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Around & Around

By: Cat5



Introduction

Ice clinked against his glass as he sat down in his favorite chair. It was eight o'clock at night; the sun was setting; the house empty and quiet.  He sipped his first drink of the day and thought, "It wasn't that many years ago when...

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The bus with 48 very horny college freshmen strained up the long driveway and stopped in front of the Bellman Social Center. I was one of those 48. 

The problem with the upper northeast colleges started about 200 years ago. At that point some genius administrator came to the conclusion that colleges should be all male or all female; otherwise the distraction of the opposite sex would inhibit learning. The apparent obvious conclusion was mostly followed from that time forward and was the sole reason for the bus. College administrators, sometime in the last 50 years, granted that the bias to single sex colleges would create an uncontrollable urge for the students at one college to visit a college of the opposite sex. These road trips, as they came to be called, had two dangerous components—cars and alcohol. Now one might argue that these college bureaucrats left out a significant third danger called sex, but that was not considered relevant. To reduce the risk of cars and alcohol, the obvious conclusion was to schedule a series of 'Socials' at various colleges and subsidize the transportation to these structured parties via the bus. The solution to the problem generally ended at the beginning of sophomore year, at which point cars seemed to be more available to the richer end of the student body who sold seats in their cars to the poorer end of the student body.

As I waited for the bus to empty to my row I wondered if I was going to get lucky tonight. Lucky is a relative term in my position. In my dreams lucky would be to meet the most beautiful student on campus, sweet talk her for 20 minutes or so, and then hit the mattress and screw for the next four hours until the bus was scheduled to leave. However, lucky in the real world was maybe that I would be able to meet a girl who wasn't terribly ugly and talk and dance with her during the social—maybe even have her give me her phone number. 

On the other hand, based on past sexual experience and my inability to carry out even a half witty conversation with the female species, lucky probably meant that I wouldn't break my leg getting off the bus.

My name is John and my ability or lack thereof with the opposite sex didn't seem logical to me. I am six feet tall with a lithe body that had been sculptured by four years of swimming on my high school swim team. My hair is brown and closely cut since my above average but not great swimming ability had given me a partial scholarship to college to continue my swimming career. So it was a mystery that although the physical equipment was there and the sex drive was there--I had let my fingers do the walking quite a few times since entering college--but still some force field appeared when I was within three feet of a female and whatever witty or intelligent thing I was trying to say never reached the other party. Shy might be another word to describe my condition.

I was lucky tonight; I exited the bus without injury and walked into Bellman Center. 

Did I mention bus? Actually there were a total of six buses that pulled up to Bellman Center—not all from my school—which meant there were approximately 300 horny males entering the Center that night. My first observation was that the host college had provided, at most, 200 females to greet the 300 males. And by some statistical curse of nature, some of these females would not be horny. The odds were not good I thought as I made my way to the non alcoholic punch bowl for a drink. I was poured a glass of punch (non alcoholic did I mention) drink by a 90 year old female who was probably really only a 35 year old college employee who had been assigned by the college to keep things orderly.

I turned and faced the dance floor. One song had just ended and another one was beginning. I spotted a few females on the dance floor that met my high standards—roughly 80% of them—but they were already with a partner. There really was no grand strategy at these socials. The tactics, however, were simple. Meet a girl as quickly as you can; ask her to dance; and never let her stray or an opponent would steal her. I understood the tactic. It was the execution that was the problem.

I almost jumped as a female voice spoke into my ear, "Hi."

I turned to the voice and saw a vision—or actually a girl that was about five feet seven inches tall with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a thin, but not too thin body. Somewhat contradictory, her breasts were very prominent and stood out against the sweater she was wearing.

Did I say she had blue eyes? They were laughing blue eyes that were extraordinary.

I stood there for a moment unconsciously deciding whether to look at those extraordinary eyes or those extraordinary breasts. The force field came down as my tongue refused to function, but I was saved as she asked me, "do you want to dance?"

I croaked out, "Sure...I'd like to."

We went onto the dance floor just as a fast dance started. "Shit," I thought to myself, "The song is loud, we can't talk, and I can barely fake this kind of dancing." 

The song finally ended and a quiet, slow one started. I held out my left hand as a question whether she would dance with me again, and she came into my arms. We started dancing.

She looked at me and said, "By the way, my name is Linda. I'm a freshman here. Which college are you from?"

I told her my college and finally realizing I had left something out also volunteered my name. The dance continued and, consciously or not, I moved closer to her. Her hair smelled wonderful as she came close to putting her head on my shoulder. I felt those extraordinary breasts against my chest. Now I had a significant problem—I wanted to keep those breasts against me, but the throbbing erection that was starting would soon cause me some major embarrassment. Just as the erection was growing to serious proportions, I pulled slightly away from her, but I knew she had felt me.

The song ended; she smiled and asked, "You don't talk much, do you?"

Still worrying about how I was going to get off the dance floor with my periscope half up, I managed to say, "Linda, I never learned how to make small talk; I just don't know how. But I really can talk."

She really laughed at that and said, "John, I know you can talk. I've been listening to you. I was just teasing."

She continued, "I've promised to dance with some of the other guys. Maybe I can catch up with you later." Her eyes gave me one last smile and she turned and walked away.

I couldn't help it. For the next two hours I kept looking for her, and when I saw her, I stared. She was by far the most beautiful girl I had met since going to college. One time she caught me staring; I quickly looked away.

Finally I spotted her as a song ended; she was standing on the dance floor talking with her last partner. I gathered my courage and walked up to her and said, "Linda, how about the next dance?"

Her last dance partner was obviously pissed when Linda said, "I'd love to."

The music started; it was another fast, loud one. Linda took a step closer to me and said loudly into my ear, "Why don't we go outside for some fresh air instead?" 

Without waiting for an answer she took my hand and led my to a side door out of the Center. There were a few other couples outside as we walked around her campus. Every college has a campus center and Linda's college had a nice quadrant with a field of grass and statues surrounded by various college buildings.

Linda had let go of my hand at that point as we walked side by side. She said, "Tell me about yourself."

I answered, "I'm a fairly good swimmer which got me a partial ride to school. Without the ride I would be going to State where the tuition is much cheaper. I'm in liberal arts, whatever that means, and still haven't decided what I am going to major in. I don't have to make that decision until next year."

Linda asked, "Do you like college?"

I glanced at her and said, "Not really. Money has always been a problem in my family, and even with the ride, it is costing a lot of money. And I guess I don't like being a nobody. In high school my grades put me in the top 20 out of 300, and my swimming meant publicity and newspaper articles. In college I'm lucky if I will end up in the top half of my class, and I have learned that the difference between a good swimmer and a really good swimmer is so wide I don't expect any more newspaper articles."

"But you still must have a high school sweetheart," Linda persisted.

I blushed and said, "There never was a high school sweetheart. I had plenty of dates because of my athletics, but most girls like their boyfriends to be a little less of an introvert. I guess I ended up being a boring date for most of them."

Linda stopped walking, turned and said to me, "I'm a virgin John."

I knew my face was beet red. I couldn't believe she had said that. Then it hit me. She was asking a question, but why? Still blushing I replied, "And you wouldn't be surprised if I told you I was too?" I continued, "Why did you tell me you were a virgin?"

Linda's eyes were not smiling now, but they were watching my face carefully and said, "Because I want to talk to you about something and I'm afraid if I hadn't said that, you would get the wrong idea about me, and everything would go bad. 

"I want to tell you some things and ask you some questions and I guess that if you knew more about me, like my sexual experience, you might understand me a little better."

I said, "Linda, you're the first girl that I have talked to for more than a few seconds in over three months. I'll listen to anything you say as long as you want to say it."

Linda hesitated and then said, "My College does not allow sororities, but they don't mind if friendship clubs are formed as if they were a sorority. There is no house and we all live in the dorms, but it is fun to be in a group of friends and do things together.

"So I have been trying to get into a club with some really nice girls. The upper class members have been watching us since the start of school, and a few weeks ago they quietly asked some of us if we wanted to join. Of course I said yes and it turned out that two of my best friends were asked also. So now, if we had a sorority, I would be called a pledge. Until I get through the initiation routine, I am a club pledge.

"There is a pledge leader who is a junior, and she decides what things we have to do. Some are fun, and some are silly, but I have been doing them. I'm a little like you in that I am lonesome, so I really do want close friends and the girls in my club are special. I really want to be a member!

"So I guess I better tell you why we are talking. I came to the social today to look for a partner to help me. That's why I kept moving from boy to boy. I have a real big problem."

Linda had been looking down as she talked, but now she looked at me and asked, "Will you help me?"

"Of course," I said quickly. "What do you want me to do?"

Linda looked at the ground again and said, "The pledge leader has given out our final projects. If we do them to her satisfaction, I am no longer a pledge. I think she knew I wasn't very experienced in sex because of what she gave me as my project."

"What?" I asked.

Linda continued, "Sharon said that I had to make up a game with couples that had a strong sexual flavor, but the game had to stop before sex started. No orgy or anything like that. And then I had to talk at least three of the pledges to play the game with me; each girl had to bring a boyfriend and he had to play also.

"I'm embarrassed to be telling you this, but I really want to join the club, and I don't know what to do"

I thought for a second and said, "Well the obvious thing that a boy would think of would be some sort of strip poker game."

Linda interrupted, "No, Sharon ruled out strip poker completely. She said that boys almost always play cards better than girls. The game I have to make up has to be completely random. It can't be a skill game; it has to be a chance game where anyone can win or lose."

"When is this game supposed to take place," I asked.

"Three weeks from today," Linda answered. "Can you help me?"

I hesitated for a moment and answered, "Sure I can try. What if I think about it for a while and then take the bus back here next week and tell you my ideas?"

Linda smiled and said, "Fantastic. You really are nice to think I'm not the biggest nut in the world to talk you into something like this right after we met. I really need help; not only do I have to think of the game, I have to recruit others to play it."

Her eyes were smiling at me again. She seemed happy, or at least relieved that she had told me her story and I was still there. She reached for my hand and we started walking again. We walked for about an hour and talked about our backgrounds, but no more was spoken about the game. 

It was time for the bus to leave, so Linda and I walked back to Bellman Center. My bus was filling up with what I guessed were 48 still horny freshmen. But maybe someone had been lucky. I didn't care. I turned to say goodbye, but before I could say a word she stood on her toes and gave me a quick kiss. She backed away quickly and said, "See you next week."

I was exhilarated as I got on the bus. It had been a lucky night. I now knew a girl and she was nice; no she was great. 

Two miles down the road it hit me. I never asked her for her telephone number. Mentally kicking myself I thought of something else; I didn't know her last name, and I never told her mine. So much for quick thinking!

Game Plan

The following week found me back on the same bus pulling into the same driveway leading to Bellman Center. Forty-eight horny freshmen once again were looking to correct their condition.

I was looking for Linda. No last name and no phone number. The bus stopped and there she was. She didn't wave or anything; she just waited for me to get off the bus. She took my hand and her eyes smiled at me when she said, "Hi John with no last name."

