For the next week, Lynda masturbated every night with the memory of the pleasure Matt had given her. She couldn�t wait for poker night again. With any luck Matt would do it again!

Finally the big night came. �Are you going to be our waitress again tonight?� her father asked.

�Yeah!� Lynda answered gleefully. �Would it be all right if I waitress naked?�

Her father chuckled. �I bet the guys would love it.�

Lynda giggled. �Don�t say anything, OK? I wanna surprise them.�

Her father agreed, again chuckling.

Lynda waited in her room for the guys to arrive. She could hear them talking but couldn�t tell what they were saying. She was excited about getting naked for them again. The attention pleased her and made her feel special. Lynda started to get impatient until she heard her father call out they needed some beers.

Lynda walked through the room where they were playing on the way to the kitchen. The guys all said �Hi� to her as she walked through still dressed. Once in the kitchen and out of sight, she stripped off her clothes. She could already feel the now familiar flutter in her pussy as she pulled four beers from the refrigerator. With her small hands, it was a little hard to carry them without touching her bare belly but somehow she managed.

As she rounded the corner all the men stopped playing and looked at her. �Wow!� and �Nice!� they exclaimed. �You�re so cute!� Lynda�s face flushed as she heard the compliments. She went to each and let them take a beer, ending with her father.

�Has anyone noticed what you�re growing?� Matt asked. The other men looked puzzled but Lynda knew what he meant. She looked down shyly and shook her head. �Can I tell them?� Matt asked/

A smile formed on her face but Lynda didn�t look up. �OK,� she said softly.

�You guys are all blind. Didn�t you notice Lynda�s growing hair �down there�?� Matt announced.

�Really?� Lynda�s father blurted, turning to face Lynda. She looked up at him with a big grin. With a finger, she pointed out the few wisps of hair beginning to grow above her slit. �Well how �bout that! Looks like you�re not going to be my little girl anymore. You are going to be Daddy�s girl, aren�t you?� he smiled.

�Of course!� Lynda told him as her arms went around his neck.

�Do we get to see?� Henry asked.

Lynda looked at her father and he nodded. �OK,� she answered. Proudly she walked to Henry and pointed out the new growth between her legs. He complimented her as she moved to the next man and repeated the same procedure with the same results. She skipped Matt and returned to her father�s side.

�Hey, don�t I get to see?� Matt frowned teasingly.

�You already know,� Lynda giggled.

�So?� Matt teased.

�Oh, OK,� Lynda laughed as she walked over to him. He surprised her by picking her up and sitting her on the table instead of just looking as the others had. Lynda giggled as he pulled her legs apart so she was sitting spread eagle in front of him.

Everyone, including Lynda, laughed as he stated, �This, my friends, is how you look at a pretty lady!�

Lynda stayed here for a while almost hoping he�s kiss her special spot again. After allowing Matt to look at her for a while, she jumped off the table. �You can�t play cards with me sitting on the table?� she giggled. Matt looked at her with a big false frown on his face. Still giggling, Lynda said, �OK, how �bout if I just stand next to you?� Matt nodded with a big, childish grin on his face.

Matt picked up the cards and started shuffling as it was his deal. Lynda was facing him when she felt a hand brush her bare ass. She turned to see Henry smile at her without removing her hand. It was the first time Henry had touched her but it felt nice. She smiled back at him and then turned to watch Matt.

Henry�s soft, gentle touch excited Lynda. His finger ran down her crack, not pushing into it but barely grazing it. He went down as low as he could with her legs together and then slid back up. On his third slide down, Lynda�s pussy was getting damp. Slowly, so the others would not notice, she parted her legs a little. Henry�s hand went between them and snaked along her pussy lips.

Matt dealt out the cards as Henry continued to stroke Lynda. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. As Matt finished, The men picked up their cards but Henry picked his up with one hand as he continued to run his other down Lynda�s ass crack and around to the top of her pussy and back.

�You suck as a dealer, Matt,� Henry mumbled as he tossed the cards down. �I fold.� The others continued to play as Henry sat back to watch and, unnoticed by the others, continue to rub Lynda. She was fighting to remain looking �normal� as her body began to respond to the touching. Her hips were slowly moving, pushing back when his hand was on her ass and forward when he reached her pussy.

�Would you get the chips?� George asked, completely unaware of what was happening.

Lynda almost moaned in disappointment but caught herself. �Ok,� she mumbled as she turned reluctantly to go into the kitchen at the same time breaking contact with Henry.

�I�ll give you a hand,� Henry offered as he followed the weak kneed girl into the kitchen.

Lynda walked to the counter and reached for a bowl. �Lean on the counter,� Henry told her softly. Lynda wasn�t sure why he made such a request but she did as he asked placing her hands on the edge and bending forward. �Open your legs,� Henry whispered.

