Henry picked Lynda up and carried the nude girl to an overstuffed chair. She watched him with a puzzled look after he sat her down. Henry knelt in front of her and his hands went to the back of her knees. Lynda had no idea what he was going to do until he pulled her legs forward. She flopped down on her back on the chair seat. Henry had not only pulled her down, he had also spread her legs wide.

�What are you doing?� Lynda blurted as her face turned red. Being nude with the guys was one thing but in the position she was in, her pussy was almost on display which embarrassed her. She tried to close her legs but Henry held them open.

Lynda was about to protest being held until Henry�s head went between her legs. �What are you doing?� she blurted again, still red from embarrassment. �Daddy, what�s he gonna do to me?�

�He won�t hurt you, I promise,� Lynda�s father reassured.

Something wet hit her pussy. It took only a moment for Lynda to realize it was his tongue. �Noooo!� she begged as her embarrassment increased. Henry ignored her pleas and continued.

�Don�t do that,� Lynda half heartedly protested. Being opened as she was and having Henry�s tongue licking her pussy was making Lynda red with humiliation but her body was beginning to respond.

Henry�s tongue was circling her opening. Lynda wanted to push his head away and close her legs but hesitated because of the wonderful sensations he was giving her. She had fingered herself a number of times and Buddy�s and her father�s finger had been in her pussy too but this was different. Her eyes darted around the room and she saw all the men watching her. She was still a little embarrassed but that feeling was quickly being replaced with lust.

Lynda gasped as Henry�s tongue parted her pussy lips and slid in. Her eyes bulged in surprise at the intense sensation. This was nothing like a finger. After twisting and turning, the tongue pulled out and slid up to her clit. Her hips shot up as Henry�s tongue made a lazy circle around her love button.

�Nooo� Please�. Stop�.� Lynda pleaded. These new sensations were making her lose control and that frightened her. �Don�t�� she begged as her hips ground her pussy into Henry�s face. As much as she pleaded, she hoped he would continue. She cursed her body for responding so much.

Lynda again gasped as Henry�s tongue slid back into her. This time she didn�t beg him to stop. She tried but couldn�t hold back a low guttural moan. Her body had won its battle with her mind and she could feel her passions rising. Her own juices added to the wetness of Henry�s mouth. Her eyes slowly shut as her mind began to concentrate on the pleasures being produced between her legs.

The room was silent except for an occasional moan from Lynda combined with the sound of her ragged breathing. She no longer cared about her legs being splayed and Henry�s face mashed against her pussy lips. Her hands absent mindedly ran through his hair. Her body was on fire. Her hips were bouncing her ass uncontrollably against the seat cushion of the chair.

�Oooooo�� Lynda cried as her orgasm finally hit. Her lungs sucked in air then froze. Her ass lifted pushing her pussy against the tongue assaulting it. Never before had she felt an orgasm this intense. As her brain began to fade, her lungs finally started working again. Air hissed through her teeth as her lungs expelled it. Again she sucked oxygen into her body, reviving her brain.

Unlike every other orgasm Lynda had experienced, this one wasn�t ending. Her stomach muscles quivered as waves and waves of pleasure washed over her. Henry continued to lick the now helpless girl. She shuddered as his tongue once again sank into her body. Everything was blurry to her except the clear pleasure between her legs.

Henry, sensing the girl�s almost seizure like movements, finally backed away. After a few moments, Lynda�s movements stopped and she settled down. Her legs were still wide open and her pussy lips swollen and soaked. Her eyes were still closed but there was a slight smile on her face.

As her mind cleared, Lynda realized Henry had stopped. The air on her wet pussy was causing a slight chill, adding to the tingling still pulsating throughout her body. She knew her legs were still wide open and her pussy exposed to all but she didn�t have the strength yet to move. Her long orgasm had completely drained her.

Lynda�s eyes finally focused and were able to see the men again. They had already dealt the next poker hand and were playing. Slowly Lynda closed her legs and sat up in the chair. It took almost all of the strength she had just to do that. �I bet Lynda,� she heard Henry say. A few seconds later George announced he had won.

George stood and walked to the chair Lynda was sitting in. He held out his hand to her to help her up. Lynda stood on wobbly legs and George led her over to the table. �Lean down so your chest is on the table,� he told her. Lynda didn�t know why he told her that but was grateful to rest on the table. Her legs still didn�t really have the strength to hold her up much longer.

She reached across the table to grab the opposite edge pulling her body up some so as not to slide to the floor and lowered to the table. There were many more comfortable places to lay down maybe but she didn�t really care. Rest was the important thing now.