Obviously, she also realized we forgot a few significant things to tell each other. She asked, "Do you want to go to the dance for a while?"

I said, "No. I've been thinking about the game all week and would like to describe it to you so I know if I'm going in the right direction or not."

"Super," she said. "Let's go to the campus fountain room and get a soda. With the dance going on it should be mostly empty; we can get a quiet table in a corner and talk."

She took my hand and we started walking. We reached the fountain room building and went in. I went to the soda bar and bought two Cokes. I turned and saw that she had been right. There were only a few people in the room. Linda was sitting at a table in the far corner. There were no other people sitting close to our table.

As I sat down with the Cokes, Linda said, "I'm dying to hear your ideas. I'm running out of time and nothing I think of seems to be right. I'm getting desperate."

I began, "Linda, I spent all week thinking about a game. You told me strip poker was out. And you told me that any game of skill was also a no. The first thing I thought of was a card game of chance. We could give each player 10 cards and play war. The first one to lose all their cards would have to do something or take off some clothes.

"That just didn't seem too creative. There would be a lot of card shuffling and the game would probably take forever. So I gave up on war or any card game.

"I thought of spin the bottle, but even that was not very creative. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked a version of spin the bottle. Before I tell you my idea, you have to make some decisions.

"How far do you want the game to go?"

Linda quickly said, "No actual sex for sure."

I continued, "Do you want people to take some clothes off or do things to each other?"

Linda thought for a moment and said, "Either one would work I think. Seeing someone take their clothes off would be exciting." She blushed, "As long as it wasn't me. But making people do things might be fun too."

"Then you have another decision to make. If a person is made to do something to someone else, could the action be with anyone at the table regardless of sex, or only with people of the opposite sex, or only with their date?"

Linda remained quiet for a few minutes as she thought. Finally she said, "Well a girl doing something to a girl or a boy to a boy is too kinky for me. So that idea doesn't work. I don't know what you are thinking about yet, but a boy doing something to any girl at the table might bring up some jealousy problems or someone might feel they are either being picked on or ignored. So I think the easy answer is that you do things only with your date."

"Fair enough," I said. "Let me describe a game and you tell me what you think. It would be a version of spin the bottle. So that takes care of any skill—wherever the spinner stops is pure chance.

"We would have two spinners. The first, if there were four couples, would be divided into four parts. The game would start by having one of the dates spin the spinner. It would stop and point to one of the four quadrants, and that would tell us what couple had to do something.

"Each couple would have an identical stack of action cards. The actions would go from the easy to the embarrassing. So the couple who lost the first spin would draw their first action card and read it allowed. As an example, let's say the first card said that one had to kiss his or her date on the butt through their clothes. So that's the action.

"Then we decide who does it to whom. For each action there is a passive person and an active person. The next spinner is divided in four quadrants also, and they alternate between male and female. The second spinner is spun and if it lands on the female quadrant, the female is the active person and the man is the passive person. In my example, the female would have to kiss the male on his butt."

"I like this so far," said Linda. "It is all chance. But does it matter who spins the spinner?" 

I answered, "Not really because the couple spinning might have the spinner stop on their own quadrant and force them to do something embarrassing. However, just to show that it is fair to everyone, I would have the spinner rotate around the table with each couple having their turn spinning. The male might spin the action spinner while the female could spin the active or passive spinner."

Linda asked, "How bad are the actions going to be?"

"That's up to you Linda, because I think you are the one who should make the actions up. I think it would much better if the actions are a surprise rather than tell people before the game. Of course, once the first action card is drawn, the other three couples will know what they are going to do for their first action, but they won't know who will be doing it to whom.

"You could be as safe or extreme as you want. I thought of a lot of them. You could have one person give their date a kiss for 30 seconds, or they could French kiss for a minute. Maybe have one person massage the butt of their date for two minutes; or their breasts. Remember, it might be the girl massaging the breasts of the boy.

I do think that all the actions should take place with the clothes on. Touching would be through the clothes in part one of the game."

"Is there a part two?" Linda asked.

I answered, "I have an idea for part two, but that decision is up to you too. You have to decide if you want someone to end up naked in front of everybody. What do you think?"


Around and Around



Colonel Dieter Kielman, assistant to the assistant German attaché to NATO Headquarters, Brussels, Belgium, leaned his long, rangy body against the frame of the open French door leading out onto the wrought iron balcony that he dare not step out onto. The Hotel Amigo, no matter how friendly and accommodating to the type of midday tryst he had come so willingly to enjoy, was not as sturdy as it appeared. Kielman was naked, flaccid in post fuck, and was smoking a cigarette, as he always did after taking the young Belgian, Guido.

"Come back to me, Dieter," the small, effeminate female impersonator from the Au Fou Chantant cabaret whispered in the husky voice he affected to turn his clients on. "I want you inside me again."

"It's late, Guido. I have appointments." Kielman did, however, lift his gaze from the the Gröte Markt street activity below and look back at the mussed-up bed. Guido rolled onto his stomach and lifted his buns in a provocative stance and fluttered his long eyelashes at the German military officer.

"You never have enough time for me," he said, with a pout. "You never make slow love to me."

"That's because you like to be taken swiftly and hard," the German answered. "You like to be driven. I can tell in your response."

"I like to be driven by you, at least," Guido cooed. "You have a master cock. I'd let you drive me all day. Come back to bed."

"I don't think so."

"Well, then," Guido said, coming up on his knees and gathering the tangled sheeting around him, "who bathes first, then? Or do we do it together?"

"I'll go first," Dieter answered, and he flicked his cigarette out over the balcony and stood up straight, nearly six and a half feet of sinew and power. "You need to cover yourself before I return from the shower, though, or I'll surely be late."

Guido waited until he heard the shower start and then he darted out of the bed and over to his jacket and extracted a small digital camera. The colonel had left his briefcase by the door, beside a small desk, the surface of which Guido found very convenient as he slipped documents out of the briefcase and photographed them as quickly as he could. He was only half finished with the papers he had found in the briefcase, though, before he heard the water being shut off in the shower.

He barely had everything back in order and was on the bed once again, when Kielman came out of the bathroom, naked, and rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

"God, I told you to cover yourself," he muttered in a throaty voice.

Guido was on his back, the small of his back arched up on a pillow, his legs spread, and one leg held up by one of his hands. His pert little balls and hole were pointed at the bathroom door.

"Sorry," he whispered and then fluttered his eyelashes at the German. "Just doing some exercises while I waited. You've seen my cabaret act. You know a boy has to be limber." And then he added, in his huskiest voice. "But are you sure you have appointments you have to go to? I see a luscious German flagpole standing at attention."

Kielman was on Guido like a lion on a gazelle. He was at the foot of the bed in two long strides, grabbed the little Belgian by his hips, and lifted him up and slammed Guido's slack hole back on his reengorged cock, achieving a bull's eye in one swift slide. Guido's weight had gone back on his shoulder blades, as his pelvis was now suspended up in the air, being slammed hard back and forth on Kielman's impaling cock. Guido's fists scrabbled at the tangled sheeting and his legs flopped back and forth akimbo as the powerful German pumped him hard. He was crying out and groaning and grunting and writhing under the onslaught of the ravishing German colonel's powerful cock.

Guido's small balls were slammed up into his body with each of Kielman's savage thrusts, and his thin, boy's penis hardened up and dribbled into a great spill, as he cried out at Kielman's taking being exactly what he wanted—just as Kielman had told him. Kielman arched his back and roared at the ceiling and ejaculated deep inside Guido's ass.

"Now see what you've done," Kielman said in a stern tone, but with a wide smile on his face, when he had let Guido's spent body fall off of his cock and onto the bed. "Now I will definitely be late for my afternoon appointment. Now I will have to take another shower."

Guido lay there, panting, collecting his strength, genuinely close to exhaustion as he listened for the shower again. As soon as the water started, he dragged himself off the bed and over to, first, his jacket, where the digital camera was, and then to the briefcase by the door, and once more started taking sheets of paper out of the briefcase and laying them on the desk top and snapping away with the camera.

He did enjoy fucking, but the German colonel was almost too brutal for him. The things he did for the Americans, he was thinking, as he once more heard the water stop in the shower and he reached for his trousers. He'd need to be at least half dressed this time. He'd photographed enough, and he didn't think he could survive another cocking just now from the dominating Colonel Kielman, assistant to the assistant German attaché at NATO headquarters.

* * * *

Guido was walking rather gingerly as he left the Gröte Markt and moved into the Kolenmarkt area. But now he was back on turf he was comfortable with. The Fontainas café on Rue Marché was home base for him, where he picked up the tricks that paid for his apartment. On his entertainer's salary at the Au Fou Chantant he could never have lived alone; he would have had to find a daddy to care for him. That would have been OK before he connected with the Americans, but now he needed to be freer with his time, ever ready to go where they needed him to go and do their bidding. He'd never felt as alive as this before he'd connected with the Americans.

They were there, each sitting at a table, their tables adjacent to each other, in the shadows under the awning. Frank and Felix, Guido's controls. Always together, Guido had never met separately with only one of them. This made Guido feel special. He must be a valuable asset, he was thinking. And they met him at a gay-friendly café. He thought that meant they considered him special too. They were meeting him in his own element.

As Guido approached the café, Frank got up and moved to Felix's table, leaving the other one free for Guido. Guido sat, being very careful not to try to make eye contact with either Frank or Felix, just as they had taught him. He ordered a coffee and a brandy. He drank them slowly, just as he had been taught. And tense as he was inside, Guido mustered all of what he'd already been taught in the cabaret and looked casual and totally uncaring. This was just another performance for him, just one of the many talents he brought to the art of espionage.

Guido called for the bill, and as the waiter left to ring up his accounting, Guido reached into his jacket pocket and took out money to pay the bill with. He also surreptitiously—just as Frank and Felix had taught him—extracted the small digital camera he had used on Colonel Kielman's papers in the Hotel Amigo room and put that on the chair facing the table where Frank and Felix sat.

When the waiter returned with the bill, Guido engaged him in small talk while handing him the money and Frank took up the camera on the empty seat between their closely positioned tables.

When the waiter was gone, Guido swept up the camera that was now on the chair, slipped it into his jacket pocket, and, without looking at either Frank or Felix, rose from his chair and sauntered out of the café, seemingly without a care in the world—but, in fact, needing to get a move on to be in place for his next scheduled assignation.

* * * *

Guido walked into the lobby of the Bedford hotel. He saw Lao Jen sitting primly over on a tufted sofa shielded from most of those strolling through the lobby by a leafy palm tree. Between the sofa and the palm tree was a standing ash tray filled with sand. When Guido entered the lobby, Lao Jen stood and moved to the elevators and Guido walked down the line of store fronts running along the side of the lobby before slowly moving over to the sofa behind the palm tree and sitting and resting for a few minutes. When he'd dug into the sand, however, and come up with the slip of paper with the room number on it, he too moved over to the elevators. Lao Jen was no longer there, but now Guido knew all he needed to know.