Lynda now knew what he had in mind and her legs parted. Immediately his hand slid between them to her wet pussy. Lynda�s eyes closed as she bent forward more and rested her head on the counter. Henry didn�t go slowly this time. He found her tiny love button and began rubbing around it. Lynda�s breathing became ragged as her arousal grew.

Her legs opened more giving Henry better access to her promise land. She gasped as a finger slid into her. With Henry alternating between rubbing her clit and sinking a finger into her tunnel, Lynda climaxed. Her knees bent as she pushed against his hand. Henry knew what he was doing.

�Hey, where�s my chips!� George called out.

�You stay here. I�ll bring them out,� Henry offered as he poured the chips from the bag into the bowl.

�Thanks,� Lynda muttered weakly as he left the kitchen. She rested for only a moment before she forced herself to stand and return to the others. Her face was still flushed as she returned to the card room but no one seemed to notice, or rather no one said anything.

For the next hour or so, Lynda continued to waitress. She began to notice tents forming in the men�s pants. Their erections excited her, not only because she knew what they were but because she was causing them.

Lynda�s father was having a bad night. Although not much money was actually being bet, his pocket was getting empty. Lynda was standing next to him watching him play. She didn�t know too much about the game but saw 3 of a kind in his hand and knew that was pretty good. No one had folded and the pot was getting rather large by their standards. Her father had already bet what remained of his cash on the hand and was about to get more money from his bedroom when Lynda stopped him.

�Bet me Daddy!� she giggled.
�OK,� he agreed as he put Lynda up against all other bets.

�Wait a minute,� Henry chuckled. �What do we get if we win her?�

Lynda looked at her father and whispered, �I know you�re gonna win, but I can give the winner a blow job if you don�t.� Her father nodded and Lynda made her announcement to the table.

�I�ll accept that!� Matt exclaimed, followed by the agreement of the others.

Betting ended and Lynda�s father proudly displayed his three kings. Matt and Henry both threw their hands on the table with obvious disappointment. Everyone looked at Henry who was still holding his cards. A big smile came over his face as he happily placed his cards on the table. �Shit!� Lynda�s father exclaimed as he had lost.

A slight flush came over Lynda�s face as she walked over to Henry. �You won me,� she giggled.

�Yup,� he said as he pushed his chair back from the table, �but you don�t have to do it if you don�t want to.�

Lynda looked at his lap as the other�s words echoed in her ears. �She�ll do it.� �It was her idea.� Finally her father added, �You did win, and she was the bet��

Slowly Lynda reached for his belt and unbuckled it. She had already given one blow job but only one so she was a little nervous. She unzipped his pants and grabbed them along with his boxers. Henry lifted allowing Lynda to pull his clothes to his ankles.

Lynda�s eyes opened wide and a gasp came from her lips. Henry was far bigger than Buddy and even bigger than Matt. �You�re big,� she muttered. Her comparatively small hand almost didn�t reach around the stiff prick.

She started stroking Henry, causing him to squirm some. Matt and George began to protest, saying it wasn�t fair and that wasn�t the bet. Henry wasn�t complaining though. �Go on, you can do it,� Lynda�s father told her.

Lynda continued to stroke as she knelt down in front of Henry�s parted legs. She leaned forward kissing the purplish tip of his stiff cock. Tentatively she opened her mouth some but found the rod larger than she expected. Stretching her jaw more, she finally succeeded in getting it in her mouth. It was big but Lynda was proud to be able to accomplish her feat.

As her hand continued to stroke him, her head began to bob. Soft but deep tones were coming from Henry. His obvious pleasure excited Lynda and she quickened her pace. Her jaw felt uncomfortably wide but the idea of making Henry cum far outweighed the discomfort.
Lynda could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted to touch herself but didn�t because she wanted to make sure she did a good job for Henry and new if her hand was between her own legs she could never concentrate. Being aroused and concentrating on the cock in her mouth seemed to make the rest of the room disappear. Henry was squirming more now.

Henry�s hips shot forward pushing his cock deeper into Lynda�s mouth. She almost choked. Suddenly her mouth was filled with cum. She swallowed as more cum erupted from the pulsating cock. Determined to not let any cum dribble from her mouth, Lynda continued to swallow until the flow ended.

Her jaw was sore as she pulled away from the spent cock but there was a big smile on her face. She had managed to swallow all of Henry�s cum and hadn�t even dribbled a drop. She could hear the others cheering as she looked up at Henry. He too had a big smile. �You�re pretty good,� he grinned. �I think you deserve a reward.�

Lynda had no idea what he was talking about. She stood and watched as Henry did also, pulling up his pants. A surprised look came over her face as he lifted her off the ground and cradled her in his arms. �What are you doing?� she blurted.