George�s hands side up and down her back and ass cheek a few times. It felt nice but he stopped rubbing and his hands stopped on her ass. Lynda felt her cheek being spread open. She was going to protest but she was just too spent. Instead she buried her face in her arms so no one could see the redness from her embarrassment. After her pussy had just been displayed, and after what Henry had done, someone looking at her rear opening didn�t make much difference anyway.

Something wet touched her pussy. A small smile formed on her lips. She was going to be treated again. She tried to push her slit out some to give George better access. Shock enveloped her as his tongue grazed her pussy lips then slid up her ass crack. Again his tongue hip her pussy so she relaxed once more. As it did before though, his tongue moved up. �No� Don�t do that� It tickles� That�s nasty� Stop�� she protested after finding herself pinned against the table unable to escape.

George ignored the girl and continued to lick her. Lynda looked up and saw her father smiling at her. �Daddy, make him stop,� she pleaded.

�Relax, sweetheart, you�ll love it,� Lynda�s father reassured.

�He�s putting his tongue in my bum!� Lynda gasped as George�s tongue pushed into her rear opening. Lynda�s father just smiled again and nodded. Lynda buried her face in her arms, her face bright red with embarrassment. No one had ever tried to touch her there before like this. Wendy had pushed a finger into her ass but it didn�t feel like this. Wendy�s finger had hurt a little but George�s tongue actually felt nice. Still, the idea of something going into her ass was a little unsettling.

Lynda fidgeted a little more trying to escape more than anything else. Instinctively she pushed her stomach into the table each time George�s tongue entered her. Much to her surprise, her body began to respond. It didn�t feel the same as when Henry had tongued her pussy but this felt nice too. As nasty as Lynda thought it was, it was turning her on anyway.

George continued to alternate between licking around her opening and pushing his tongue into her. Lynda�s nerves seemed to be piquing. George�s light touches were almost magnified. When he pushed his tongue into her, Lynda couldn�t help but to push back against him. She could feel the juices leaking from her pussy. George gently blew on her wet rosebud giving her a chill. The resulting shiver seemed to pulsate throughout her body making her gasp.

Lynda rose up on her toes and pushed back against George�s tongue. Her face was still red but not from embarrassment anymore. Her breathing was labored and she was starting to moan. The vileness of what was being done to her only served to increase her arousal. �Ahhhh�� Lynda moaned as George�s tongue seemed to go deeper than it had. Lynda pushed back hard. George�s tongue began to move around inside her. She squealed as her orgasm erupted.

Lynda wanted to crawl up onto the table to get away from George but at the same time she wanted him to continue. Her legs gave out and her stomach pushed into the table. �Nooo�� she groaned as she continued to climax. For the first time in her life, she was having an orgasm without anything even touching her pussy.

A hand began to slide up the inside of her leg. Lynda cursed the table because it held her from pushing her body down to meet the rising hand. Her whole body was quivering. The hand finally reached her pussy and a finger sunk into her triggering a second orgasm. George�s tongue continued to assault her asshole. The intense sensations were overtaking her. She was having difficult time breathing. As she gasped for air, the room began to fade. �Stop!� she shouted. �No more� Please!�

George headed her pleas and stopped his actions. Lynda�s body finally stopped moving. She could hear the sounds of movement in the room but couldn�t pick up her head yet. Her body was now completely drained of strength. All she could do was to breathe and try to focus her mind once again.

Lynda had no concept of time but the sound of the door jarred her mind. She looked up to see the men leaving. She tried to stand but couldn�t seem to muster enough energy. �Ready for bed?� she heard her father ask.

�Could you carry me?� she asked in a weak voice. Her father grasped her arm, helped her stand, and then picked her up. Holding her as she snuggled against him, he started down the hall.

�Have fun tonight?� he asked.

�Yes,� she whispered. �He licked my bum.�

�I know. Did you like it?� her father asked.

�Yeah� but it�s nasty. It felt good though,� Lynda stammered. �Do people really do that? Is it OK?�

�You liked it?� he inquired.

Lynda thought for a moment. �Yeah� It was kinda embarrassing� but it did feel good� so I guess I liked it.�

�Then it�s OK,� he chuckled. Her father put her on her bed. She was still naked but didn�t have the energy to put a nightgown on. He kissed her cheek and left the room, turning out her light as he closed the door.

Lynda�s asshole and pussy were still tingling. One more climax would have been ideal but she was too tired to do it herself. Her eyes closed and she soon fell into a blissful sleep.