Guido was very proud of Lao Jen. Lao Jen had been his own acquisition, and what had given him his entrée with the Americans. Lao Jen was merely a driver for the Chinese embassy in Brussels, just a lackey who was always there in the background but never seen. Lao Jen also had a secret yearning. He went to the Au Fou Chantant cabaret to live his dreams vicariously.

The Chinese embassy chauffeur, the invisible man no one even knew was around as they were driven around the city, doing their business, talking their Chinese state secrets, was talkative and melancholy when he had too much to drink. He also had developed a liking for the little female impersonator, Guido, who glided across the cabaret floor.

Guido had offered his services to the American embassy frequently. He'd gone in and out of the American embassy so often that even the manager of the cabaret had started referring to him as "our little American spy."

Guido rather enjoyed being called that, even around the club while he was working. Guido admired spies; he'd always wanted to be one. And he wasn't dumb; he knew that the best way to get information was not by torture but by giving the one with the information what they wanted—and then making them want more and more of it, until they were willing to do anything to get it. And if you could find what they wanted that was also a deep secret and you could fulfill their secret, dangerous dreams, you were home free. Guido knew what candy was in the world of espionage. He'd read about that. And he knew that to some men he definitely was candy.

The Americans had shown no interest in him at all, however, until he had met Lao Jen and found out what Lao Jen could tell him, without the Chinese even knowing Lao Jen was listening. Suddenly, at the mere mention of Lao Jen's name when he brought up this name in one of his walk-ins to the American embassy, his new friends and controllers, Frank and Felix appeared, all interested and happy to make him an in-country asset with the hope that one day it would get him to America with a comfortable annuity. They had let him develop Lao Jen himself, and they had trusted him enough to help him hook up with and exploit the German colonel as well.

Guido hadn't noticed Lao Jen for some time in the cabaret, and this is what had made the importance of Lao Jen dawn on him. Lao Jen, the menial chauffeur, was the perfect mark. Guido had read about that; he knew such things. But before Guido realized the importance of Lao Jen, Lao Jen had already conversed with the club manager and shown that he had enough money to invite Guido to his table, where Guido learned not only that Lao Jen fancied him but that Lao Jen also liked to impress him with what he knew.

Lao Jen was already on the bed, ready for Guido when the young Belgian entered the darkened Bedford Hotel room.

Guido came over and stood beside the bed as Lao Jen sat on the side of the bed and slowly and sensuously undressed him, stopping now and then to glide his big, calloused hands over the smooth body of the dancer and to kiss his nipples and belly and to take Guido's precious little cock and balls wholly into his mouth, sucking Guido's balls up into his cheeks, and then causing Guido to sigh and moan by humming and moving his hands around to cup Guido's buttocks and insert index fingers into the young Belgian's channel to open him up.

Guido hovered there, held up by Lao Jen's strong hands and his sucking lips, and moaned quietly at the slow, methodical attention he was receiving. Lao Jen continued sucking him until he gave up his ejaculate, and then Lao Jen gently raised Guido up with hands gripping his waist and slowly, ever so slowly lowered Guido into his lap, facing him, and onto his thick, erect phallus.

Guido sighed and moaned as he was slowly pumped up and down on Lao Jen's cock. He ran his hands into the Chinese embassy driver's hair and pulled Lao Jen's lips to his nipples. Guido lowered his lips to his Chinese lover's ear and whispered to him.

"Tell me of your day. Tell me of how stupid they were in what they would say with you there."

And Lao Jen did.

Later, as they were stretched out on the bed, Guido's buttocks plastered to Lao Jen's crotch and Lao Jen slowly, relentlessly, forever moving his cock deep inside Guido, Guido turned his face to Lao Jen and whispered.

"Yes, yes. I love you so much. But I am sad for you. You were so tense. You need to get rid of the tension. They must be treating you so badly at work. Tell me all about it. Tell your little one what cares of the world are hanging on your head. Don't keep it locked inside. Tell me."

And Lao Jen did.

Later, when Lao Jen heard Guido turn on the shower in the bathroom, he rose from the bed and fished around in Guido's jacket pocket. Finding the camera and extracting the cartridge, he opened the drawer where he earlier had stashed a lap top computer and had everything on the cartridge transferred and was standing by the bathroom door, ready to take his turn in the shower, before Guido came out of the bathroom door.

They kissed at the door and told each other how much they loved each other and how good the other one was in his lovemaking before Lao Jen entered the bathroom and Guido dressed, using every trick he'd learned in the theater to remember, almost verbatim, everything Lao Jen had shared with him.

* * * *

They met in a large, leafy-green park in the middle of the city, Guido and Frank and Felix did, one of many in the center of the hustle and bustle of international life and intrigue, where one could lose himself in a forest of trees and bushes and feel they were alone in the countryside.

Still, the three drew very close to each other, as Frank and Felix looked excited and listened intently while Guido repeated to them all that Lao Jen had told him. They didn't take notes, and Guido was duly impressed that they could remember it all.

Guido was beaming when they left, each walking out of the woods in the center of the park in a different direction. They had praised his work highly and had said they would set up yet another assignment within a week or two. Guido felt he definitely was in with the Americans now, on his way to a career in espionage and to a cushy retirement in the United States. Los Angeles. That's where he thought he'd go. But maybe San Francisco. Maybe they'd let him work in a cabaret there. No reason for him not to be able to use all of his talents. But then maybe they would want him to go out of the country on assignment. Maybe they realized just how broad and useful his talents were.

Frank and Felix rendezvoused at the Fontainas Café again, knowing that Guido was expected at the Au Fou Chantant cabaret for the first show of the evening and wouldn't come there to see them at the café when they weren't expecting to meet him. It, in fact, was one of their favorite places in Brussels. This was where each one of them also came to be comfortable and to find male companionship on nights when the tension of their work threatened to overwhelm them.

"Did you get it?" Frank asked.

"Yes, piece of cake," Felix answered as he raised the small digital camera for Frank to see. "He had it right there in his jacket pocket. He never felt the exchange."

Frank laughed. "And he never knew that we didn't switch cameras in the first place and that the bogus papers we had Kielman make available to him are now in the hands of The Chinese embassy spy, Lao Jen—where they undoubtedly will be trusted as genuine and will fuck up Chinese analysis of NATO plans for months, if not years."

Felix joined in the quiet laughter. "And do we use the Belgian again?"

"Naw, I don't think so," Frank answered. "He's a dumb little bunny. Nice ass, though. Maybe we can string him out long enough for each of us to get a ride. He sure looks at you with puppy dog eyes." 



Around & Around Ch. 02



She eased herself into the bathtub letting the warm water take the stress out of her body. She had just poured her first glass of very cold, white wine and took the first sip. The twins were finally off to their first summer camp; the house was empty and quiet. She put her head back against the tub pillow and closed her eyes. She thought, "I can't believe it was only a few years ago that…

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The bus with 48 very horny freshmen stopped in front of Bellman Center. It emptied quickly with most of the men hurrying to find the source of the music, and maybe a female that would go with it.

One person in that bus was already lucky—I was his girl and maybe more. I didn't wave or even move. This was the first time we had seen each other since before semester break, and that silly little college sex game that never left my dreams.

John stepped off the bus and looked left and then right; his eyes searching for me. He looked so handsome even though his clothes were typical college attire of slacks and a sweater, but on his swimmer's body, anything he wore looked good on him. And then I had a dirty thought, "With his clothes off, he looks even better!"

He finally spotted me and started grinning as he walked up. I reached for him and we kissed. Weeks of waiting to see and touch him were over; for the next four hours he was mine.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from Bellman Center. We might have a slow dance later, but for now we had to catch up with each other for all those weeks apart. John spoke first and said, "Linda, it's been weeks since we saw each other. I missed you a lot; I thought of you every day."

My best answer to him was to stop walking and put my arms around his neck and give him another kiss, but this time I pulled my body into his. I pressed my breasts into him deliberately, and in return I felt the first stirrings of an erection through his pants. 

I released his mouth from mine and asked, "Does that answer any question you have of how I feel about you?"

He grinned at me and said, "Your vocabulary is exceptional when you want to emphasize a point."

We continued walking hand in hand. We couldn't stop talking; any subject that came up seemed to be the right one. Finally John asked the question that I dreaded, "Did your roommate go home this weekend?"

I knew what he was asking, but the answer was worse than terrible. I answered, "Not only has she not gone home like she said she would, but she has the flu and is sleeping in our room. I wanted a quiet place to talk and…well talk, and it was only this afternoon that she told me that she wasn't going home. She just wanted to sleep and hope the worst would be over by Monday."

The disappointment on his face matched my thoughts. I tried to cheer him up and said, "All that means is that you have to come back soon when she is gone."

We kissed and continued walking. John asked, "Did your school ever find out about the game?"

"No," I replied. "There were a lot of rumors and some people thought they knew more than they did. Most of the stories went to one of two extremes—either the game was a simple high school game of spin the bottle for a little kiss, or the game was the orgy of the decade where all the females lost their virginity in one night. Of course, I didn't say anything and neither did Sharon. Kim loved the game and gave out some hints, but I told her to keep quiet since we didn't want to get in any trouble. Sue was so petrified when she played, she would be the last one to say a word. And she didn't even have to show her breasts like one person I know."

John chuckled and said, "Well one of the persons who had to show their extraordinary breasts was clearly the best looking body in the room. It would have been a tragedy for us to only see Sue's small, freckled breasts, wouldn't it?"

I laughed and answered, "I'm not going to touch that line with a ten foot pole."

John quickly answered, "Linda, it really isn't ten feet."

I didn't understand what he was saying for a moment, but then it hit me. I knew I was blushing. I tried to think of a retort, but I was too embarrassed. Finally I made a fist and hit him in the arm saying, "John, be good."

He laughed and we started to walk again. With an hour left before the bus was to leave, we went to Bellman Center for a few slow dances. Each dance was the same—I clung to him with my arms around his neck and pressed into him. His hands explored my back and then a little lower as we tried to excite each other through layers of clothing. Occasionally he touched my breasts as if by accident. Each touch was wonderful. I could feel my nipples become hard, but there was nothing I could do. We were frustrated!

It was time for John to leave. We walked to the bus and had our last kiss. He promised he would be back in two weeks. Left unsaid was the thought that my roommate had better be cured two weeks from now. He waved to me as his foot touched the first step of the bus, and he was gone.

The new rules

It was the following Wednesday when someone knocked on my room door. My roommate had recovered and was in the library studying. I opened the door to find Kim in front of me.

Kim was five feet ten inches tall with small breasts. In the first game she had been the loser and had to strip naked in front of all of us. Even before taking off her panties though, it was obvious that she was by far the biggest exhibitionist of the players. She also seemed to be the most sensual. At one point we thought Kim would have an orgasm as her boyfriend teased her nipples through her clothes with his hands and fingers. 

Kim came into the room excited and said, "Linda, what do you think about having a second game? We all had fun playing the first one, and I was thinking that maybe with some rule changes we can make it even better."

I answered, "Before I say a word, just what rule changes are you talking about?"

"Well," Kim replied, "I would be the one making up the action cards, and one change would be that there could be a different action card for the female and male. It was funny the first time to see the men have their breasts massaged, but really that action should have been done to a female. Some of my action cards would be gender specific."

"That's the change?" I asked.

Kim responded, "Well no. I think the first part of the game could have been a little more risqué. I would change the rules so that each person would only wear a T shirt and a baggy pair of workout shorts. The actions would be able to take advantage of the new clothes; we would be able to have hands touching skin instead of feeling through clothes.

"Finally, I think we should have a winner instead of a loser. That means that part one ends only when there is one couple left who has not gone to the fifth card; and in part two it ends when at least one person in two different couples is naked. The winning couple is the one where neither is naked.

I answered, "Kim, aren't you going a little too far…"

Kim interrupted and said, "And another rule would be that we would do things to people other than our partner. It would make it an entirely different game; a lot more exciting."

My first thought as Kim had started talking was that one game was enough, but then I thought, maybe a second game could be fun. I looked at Kim and said, "I don't like the last rule change. John and I are getting closer to each other every time we meet. I don't want any female doing anything to him except me. Do you understand?"

Kim laughed and said, "I knew you would never agree to that, so we will not change that rule—only with our partner, but that means you'll play, won't you?"

Kim had trapped me. By saying no to one rule I had kind of said yes to the other rules. I said, "Before I say yes, I have to ask John if he will go along with a new game and the new rules. I'll call him tomorrow. And by the way, who is going to play?"


Kim replied, "I was thinking about that too. I don't want to ask Sue because I know she would never do anything like that again; she was so scared. I bet Sharon and Bob will play. They really enjoyed the game. Maybe just the three couples; we could make up a new spinner with the circle divided in thirds. If we ask a new person, I'm a little afraid we might invite one who couldn't handle the new rules. So I think just the three couples from the first game.

"Oh yes, one last thing. In part two we will only have three pieces of clothes on—shoes and sock, shorts and tops. I think it would be great if the partner removed the article of clothing from the losing person."

I said laughing, "Kim, you are just terrible…how can you think of all these things?"

Kim grinned.

The next night I wasn't sure what I was going to do. I had pretty well agreed to play, and I hadn't even asked John. He seemed to like the first game, but this game was going to go a step…or many steps farther. I thought, "As soon as he answers the phone, I will blurt out that we are going to play a second game with slightly different rules and I just knew he wanted to play."

I dialed John's dorm and when I asked for him I was told to wait. A few minutes later I heard his voice say, "Hello."

I answered, "This is Linda. How are you? I have some…

John interrupted, "Linda I'm really glad you called. The books are a lot tougher for me this semester, and swimming practice is getting to be intense. I needed a break to get me out of my depression and you called. How did you know I wanted to hear your voice?"

I answered, "You always want to hear my voice, don't you John?" And we were off talking about school and stuff. Every time I wanted to bring up the second game, John led me off down a different path. I knew the phone call was going to end soon, and my game plan with John had failed.

We had stopped talking for a second and John asked, "Linda, you sound great and I really miss you, but is something wrong? You sound different or something."

I thought, "What a super klutz I am. I have to tell him the truth." "John," I blurted, "There is something and I didn't know how to say it. Kim wants to play a second game with her rules. I said I wouldn't play unless you agreed, but I kind of said that we would play. I'm so embarrassed and mad at myself for trying to be so devious. I'm sorry."

John laughed, "Wasn't Kim the tall thin girl with the pale yellow underwear that we could see through and who lost? The one who had the legs that went up forever with the tiny ass?"

I blurted out, "Are you saying I have a big ass, because if…"

John interrupted again really laughing now, "I'm teasing Linda. I love your ass; it was beautiful when I saw it. I just didn't see it enough.

"I'm through teasing now. You better tell me the new rules."

I explained the rules as I remembered them. John was quiet for a moment and finally said, "Well there will be a lot more skin touching than the first game. There is no doubt about that. My only real question is how wild is Kim? Is she going to have us doing really extreme things?"

I answered, "Well I was worried about that too. Maybe I should talk to her before the game to make sure she hasn't really gone bonkers. But will you play?"

John answered my question with a question, "Do you want to play Linda?"

I couldn't lie to John. I answered, "The first game really was fun and I became a member of my club because of it. I want to play again, but only with you and only if you want to play."

John said, "Then the answer is easy. Of course I will play with you. I will do anything you want me to do. You're my girlfriend, aren't you?"

I couldn't contain my excitement and gushed, "Oh thank you John. I really think it will be fun, and I hope I'm starting to be a little more than your girlfriend John."

He replied, "You are Linda…you know you are." We talked a while longer. I would meet him at the bus Friday night ten days away and if the game was on, we would play. We said good night to each other. I hated to hang up the phone.

The game

John got off the bus carrying a little swim bag. We kissed, my tongue briefly probing his. He asked, "Is there a game? If we play, here is my uniform," as he held up the bag.

I replied, "We have a game and it is in my room like the last time because my roommate has gone home until Sunday. I talked to Kim and made sure she wasn't going to make us do anything really gross or extreme. She told me that of course she wouldn't—we were only going to have fun. But John, Kim is a nut sometimes."

John kissed me again and said, "I can get through it if you can. Let's just go with the flow and enjoy ourselves."

I grabbed his hand and we walked to my room. My room was really two rooms—a study area where we would play and a sleep area with two twin beds. John went into the sleeping area and changed his clothes. He came out with a loose T shirt and baggy shorts that came to mid thigh. I changed next. I had a loose T shirt and baggy shorts also. I caught John staring and said, "Now John, are you looking at my legs?"

John said, "No…well maybe, I will just have to look at something else," as his eyes stared at my breasts. My breasts were pushing against the T shirt; I knew the banter had excited me a little and I could feel my nipples starting to harden. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, John could see this development clearly.

There was a knock on the door and Kim and Ron walked in. Kim lived on the same floor as me, so they were already dressed for the game. Kim, the brunette, stood tall. Her legs were beautiful, and although her breasts were small, I knew that she was wild, and from the first game that her breasts were ultra sensitive. Her boyfriend Ron was a thin six feet tall. He was usually quiet, but I noticed that he touched Kim often.

Right behind Kim came Sharon and Bob. Sharon carried her five feet six inches well. Her blond hair and green eyes were attractive, but her main assets were her breasts which were the biggest in the room. Bob was about five feet ten inches tall and always seemed to have a friendly smile on his face; an offset to Sharon's excitable personality. Sharon went in and changed and then Bob. They both brought out their clothes and laid them on the couch.

Kim took charge. "OK guys, we all know the rules. The new spinner is divided into three parts. The second spinner still has four quadrants. John and Linda are number one; Sharon and Bob are number two; and Ron and I are number three. Part one of the game still has five action cards. This time there might be a different action depending whether the male or female is the active person. We all enjoyed Bob having his breasts massaged by Sharon last time, but it won't happen this time."

Sharon interrupted, "But I liked doing that."

Kim answered, "If you win you'll like doing something even better to him."

We all nervously laughed.

Kim continued, "We will let Linda keep the time unless she and John are doing something. When that happens, I will keep the time. Are there any questions?"

Sharon said, "I don't understand how part one ends different than the last time we played. Go over your new rule Kim."

Kim grinned, "The new rule is that we have to have a winner. Last time when we got to the fifth action card—I remember it was you being somewhat fondled by Bob wasn't it Sharon—part one was over because you lost and had to perform the fifth action card. This time part one ends when two different couples have to perform the fifth action, which means the third couple is the winner. 

"I didn't think of one thing, so here is an addition. If one couple has performed the fifth action and the spinner points at them again, they only have to perform the action if it wasn't done before. So if Sharon was the active person on the fifth action card, and the spinner chose her to be the active person again, she doesn't have to. However, if the active person is Bob, he still has to do it. What we are looking for is a second couple to perform the fifth action. The winner is the couple who is left, and part one is over.

"The same rule applies for part two. OK, let's play."

Everybody sat down and got comfortable with the cushions that I had put on the floor. Kim took out her action cards and put a stack of five in front of each couple. When we were settled down, Kim said, "It is tradition that Sharon gets the first spin; go for it Sharon."

Sharon grinned and spun the action spinner. The game was on! 

It finally slowed and stopped with the arrow pointing at number three; Kim and Ron lost the first spin of game two. Sharon cheered and said, "It's only fair; good for you Kim. Read the first action card."

Ron reached over and picked up the card. He read, "With the partners standing facing each other in the middle of the circle, the active player must reach through the tops of the shorts of his or her partner and pull the ass of their partner to himself or herself as they French kiss. They must kiss for two minutes and must look at each other the entire time. They cannot close your eyes." 

Sharon whistled and said, "Good start Kim. Bob, spin and see who the active player is?

The spinner stopped at 'F.' Kim was the active player.

Kim grinned as she and Ron stood up and went to the center of the circle. Kim's hands went under the elastic and cupped Ron's ass. They started kissing; tongues probing each other. You could see that Kim's hands were squeezing and moving to all parts of Ron's behind. It was only a minute before it was clear that they were exciting themselves. I thought, "It's the eyes; if you could close your eyes it would be easier, but staring at your partner causes all kinds of things to happen."

The timer rang and they stepped apart. Ron's shorts told it all—he already had an erection and the game had just started.

The spinner went to Kim and she spun. This time the spinner landed on number two; Sharon and Bob had lost. The action was the same, except this time Bob was the active person. As they started it was obvious that Bob was getting into it. By the end of the two minutes Sharon was pulled by him to her toes with her pelvis pressed against Bob's. Her face was flushed as she said, "Oops, I forgot how this game can get to you."

The spinner went to us and I spun. Random chance was working so far. We had spun number one—our own number. Then John spun and the he was the active person.

We stood up in the center of the circle and his hands went under my elastic and grabbed me. He was pulling me into him; I felt his erection and we hadn't even started the kiss. He leaned over and our mouths and tongues met. I stared into his brown eyes. It was the eyes. After a minute or so I knew I was starting to get wet and the game was only beginning. Every time I tried to distract myself, his erection brushed me or his hands pulled me closer. The timer rang and I sat down quickly. Had my moisture gone through my shorts? I was too embarrassed to look and draw attention to myself.

I said, "Next," hoping no one would see my embarrassment.

Bob leaned over to spin and we were off to the second action card. It stopped on one; we had lost two in a row. Sharon was openly laughing; clapping her hands. I leaned over and picked up the action card. I read aloud, "The passive player must lie on the floor on their stomach while the active player must give a five minutes massage to any area of the body not touching the floor. Where there is clothing, the hands must go under the clothing."

Sharon grabbed the action spinner and said, "I'm dying to see who is doing it to whom."

Naturally, the action spinner pointed at "M." John was the active player for the second time in a row and he would massage me. 

I was embarrassed already. I was still excited from our kissing and now John would touch me almost everywhere. Knowing there was no alternative, I lay on the floor with a pillow under my head. Kim yelled, "Go," and I felt John's hands on my calves. He caressed my calves and then went to the back of my thighs. His hands circled my legs until the floor stopped his movement. I knew what was coming, but my ass tightened as his hands went through the short legs and massaged my ass. His thumbs traced the outline of my crack and then pressed into it. Everyone laughed as his hands came out the top of my shorts and played with my lower back. He quickly pulled his hands from my shorts and went under my T shirt. His hands were everywhere on my back; they fixated on the part of my breasts that were not against the floor. As his hands reached my shoulders through the shirt the timer finally rang.




Around & Around Ch. 02



I quickly got up and Sharon said, "Is that sweat on your shorts Linda?" I blushed and the redder I got, the more Sharon laughed. And the problem was that Sharon was right—as I was becoming aroused my shorts were becoming wetter and wetter. 

John finally said, "OK, next victim."

Sharon and Bob were selected next. Much to Sharon's pleasure, she was the active person and she got to massage Bob for five minutes. We all got to see that she tried to get her fingers to the front of Bob when she was in his shorts, but he pressed against the floor and was frustrated.

I took the spinner and spun it hard. It finally stopped on number one. I couldn't believe it; John and I had lost back to back and now we just spun ourselves. We were on the third action card, while Kim and Ron were not even on the second!

John took the card and read, "The passive player must lay face up on the floor while the active player gives a five minute frontal massage. Where there is clothing the active player must massage under the clothes."

Without prompting, John spun the spinner. It came up "F." I was the active player and was going to massage John.

I was both embarrassed, but excited. He had just gotten me excited, and I wanted my revenge. I thought, "Besides, no one can really see anything."

John quickly lay down with a pillow under his head. He closed his eyes resolved to accept his fate, which in this case was my hands. I knelt in front of his feet and started at his ankles quickly moving up to his thighs. I could feel his muscular legs. As my hands reached the bottom of his shorts, his erection was noticeable to all, but no one spoke. They were all watching. My hands disappeared under his shorts and I felt his hips and then moved to his center. My hands moved on their own as they cupped his balls. My hand circled his penis; I could feel his sticky wetness at the tip. My hand stroked his penis up and down three or four times. I heard his breathing get louder. "Oops," I thought, I really don't want him to come now. One last squeeze and cup and I pulled my hands from his shorts. I then went under his shirt. The time passed quickly.

John had not come, but his shorts had a circle of moisture seen by all of us. I thought, "I should talk, so does mine." He looked at me as we both sat down. Our eyes locked into each other, and then his wonderful smile brightened his face and he winked at me. He was having fun, and he wanted me to have fun. I felt relief; the game was good.

The game finally caught up with Kim and Ron; they lost two in a row. Kim massaged Ron's back for the second round, but then the reverse happened—Ron was the active player and he had to massage Kim's front for their third action card.

Even Kim looked worried as she lay down in the center of the circle. Ron didn't talk much, but I had noticed that he was a touchy kind of person. Would he hold back or put her through sexual torture.

Ron did the reverse of what I did to John. He started under her T shirt and he spent much of the time teasing her breasts. I could not see her breasts, but it was obvious when his fingers were rolling her nipples and then squeezing. I knew from the first game that Kim's breasts were extremely sensitive. Kim's eyes had closed, but I could hear the sharp intake of her breath as he played with her breasts. He pulled his hands out of her shirt and move his hands to her thighs and then through the legs of her shorts to her center. His fingers were teasing her without mercy. Kim moaned and arched her back pressing herself into Ron's hands, and then moaned louder. I thought for sure she was going to come when the bell rang.

Kim's face was flush; her breathing ragged. Ron had pushed her to the limit. 

The room was quiet as we thought about we had just seen. But then Sharon said, "Am I glad that was you Kim and not me," and the sexual tension was broken.

The spinner stopped on two. Bob and Sharon had to perform the front massage on the floor. Sharon was the active player. She quickly assaulted Bob's midsection spending no time on his chest. He endured it stoically. At the last minute his face became red, and I thought she would make him come, but it was not to be; the timer rang.

The game was even; we were all past the third action card with two to go. The next spin stopped at number one. John and I had lost again. I picked up the card and read, "If the active person is a male he must sit down on a chair. The female will sit on his lap facing him. The male will fondle the breasts as they French kiss for five minutes. If the active person is a female, the couple will stand in the middle of the circle. The female will reach her hands under his shorts and play with the male while they French kiss for five minutes. Both partners have to look at each other the entire five minutes."

"Wow," said Sharon. "That's some action. Spin and let's see who has the fun." The spinner slowed and finally stopped at "M." John was the active person and my breasts were going to be assaulted. Kim brought a chair over and John sat down. I sat on his lap, my legs straddling him. We looked at each other; he winked. And Kim said, "Go." 

John's hands took their time as they moved under my T shirt up my bare stomach. As they reached my breasts his fingers lightly circled my nipples. Then his fingers touched my nipples when our tongues were pressed against each other. My legs started to squeeze his as I became aroused. He left my nipples for a brief moment and he cupped my breasts; lightly squeezing them while his thumbs started to roll my nipples. The pattern continued; he brought me to arousal and then retreated before any release was possible. It was the worst sexual torture I thought I would ever endure. Finally, the timer rang. I could feel my moisture as it had dribbled down my inner thigh; I saw my moisture had also invaded John's shorts. We broke our kiss. I looked at him, and kissed him again.

The next spin had Sharon the loser and Bob the active player. Sharon went through the same sexual torture that I endured. When the timer rang, Sharon hugged Bob and sat on his lap trying to recover from her excitement.

The next spin had Kim and Ron the losers, but in this case Kim was the active player. They stood in the circle and Kim's hands went into Ron's shorts. We could see her hands rubbing and pulling as they kissed. At one point Ron gasped, "Easy Kim or I can't hold on." Kim slowed her torture and the timer rang.

We were still even. The last round was beginning. It would end when two couples had performed the fifth and final action. The remaining couple was the 'winner' of part one.

The next spin was watched closely by all of us. It stopped on three. Kim and Ron had lost; they had to perform the fifth action. Ron reached for the card and read, "The active player must sit with their back against the couch and their legs spread. The passive player must sit as close as they can inside the active players legs with their legs spread. There is no time limit. The active player must make the passive player come with their fingers.

The room was quiet until Ron said, "You made these up Kim?"

Kim tried to look contrite and said, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

The spinner spun again. Kim had lost. Ron was the active player. He sat against the couch as Kim moved quickly to him. His hands went into her shorts as she leaned against his chest; her eyes closed. Several minutes went by as we all watched, and then Kim moaned. Her hands gripped Ron's legs as she moaned again. Suddenly her hips arched up pressing into his hands. Three or four violent motions up and she was spent; she had come.

Sharon lost next and again the female was the passive player. Bob quickly brought her to arousal and then she moaned loudly finally saying, "God yes...yes" as her hips tried to press herself into Bob's fingers. When Sharon finally stopped moving, she rested against Bob as her breath returned to normal. Her eyes remained closed—from either exhaustion or embarrassment or both.

The room was silent until my John said, "That was one hell of a part one. I'm glad you used some self control on these action cards Kim, I hate to think what we would have seen if you let yourself go."

It broke the tension in the room. We laughed and stood up to take a break. Part two was coming up; it couldn't be worse than what we had gone through. It just was that some of us would be naked.

Part 2

We sat down again after a few minutes. Kim was back in control of herself. Sharon looked more subdued as Ron remained quiet and Bob kept the friendly smile on his face.

Kim said, "Same rules as before with the exception that the loser's partner removes the article of clothing."

John lost the first spin and I removed his shoes and socks. As the last sock came off I squeezed his calf and winked at him. I lost the next spin and John did the same to me.

Randomness returned as Bob, Sharon and Kim all lost their shoes and socks. The game went up a notch; Kim lost her T shirt. Her perky breasts were excited as Ron pulled her shirt over her head. Her nipples were hard. 

I finally lost my shirt. I stood in the center and John came up to me. He put his hands under my shirt by my hips and slowly slid his hands up my naked sides; I raised my arms and his hands continued up my arms until the shirt was pulled over my head. He stared at my breasts and I knew the skin contact had hardened my nipples. I stuck my tongue out at him.

Bob lost his shirt and then Sharon lost her shirt. We had never seen Sharon's breasts before, since the first game had ended before she had to take off her bra. We all were watching Bob as he pulled Sharon's T shirt over her head. Her breasts were larger than mine and sagged slightly as they came into view. Her areolas were large and surrounded her nipples that had also begun to harden in the cooler air of the room. I looked at John; he was staring at Sharon. He finally looked at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him again. I wasn't jealous, but then he should only stare at Sharon for so long I thought.

Ron was the only one who had not lost—he still had on his shoes and socks. Unless he lost next, one of us would be naked.

John lost. Knowing there was no escape, he stood up. I was embarrassed to be stripping him in front of everybody and then I thought, "He is going to more embarrassed than me." I knelt in front of him and slipped my fingers over the waist band and pulled down. His erection popped up missing my face by inches. Sharon, ever one with the word, yelled, "I give John's a 9.4; what do you guys say?" John laughed and sat down trying to cross his legs and hide part of the erection. He was not very successful; I know, because I kept peeking at him.

Ron finally lost his shoes and socks, and then his shirt. We were down to the last spin; the next looser would end the game. The spinner went around and around, and stopped at one. John and I had lost. I looked at Kim and she said, "John can't lose any more but you can. Spin and see." 

I lost. I looked at John and stood up. He knelt in front of me, put his fingers on the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down. I was naked in front of my friends; in front of John. I knew they could see my wet pubic hair. John took my hand and we sat down together.

Kim said, "The game isn't over. We don't have a winner. Spin again. Bob lost; the second couple had lost and the game was over. Sharon stripped his shorts from him; he also had an enormous erection. 

I got up quickly and started music to the goofy love song that I had played in the first game. Everyone had to dance once before they could get dressed…we danced. 

I ignored the others. John came to me and we clutched each other. I could feel his penis; I pushed my vulva into him. I wanted to feel all of him I was so aroused from our silly game. I deliberately rubbed my breasts against him letting my nipples become harder. I could not touch him enough as I ignored the others in the room. I looked into his eyes and we kissed. There was nothing to say.

The song ended; the room quickly cleared. When the door closed we were still clutched against each other. I stepped back. He looked at me and said, "You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I lust for you Linda, but I also love you. You are so special."

I knew, before he arrived for the game, what was going to happen. I took his hand and pulled. His eyes asked a question. I pulled again and he followed me into the bedroom. I pulled the cover off the bed and lay down. I looked at him and opened my legs; my invitation to him; my gift to him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and held my breasts. He asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded yes, as he continued, "But the bus and I have no protection." I put my fingers to his lips to quiet him. I said, "John, we don't need protection, I saw my doctor over semester break. Forget the bus; I've arranged a ride back for you tomorrow afternoon. Stay with me tonight." 

He was quiet as he thought of the implications of my last two comments. He knew I had planned, and now knew I wanted him. His eyes smiled with understanding as he kissed me softly on my lips, then my nipples. I had been aroused for well over an hour. My thighs were dripping with my moisture and I knew I was ready. John knelt between my legs and kissed my inner thighs, licking my moisture. He spread my labia and touched me as I moaned. 

I gasped, "Don't wait. No teasing; just love me. He put the tip of his penis against my vagina. I arched to accept him. He slowly came into me; I was so wet I didn't think I would feel him; but I did as he penetrated me. Then I felt the resistance that I knew we had to overcome. He tried to break through softly, but I gasped, "Be quick."

He pushed and a quick slice of pain hit me. The pain left quickly and then I felt him push into me much farther now. I could feel his motion as he went deeper and deeper. His motion started and my hips moved with him. He said, "Stay with me and tell me when."

I moaned and felt an inner stirring of lust within me becoming greater and greater until the time was now and I gasped, "I'm coming John, please hurry." Our bodies clashed, I felt his sperm shoot into me time and time again. I tried to get more of him into me, but our burst of lust had ended. He took himself out of me and we lay side by side quietly kissing. We whispered our love for each other.

He finally went to my roommate's bed for sleep. Very early in the morning I felt the tips of my nipples become wet and then hard. John's tongue was quietly arousing me. I smiled at him as he looked up. My orgasm was even more intense our second time. I couldn't get enough of him; I went back to sleep.

The sun on my face woke me. My sheet had fallen to my waist exposing my breasts. I opened my eyes and found him sitting on the edge of the other bed staring at my body; my breasts. I asked, "How long have you been watching me?"

He quietly answered a question not asked, "Forever."

He came into my bed again. His kisses and tongue aroused me and then he placed me on top as he guided himself into my vagina. I stared into his eyes as my body took control of my rhythm. Down and I felt him come into my body; up as I teased withdrawal. Down as I started to become more aroused, up as…

o o o o o o o o o o 

The moan of the garage door motor in the distance signaled its assent. The wine glass was almost empty as she finished her second glass of wine. In a few moments the bathroom door quietly opened. She sat up straight and twisted her body to meet him with a grin—her extraordinary breasts were completely out of the water beckoning. Her extraordinary laughing blue eyes broke contact with him and looked at the bathroom rug. 

It had been an inside joke present from him--two almost identical circular rugs both pale yellow. He was standing on one of the two rugs. Royal navy blue lines had been stitched into the circle separating it into four quadrants. Each quadrant had either an 'M' or a 'F.' The final color was a brilliant red arrow also stitched into the rug. She had chosen this rug just before entering the water. The point of the arrow was clearly in the quadrant labeled 'F;' she rose to her feet as his hands went to his belt. The spinner rug told all—Linda was clearly the active person tonight.



Around & Around



Linda blushed a little and finally said, "If it were strip poker, the loser would be naked. I think my pledge leader wants this game to go pretty far, but not too far. I think someone has to be naked."

"Then here is what I would do," I continued. "Part one of the game should end by either one couple exhausting their stack of action cards or after a period of time. After thinking about it, I like the idea of going through a stack. The last action should be pretty embarrassing to the losing couple, and that seems to be a good way to end part one.

"Part two is very simple to explain. The same two spinners are used. First the losing couple is selected by the first spinner; then the loser between the couple is selected by the second spinner. The loser has to remove one article of clothing.

"I read three or four stories on strip poker..."

Linda interrupted, "you read dirty stories?"

I answered primly, "I only forced myself to do it for you Linda." 

Her eyes were smiling at me again.

I continued, "The strip poker stories gave me a few tips. For example, each person has to have the same number or pieces of clothing. In one story the person tried to cheat by using a ring for a piece of clothes. In another story one sock was one piece. I think we should have five pieces of clothing: Shoes and socks are the first, and then an upper outer piece, a lower outer piece, an upper inner piece, and finally a lower inner piece. So for a man it would be shoes and socks, shirt, pants, undershirt, and finally shorts.

"I have a problem with ending the game. Some stories had the loser doing something silly or having to submit to some sex act by the winners. 

"I have two suggestions for ending the game. The first is that the loser removes the last piece of clothes—shorts or panties—and has to stand in the middle of the rest of the players for two minutes or so. If you want more participation, maybe the game would end by having the loser go naked and then one slow song is played and all the couples dance to the slow song dressed or undressed as they were when the game ended. When the song ends, everyone gets dressed and leaves."

Linda blushed and said, "I like the dance idea. It really would be the last act of the game."

She continued, "I love it! Your idea is perfect. It goes pretty far, but no real harm is done. I know Sharon will agree to the game. I just hope I can get three club pledges to agree to play and have them talk their boyfriends into it.

"You really spent a lot of time thinking about my game. I hope it didn't interfere with your studies."

I grinned and said, "The hard part was reading all those porn stories, but I did it for you."

"You said it was only three or four stories," Linda challenged.

I grinned again and said, "I lied."

Linda looked at me and said, "Last week you told me you were not much of a talker. You have been talking almost two hours straight. What has changed you into a talkathon?"

I looked into those blue eyes again and quietly said, "You."

Linda blushed again. She looked at me and said, "Thank you kind sir."

The bus would be leaving in 90 minutes. Linda suggested we go back to Bellman Center and maybe catch the end of the dance. I held her hand as we crossed the campus. For the next hour we danced. Once she forced me into a fast dance, but she knew. When the last slow dance was played. Linda's arms were around my neck and my arms circled her back. I could feel her breasts pressed against me, and I knew she could feel my erection pressing into her. I didn't step back, and neither did she.

She walked me to the bus. Dumb no longer, I had both her last name, and much more important, her phone number. We held hands until the bus door opened. I turned to her and saw those blue eyes again. I pulled her to me and we kissed. At the end of the kiss, I felt her tongue pressing my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues met...and then the kiss was over.

I got on the bus and walked down the isle. I hoped no one noticed the erection as I tried to find a seat. When I got to an empty seat, I thought, "Not only do I hope that no one saw my erection, but I hoped that circle of moisture that showed through my pants was equally unseen. But then I thought, "I don't really give a shit. What Linda thinks is all that matters."

The Game

The game was to take place in two weeks. I waited until Wednesday to call Linda. The phone rang in Linda's dorm. Eventually, someone answered and said, "Hello."

I asked for Linda, and was told to wait.

After about five minutes, Linda's voice came on the phone and said, "Hello."

"Linda, it's me John." 

Linda answered, "John! I'm glad you called. I lot of things are happening because of you. How are you?" 

I answered, "Linda, I'm fine. I just wanted to call and see how you are. Is the game on?"

Linda answered, "My pledge leader loved the game. I've got one couple who has agreed to play and another one with a maybe. I really think the game will take place. The club is wild over the game. They don't know the rules or even if there is a game, but the rumors are out. The girls keep asking me if it is true about the game, and I won't give them an answer.

"The real fun is making up the actions for part one. I've been thinking of each one and then realize I have been carried away—no one would do what I was thinking. I get excited just thinking about it. I must be depraved."

I said, "Linda, calm down. It should be a game where some get embarrassed, but the end result is that most of us had fun, and that you become a member of your club.

"Midterms are coming up for me, so I don't know when I can call again. But even if your game is canceled, I want to come to see you."

Linda answered, "Thank you John, for everything. I want to see you in ten days no matter what."

Ten days went by and I arrived on the bus with 48 horny freshmen. Linda was there to meet me with a kiss. She was excited and told me the game was on. She took my hand and pulled me.

"Wait a minute, slow down, what's going on," I asked.

Linda gushed, "I had three couples all ready to play the game, but last night the boy friend of one of the girls told her he wouldn't do it. I really went into panic city with the game just one day away. I went to my pledge leader to try to have her agree for a game with only three couples. You can't believe it...she and her boyfriend volunteered to be the fourth couple. It's awesome."

I asked, "Where will the game take place anyway?"

Linda replied, "In my room. Originally the room was designed for three students. It had a study room and a sleeping room that had a bunk bed and a twin. This year I only have one roommate, so the study room has only two desks and a couch, and the bedroom has two twin beds. There is plenty of room for the game, and my roommate has gone home for the weekend."

I replied, "Lead on Linda...I hope we don't lose."

She grabbed my hand and took me to her dorm. She lived on the second floor and by the time we got there, the three couples had already arrived. As we walked in, everyone turned to look at us.

Linda said, "Everyone this is John."

Linda then went to each couple and introduced me. Sue and Ken were the first couple. Sue was five feet two inches tall with freckles, red hair and small breasts. Ken was a husky five feet ten inches or so with black hair. When we shook hands, he tried to impress me with his strength.

The next couple was Kim and Ron. Kim was a five feet ten inch brunette who was skinny as a rail. Ron was also thin and probably about six feet tall.

Finally, Linda introduced me to Sharon and Bob. Sharon was five feet six inches or so with blond hair, green eyes and a friendly smile. She had a pretty face, but my eyes were on her breasts—they were pushing against her sweater so much that it looked like they would break through. Bob was about five feet ten inches tall with dark hair, dark eyes, and a friendly smile. 

With that Linda turned around and raised her voice. "OK guys, we're all here. Are there any questions on the rules?"

There was silence. Linda said, "Sit in a circle. There are plenty of cushions to be comfortable." 

She brought out two spinners and an electronic timer. She said, "The actions are going to be timed, so when the bell rings, it's over. I will set the times." Linda produced a stack of cards and divided them into four equal piles. A pile was placed in front of each couple. 

Linda said, "Now to get organized, if the spinner points to number one, Sharon and Bob have been selected. Number two is Kim and Ron; number three is John and me; and number four is Sue and Ken. Is that clear? Part one is over when the first couple performs all five actions. Then it gets even more interesting"

Sharon kidded, "Are you sure each pile requires the same thing?"

Linda answered, "There are five cards in each pile and the five actions are identical. If I knew you would be playing, I might have changed your pile a little bit though Sharon."

Linda was obviously kidding and Sharon knew it.

Everyone settled down. Some people seemed to be nervous—Sue was blushing already and seemed the most nervous, and Ron looked apprehensive also.

Linda looked at each of us and said, "I think our pledge leader should have the first spin."

Sharon said, "Thank you Linda, I appreciate the fact that elders do have some privileges." 

Sharon leaned over and spun. She had hit it hard and it spun many times. It finally stopped on number three. Everyone laughed since Linda and I were number three. 

Sharon spoke right up and said, "Linda, tell us what your action card says to do."

Linda picked up the card and read, "The active player must kiss the passive player on the lips for 30 seconds. No other body contact is allowed."

No one spoke until Linda said, "Bob, you have to spin to see who does what."

Bob nodded and spun. The arrow pointed at the female quadrant. Linda had to kiss me. Linda set the timer for 30 seconds and then we both stood up. I leaned over as she raised her mouth to mine. Our lips touched and the timer started. After 10 seconds or so I became to suspect that this might be a dangerous game. Even without me touching Linda with nothing but my mouth, my body was responding. Fortunately, before Mr. Flagpole came to life, the timer sounded and the kiss ended. Linda grinned at me before she sat down.

The spinner was passed to Ron and Kim. Ron indicated to Kim to make the first spin. The spinner came up number two—Ron and Kim had spun themselves. Ron made the second spin and he was the winner. So Ron kissed Kim for 30 seconds.

The spinner moved to Linda and me. Linda made the first spin and it stopped on one. Sharon and Bob were the chosen ones. I spun and Sharon won and kissed Bob for 30 seconds. 

The game was proceeding slowly. So far the spinner had been random. People seemed relaxed as the spinner moved to Sue and Ken. Sue spun. The arrow stopped at one. Sharon and Bob had moved to the second level.

Sharon said, "Hey Linda—who might be a pledge forever if this keeps up—did you rig the game?" 

Sue said, "Pick up your card Sharon." 

Sharon picked up the action card and read it silently.

Linda said, "You have to read it out loud Sharon."

Sharon read, "The active player must French kiss the passive player for one minute and at the same time the active player must pull his or her partner together by placing his/her hands on the other's ass and pull the partner to him or her."

"Oh god," said Sharon.

Sue indicated to Ken that he should spin. It stopped at the male quadrant. Bob was the active player and Sharon was the passive player. They both stood up and moved together. Their lips met and Linda started the timer. Bob reached and clutched Sharon's ass and it was obvious he was pulling her into him. A minute later the timer rang. Sharon stepped back, her face was flushed and she obviously was somewhat excited. She muttered, "What kind of game is this?"

I looked around the circle. Linda was smiling at Sharon's discomfort. Kim looked excited, and Sue, even though she had not lost a spin yet, still looked nervous.

The random part of the game continued as all couples eventually got through card two without anyone moving to card three. When Kim and Ron went through the French kiss, everyone got a show. Kim may have been thin, but when she became the active person it was obvious that she was really getting into the game. She pulled Ron's ass into her and teased him by moving her pelvis up and down against him. 

When Linda and I had to French kiss, she too was the active person. When we kissed I opened my mouth and Linda's tongue met mine. Then I felt her hands on my ass and she pulled me against her. My pelvis was glued to her pelvis. After 20 seconds I knew I was in trouble. My erection was pressing against Linda; my tongue was probing her tongue, and her hands kept pulling me into her. I knew she felt me, but she just pulled harder. The bell rang and we stepped back. I tried to sit down quickly, but Sharon spotted it and said, "John, your pants don't seem to hanging just right. Is there a problem?"

I felt myself blushing and all the players were laughing. Even Sue was giggling at me.

The spinner was back to Sharon and Bob. The next spin would put one of us into card three. Bob spun and for the second time in a row, they spun themselves. Sharon took the next action card from the deck, quickly read it and said, "Oh shit."

Linda innocently asked, "Is that what the card reads?" 

Sharon then read from the card, "The active person must stand behind the passive person as close as possible. The action person must massage the breasts of the passive person through their clothes for two minutes. No kissing is allowed."

Linda said, "Sharon, spin to see who the active person is."

Sharon spun and the active person was female! Sharon was going to massage Bob's breasts for two minutes. Everyone laughed...it was a break in the game. They both stood up and Sharon went behind Bob. Her hands came through his arms and cupped his breasts. For the next two minutes she rubbed and massaged Bob's breasts. Everyone was laughing including Sharon...the one not laughing was Bob. He tried to laugh but it was obvious that he was embarrassed.

The spinner then moved to Kim and Ron. She spun it hard; it slowed down eventually and came to stop at number three. Number three was Linda and me. Everyone was laughing now, because the breast massage was next on our list. Ron spun to find out who was going to be the passive person. The needle almost stopped at female but with a final burst of energy slipped into the male quadrant. I was the active person. I had to play with Linda's breasts. 

Sharon was the first to laugh. The game had started to become a mini-contest between Sharon and Linda. Linda's face was red, but she had a determined look on her face. She stood up and faced the group as I moved behind her. I reached through her arms and gently put my hands on her breasts through her sweater. First I cupped her breasts in my hands and lifted them. My hands moved up and covered her entire breasts and I began squeezing them lightly. Her breasts were large but softer than I expected. When my fingers found her nipples, she pushed her ass back into me. The two minutes ended quickly...I could have stood there for 30 minutes. Linda seemed to be a little shaky. Two minutes of having her breasts touched had caused a reaction. Her face was flushed but she put on a brave face and challenged, "Who has the next spin?"

Sharon taunted, "You do Linda. Have you been distracted?"

I spun and it stopped on number two. Kim and Ron were the winners. Ron became the active person and felt Kim's breasts for two minutes. Kim's breasts may have been small, but they were apparently very sensitive. Her breathing became short and it was obvious she was pushing her ass into Ken. The timer went off.

The spinner went to Sue and Ken. Sue spun and it stopped on number three. It was Linda and me again! I couldn't believe it. Ken and Sue had had not reached card three, which was feeling breasts, and Linda and I were at card four. But I didn't know what card four was since Linda had made the actions up. I reached for the action card and read aloud, "Standing behind your partner you must reach around and under and massage between his/her legs through the clothes for two minutes." I was stunned. My Linda had made this an action, and we now had to do it.

Sharon burst out laughing and yelled, "Spin it Ken. I'm dying to see who the active person is."

Ken spun and it stopped on female. Linda was the active person and I was the passive. I know I turned completely red. I couldn't believe I had invented this silly game. Linda stood up first and looked at me. She was nervous and the room had turned quiet. I had no choice. I stood up and faced the group. Linda came up to me from behind. Her hands came around my hips and covered my pelvis, and then she started rubbing me. My erection through my pants was immediate. I could feel her fingers touching me though my pants. She captured by penis and squeezed. She went lower and I felt her faintly touching my balls and then back to my prick. Just when I thought I was going to come, the timer rang. Both Linda and I sat down immediately. If I looked at her I knew I would come. 

I had worn light colored slacks. Bad mistake as I glanced down to see a circle of moisture appear through my pants. Obviously, Linda's hands had me excited.

The game continued and fortunately randomness returned. Sue had to massage Ken's breasts to his obvious disappointment. Kim lost next and Ron massaged her pussy for two minutes. By the end of the two minutes there was sweat on Kim's forehead. As the timer rang we all heard a quiet moan come from Kim. 

The spinner now moved to Linda and me. Both Linda and I, and Kim and Ron had only one card left in our action decks. If the spinner stopped at either one of us, the last action would be performed and the first part of the game would be over. I spun the dial hard. It almost stopped at number four, but then clearly crossed to number one. Sharon and Bob had lost. The only question was who would be the active person. Linda spun and the arrow stopped at female. Sharon would put Bob through what Linda had done to me.

Sharon was laughing. She said, "Hurry and stand up Bob. We don't want these people waiting for us."

Bob smiled and said, "If it were the other way around you wouldn't be so fast to move Sharon."

Sharon shot back, "Quit being a baby Bob. Handle it like a man."

Bob countered, "No Sharon, you are the one handling it."

With that he stood up and faced us. Sharon reached around him and attacked his penis through his clothes. At one point she put her hand under his legs and it was obvious she was squeezing his balls. His erection was fully visible to all of us. When the timer rang precum had soaked through his pants.

Sue spoke for the first time since the game had started and said, "God, that was hot."

Sharon spoke up, "Bob's a real big boy, and he can handle it." The obvious nuisance cracked up the players again.

The spinner was passed to Sue and Ken. This could be the last spin since three couples only had one action card left. Sue and Ken had two cards.

Sue spun. I held my breath. Linda had really aroused me with her hands and I didn't want to go through anything more. The spinner slowed and stopped.

Sharon yelled, "Shit!" It had stopped on number 1. The first part of the game was over as soon as Sharon and Bob performed their final action. Kim looked excited. Sue was obviously very relieved. Linda was grinning—her pledge leader had lost.

Bob reached for the last card and read it aloud. "The passive person is hiding something the size of a quarter on her or his body. The active person must search for the something by feeling the person everywhere that a quarter could be hidden for two minutes. The searcher cannot put his hands under any clothes, but must feel through the clothes."




Around & Around



Ken reached over and spun. It stopped on male. Bob would be searching Sharon. Sharon muttered another "Shit."

Bob, clearly remembering what had just happened to him at her hands said, "Stand up Sharon and face the group; hold out your arms and spread your legs."

Sharon stood and turned to face us. Bob went behind her. His hands quickly went to her breasts and started squeezing them. His fingers moved to her nipples and it was obvious that he was rolling them in his fingers. With his left hand still on her breast, the other hand went to her vulva. He massaged her through her skirt and then moved his fingers down her slit. His fingers continued pressing and tracing her slit up and down. His other hand left her breast and went down to her ass. He squeezed it several times and then went lower. His right hand kept teasing her vulva, while the two fingers of his left hand tried to push into her asshole. The timer rang just as Sharon moaned. 

Bob's payback to Sharon had aroused all of us. My erection was back. Kim's face was flushed—it was obvious that she was very excited. I looked at Linda she was staring at me.

The room was silent recovering from what they had seen when Linda asked, "Maybe I went too far?"

Bob quickly jumped in and said, "No, you didn't. There was no harm to anyone. If we were virgins before this game, then we still are."

Kim quickly said, "I liked the game. You guys are lucky I didn't write up the actions. Maybe the next time we play, I will be the writer of the action cards."

Sharon finally concluded, "Part 1 of the game was a success although I seemed to have taken the brunt of it. Let's have a soda and see how part two goes."

The Game – Part 2

We were back to sitting around in a circle.

Linda said, "The rules of part 2 are very simple and you all agreed to them. One of us will end up naked in front of the others. Remember, the game ends when the first person is naked, but all of us must then have one slow dance with their partner. When the song ends, the night is over and everyone leaves. 

"The spinner will go around the table just like before. When the spinner selects a couple, the second spinner decides whether it is the male or female who must remove a piece of clothing. There are five pieces of clothing in the game.

"Any questions?"

No one said anything. Linda looked at Sharon and said, "You did so well in part one, I think you should start the game in part 2. Spin it Sharon."

Sharon replied, "As long as the ending isn't the same...I did my part for your game."

Sharon reached over and spun. The spinner stopped at four. Ken and Sue were the selected couple. Bob spun the other spinner. It stopped at female. So the first person to lose some clothes was Sue.

Linda said, "Sue, the first article of clothing is both shoes and socks."

Sue giggled nervously and said, "That one I can handle." 

Sue kicked her shoes off. Her socks came next. She threw them behind her.

The spinning continued around the table. After seven turns, seven different people had taken off their shoes and socks. The only one left with shoes was me. It was certainly not a game of skill.

It was Sue and Ken's turn to spin. It stopped on number four. They had spun their own number. Ken spun again to see which of them would lose. Sue was staring intently as the arrow went around. Her staring didn't help. She was the loser. She looked at Linda as if asking a question.

Linda answered, "The second piece of clothing is the upper outer. So in this case you have to take off your sweater Sue."

Sue looked nervous as she stood up. Her face had turned red to match her hair. She looked around as if searching help, but then sighed and pulled her white sweater over her head. She was wearing a white bra. Her breasts were on the small side, but since she was only a petite girl, they complimented her figure. Her chest was covered with freckles. She quickly sat down and didn't look at any of us.

The game continued as the boys were hit hard. Each of us lost one time with the girls losing nothing. I lost my shoes and socks, and Bob, Ron and Ken all lost their shirts.

Sharon had begun to agitate again; cheering as each boy removed his shirt. The gods of luck struck back. Sharon was the next loser.

Sharon with her extraordinary command of the English language said, "Shit. OK everyone, I guess a little skin is coming."

Sharon was wearing a blouse. She quickly unbuttoned it and pulled it off her shoulders and threw it behind her. Sharon was also wearing a white bra. Her breasts were large, maybe even bigger than Linda's. The bra was somewhat low cut as you could see the start of the aureoles of her breasts. She cupped her breasts with her hands and said, "Bra, don't leave me now."

We all laughed as she sat down.

The game continued and the men lost two in a row. I lost my shirt and Ron lost his pants. When Ron lost his pants you could see his penis pushing against his shorts. It almost broke loose, but he quickly pushed it inside his shorts and sat down. The game was starting to get dangerous.

Linda lost next. As she stood up, she glanced at me. I looked back and winked. She smiled nervously. She was wearing a red sweater with matching skirt. She reached for the bottom of her sweater and quickly pulled it over her head. Her bra was red and her breasts were straining against the material. It was a modest bra and it enclosed her breasts entirely. I think Sharon's breasts were bigger, but not by much. Linda sat down. She looked at me and when she saw me staring at her breasts, she stuck her tongue out at me.

Linda commanded, "Next spinner."

I lost my pants next. You would think that losing your pants wasn't a big deal. Everything is covered and it is just as if you were at the beach. Wrong. Shorts are not a bathing suit. When I pulled my pants off, the group giggled. Sharon was laughing. The worst thing in the world was for Linda to show me her bra right before I took off my pants. The erection was in full bloom. The only good thing is that it stayed inside. I quickly sat down.

Ken lost his pants and then Kim lost her sweater. All eyes were on Kim as she stood up. She had a yellow sweater and matching skirt. At five feet ten inches she was the tallest girl in the game. Through the sweater it had not looked like her breasts were large. The sweater came off. She was wearing a pale yellow bra. The bra was made of a sheer material; we could see her nipples showing through. Her breasts were bigger than Sue's and smaller than Linda's, but her thin body seemed to make her breasts jut out to make up for their size. 

She saw us staring and laughed, "I guess I made a bad choice for the bra in this type of game." It was obvious that Kim was part exhibitionist—she was enjoying the game.

Bob lost his pants next. Then Linda lost her skirt. She stood up and quickly took off her skirt. Her panties were red matching her bra. Her legs were beautiful and her flat stomach accentuated her breasts. She stood there in panties and bra for a second and sat down. As she sat down on saw some strands of hair sticking out from her panties. Back came my erection.

Sharon lost her skirt. Then Kim lost her skirt. When Kim stood up her face was red. She looked around at us and said, "Not only did I make a bad choice for my bra, but I made the same bad choice for my panties. She took off her skirt and showed us she had the same pale yellow color for her panties. Unfortunately for her, the material was the same also. The see-through panties hid very little. We could see her bush; the front of her panties looked like some of the material was wet. Kim quickly sat down.

Seven of us had only two articles of clothing left. Sue had three. Then bad luck struck the males again. Each one of us lost in succession over the next four spins. All the boys were now down to shorts. If any of us lost again, the game would be over. The room had become quiet. The early teasing had stopped. No one really wanted to lose.

The spinner was passed to Sue and Ken. Sue spun and it finally stopped at number three. Linda and I had lost. The bigger question was which one of us had to take something off. If it were me, I would be naked and the game would be over. If Linda, she would lose her bra. Ken spun and it stopped on 'female.' I was still in the game!

Linda braved it out and said, "Well it is my game so I guess I should lead by example."

She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She held the bra against her breasts for a second and then let the material fall through her arms. As her breasts fell free of the material, they sagged a little from their weight. Her aureoles were larger than I had guessed; her nipples were big and as we watched, they started to harden. She looked at me and sat down.

Sharon quickly pulled the spinner over and said, "This is going to be the end of the game. One of you boys is going naked."

She spun, and then Bob spun. Sharon was wrong. Kim had lost her bra. Kim stood up quickly and looked at us. She said, "Well there isn't going to be a surprise here since you can see through the damn thing anyway."

Kim unhooked her bra and immediately dropped it to the floor. The breasts were small but stuck out from her chest without any sag. Her nipples were tiny. Similar to Linda, they immediately began to harden. She grinned and gave us the strip dancer breast shake and sat down. She was excited not embarrassed.

The spinner passed to Kim and Ron. Everyone knew that there was a very good chance the game would end with this spin. Ron spun and the arrow stopped at two. Ron and Kim had spun their own number; they had lost twice in a row. Each of them had only one article of clothing left. The game was over, but who would go naked? Kim looked around the group and then spun it as hard as she could. The arrow slowed and finally stopped...'female.' Kim had lost twice in a row! It took a second for it to sink in to Kim, and then she knew. She had lost.

Linda said, "In the middle of the circle Kim."

Kim took two steps into the middle of all of us. She looked around for a second, sighed, and then hooked her fingers into the elastic of her panties. She pulled them down and as they got to her ankles bent over to step out of them. I was behind her looking at her ass which was very nice. Kim was a tall girl with no extra weight, so her legs seemed to go up forever. She straightened up and turned. Her bush completely covered her vagina with no evidence of any trimming. I saw beads of moisture clinging to her hairs.

Music started and Linda yelled, "one dance with your partner and then everybody leave."

Linda had gone back many years to find an old, sophomoric love song. It was Johnny Mathis singing "The Twelfth Of Never." I grinned. Where had she found that?

She came up to me and said, "I think this is our dance."

I took her in my arms and we started dancing slowly. I looked around the room. Kim was naked and clinging to Ron who had only shorts on. Their feet were not moving as they swayed back and forth. They were kissing with neither of them coming up for air.

Sue and Ken were dancing. Sue, for all her worries, was only down to her bra. Ken was in his shorts.

Sharon, with both bra and panties intact, was dancing with Bob who was only in his shorts. They were imitating Kim and Ron; Sharon was clinging to Bob and not moving.

But then I stopped looking around and looked down into Linda's smiling eyes. She asked, "What do you think?"

"A winner," I replied. 

I pulled her close. Her breasts were pressing against me. She let go of my hand and put both her arms around my neck. My hands left her back and went to her ass; I felt her thin panties. I pulled us even closer. I knew she felt my prick. I didn't care. Then she moved her body up and down slowly. She was teasing my erection. I looked at her and leaned over. Her mouth opened and our tongues probed each other. We had stopped swaying; we were one. 

And the music stopped. The song was over. The game was over.

The room cleared in seconds. The girls put on their sweater and skirts—Kim just carried her panties and bra. The boys were equally quick. Where they were going was not important. What was important was that Linda and I were alone.

When the door closed, Linda and I looked at each other. She took my hand and we went over to the coach. I looked at our clothes on the floor and then at her. Linda's laughing, blue eyes shook no.

We sat down and she looked at me. I said, "I love you."

She looked me in the eyes and said, "That might come later. For now I think you lust me."

She looked serious for a second. Then she said, "We have been teasing our bodies now for two hours. I am so aroused I can't even begin to describe how I feel when your body is against mine. For tonight, I will make you come if you make me come. OK?"

I nodded yes.

She got up and knelt down in front of me. Her hands went to my shorts and as she pulled I lifted up so that she could remove them. My erection sprung into her face. She laughed and said, "This is my first time so don't expect an expert."

I nodded again.

She reached and cupped my balls. Feeling them as if to teach herself what the equipment was like. With her hand cupping my balls she lightly used her thumb and forefinger of each hand to steady my penis. My tip was glistening with sticky liquid. She licked the moisture from the tip with small, gentle licks. She looked up at me. I saw her face and her breasts and her eyes. She put her head down again and brought her tongue up the entire underside of my shaft. Without warning she put her mouth over the tip, and then her mouth went halfway down my penis. She went up and down four times and it was too much. Before I could warn her the first spurt went into her throat. Startled, she pulled out and caught the rest of my cum on her chest.

I said, "I'm sorry."

Her eyes laughed at me. She said, "That's what is supposed to happen, but you surprised me. The next time will be better."

I reached for her and pulled her to my face; we kissed.

She said, "I'm so hot I can't believe it. Making you come made it even worse for me. Now it's your turn."

I parroted, "This is my first time so don't expect an expert."

She laughed as I pushed her back on the couch. The last three weeks of reading strip poker stories had given me ideas on what I should do; the question was whether I could really do it. I leaned over her and we kissed. I cupped her breasts in my hands and lifted them. I kissed the sides and the tops of each breast and then started to lick a circle around her areoles still holding her breasts in my hands. As my tongue touched her nipple Linda gasped, "Oh god." She arched her pelvis up involuntarily. I was going to fast.

I went to me knees and my fingers went under the elastic band; her moisture had completely soaked her panties. She lifted and I stripped the panties from her. 

I pulled her so that she sat on the edge of the coach with her back slumped back. Her legs had unconsciously spread open, but my hands spread her wider. Her pussy was completely open to me. Her pubic hair was thick and dark. I kissed and licked her legs from her inner knees up to her soft inner thighs. She was quietly moaning now. I knew I did not want to hurry this first time with her, and Linda had helped me by making me come first.

When my face got to her hair, it was wet. My hands kept her legs spread wide as I lowered my face into her. I kissed her outer lips. My fingers went to her labia and slowly explored—a light finger touch here, a kiss there. My fingers gently opened her lips and my tongue touched smooth, wet skin. Linda moaned louder. My tongue then started exploring—I knew where I was going, but I wanted to taste all of her. My flat tongue made strokes inside her vagina; then my tongue darted into her as far as it could go.

Linda whimpered, "God...I can't wait. You're killing me."

Now I was getting excited. My tongue found her clitoris. My finger gently pushed back the skin slightly hiding it. My tongue lightly touched it. I could feel her start to arch her back so the pressure of my tongue would increase on her clit.

Linda pleaded, "Faster John. I'm almost there"

My tongue went harder, faster. I knew she had to come soon. With my tongue assaulting her, I quickly reached up and rubbed her nipples. She screamed and came. My hands went under her ass and lifted her as her hips bucked into my face. She was moaning. I held my tongue inside her as her body spasmodically sought release. It seemed like a long time before her motion finally slowed. She kept moaning my name as her eruptions subsided. I started to lick her again.

Linda whispered, "No John...it's too soon...I can't take any more." She grabbed my arms and pulled me up her body. My eyes met her eyes and...

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The ice was clinking in the glass as I made small, circular motions with the drink. I had almost finished my second drink when I heard the key turn in the lock. The door opened and she walked in. I put my glass down on the coaster and then moved my hand three inches to the right. I looked up and spun.

Linda with the laughing blue eyes grinned...her hands went to the buttons on her blouse.