Storiesonline.net ------- Nothing Left To Wager by Lubrican Copyright© 2008 by Lubrican ------- Description: There are lots of stories out there about how some woman gets caught up in some kind of bet, and then tries to wiggle (heh heh heh) her way out of it. While this is just like them. it's not really one of THOSE stories. Codes: MF caution reluc oral mastrb ------- ------- Chapter 1 She stood there, flushed, obviously agitated, staring at me in disbelief. "You're not going to actually do this!" she said, somewhat breathlessly. "I'm not?" I grinned. "I won, fair and square." "But..." She was speechless. I loved it. "This is crazy!" she moaned. "A bet is a bet," I said sternly. ------- It was just a routine poker night, and she came with her boyfriend. Ellen doesn't play poker. I assumed she was placating him. He was a bit of an asshole and I didn't like him or the way he treated her, but I had no say in it, of course. Neither did any of the regulars. That's probably why we took such joy in taking everything he put on the table. The other three guys there that night were some of about six or seven regulars. They knew the deal. It was all supposed to be in fun. Everybody won some times and lost others. It all evened out in the end. But it was Jeff's first time and he took it way too seriously from the very beginning. There are a couple types of poker players. The kind I preferred to play with were like Tom, Clint, and Doug, who were the regulars there that night. Most of us had known each other since we were in grade school and we'd all stayed in touch after high school. We all knew each other's parents and, for the most part, all those parents treated us like our own. What I mean is that it wasn't odd at all for someone else's parents to enforce rules on all of us. And that included Ellen, who was sort of a regular herself at the games, even though she didn't play poker. Call her a mascot, maybe. If she was between boyfriends, or didn't have other plans, she showed up on poker night and either watched a movie or us play poker; whichever was more interesting at a given moment. Then you have the players who are hungry, like winning means something special to them. Sometimes that's because they want to dominate the others ... to show their superiority. Sometimes it's because they need a score, 'cause they're broke, or owe somebody a lot of money or something. They NEED to win. It's not fun for those types, which means it's usually not fun for the rest of us either. Anyway, it looked like Jeff was showing off for Ellen, maybe. She'd told him about our game when he said he liked to play poker. Maybe he told her he was really good, and was trying to prove it to her. For whatever reason, it became obvious that he needed to win. And, when things turned out like they did, I sort of figured it was mostly her fault, for inviting him without talking to the rest of us first. ------- Ellen still stared at me. "You can't be serious," she moaned. "Why not?" I asked. "You brought him here." "He said he liked poker!" she whined. "I didn't think THIS would happen!" "Well it did," I said. "I've never seen you guys bet anything like THIS!" "You let him make the bet," I reminded her. "You said he could." "He had three fucking KINGS!" she almost shouted. "And I had a full house," I said, reasonably. ------- Jeff had started off bragging about how he was going to take everything we had. Some of the tense types are like that. They think it's tactics or something. They think they're psyching out the other players. We love to see those types show up for a game. They never have a poker face worth a damn. He met our expectations. He might as well have been wearing glasses that showed us his cards in their reflection. There were some looks between us regulars that spoke volumes as we started to play the game. What the regulars played wasn't poker, though. Not really. Not that night. I don't think any of the others liked him either. Like I said, we'd all been best friends all our lives. They all knew Ellen and they liked her. And they didn't like the way he treated her. I think what sealed his fate was when he said, "Make yourself useful and get me a beer." He wasn't looking at her, but we knew he wasn't talking to any of us. That she got him the beer made my own poker face a little strained. We let him win a few rounds ... got him pumped up ... and then commenced to make him a pauper. We took our time ... didn't make it obvious. It took two hours before he was down to his last chip. "You guys take credit?" he asked, licking his lips. He was staring at those three Kings, though we didn't know what they were just then. "Don't joke around," I said. "This is serious business." Doug gave a honking bark and I glanced at him. He pretended to be choking on the swig of water he'd taken like thirty seconds ago—his hand was covering his smile. We had never had a game that anybody would have characterized as "serious business." Well, maybe except this one, the business of which was to separate Jeff from both his money and all that macho he'd been piling on us. Jeff didn't notice. He was sweating and his eyes were still glued to his cards. "I need some credit," he said. "I've had a run of bad luck. You can't shut me out now." What he'd had was a run of bad skill, but I didn't say anything. Clint spoke, sounding like he was bored. "You're only down a couple hundred. What's the big deal?" "The big deal is I can get that back with this hand!" he growled. "Yeah ... right," said Clint. "But you got nothing left to wager. It's the breaks of the game." "Come ON, man!" moaned Jeff. He looked at the garish gold watch on his wrist. "How 'bout my Rolex?" he asked, looking around. "It's worth at least fifteen hundred." We all knew it was a knockoff and that he'd probably paid fifty bucks for it in some back alley somewhere. "I already have a watch," I said. "Bet or fold." I don't think anybody expected what came next. If he'd tried to bet his car or something like that, we might not have been so surprised. But he bet something worth a whole lot more. "I'll bet a night with Ellen," he said. It wasn't too surprising that the first person to speak was the intended bet. "WHAT?!" It was easy to understand why she was upset. "Take it easy," he said smoothly, turning around to look at her. "Look at my cards." "You can't do that!" she yelped. "You can't just bet ME!" "LOOK AT MY CARDS!" he yelled. The rest of us all lost our poker faces for a minute or two. I felt like giggling, but choked it back. Nothing like this had ever happened. Not in one of our games. By the time we got ourselves under control the argument was already mostly over. Why she liked this guy so much was impossible to figure out, but she must have. Ellen looked around at all of the regulars. Then she looked at the pile of chips in the middle of the table. "How much is there?" she asked. Tom reached out and flicked chips this way and that. "About a grand," he pronounced. I think that surprised all of us. The pots at our game never got that high. If we had a fifty dollar pot, it was big doings. She walked around the table, acting like she was just thinking about things. The rest of us pressed our cards to our chests. We knew what she was trying to do. She looked miffed when she got back behind Jeff. She looked at his cards again, over his shoulder. "If you win you're taking me to the Alan Jackson concert, and I mean VIP all the way. "Right," he said, relaxing a little. "Back stage passes and everything!" she insisted. "All right!" he yelled. "Whatever you want." "OK," she said. ------- "I can't believe you took the bet!" she moaned. "Why wouldn't I?" I asked. "I mean all of you!" she snapped. "I thought you guys liked me!" "Hence our willingness to take the bet," I said reasonably. "But you guys don't think about me like that!" she moaned. "We don't?" I grinned. "What planet do you come from?" "But Tom ... and Doug. I've known them forever. They never made a move on me," she complained. "You always had a boyfriend," I said. "Usually a much better one than Jeffy boy," I added. "Why couldn't Doug have won?" she whined. "You got a thing for Doug?" I grinned and she slapped at me. She missed. "At least he's cute!" she snarled. "At least Doug treats me like a lady." "Are you saying I don't?" I tried to pout. "I'm injured." "You're an asshole!" she said. "I can't believe you'd even THINK about doing this!" "It wasn't my idea," I said. "Your boyfriend is the one who made the bet." "My EX boyfriend!" Her voice sounded ugly. "I approve," I said. "I heartily approve." She stared at me, a calculating look on her face. "So ... you're going to let me out of this ... right?" "Not a chance," I said firmly. "I won. I get you for the night." "You are SUCH an asshole!" she yelled. "Why can't I have Doug?" "Because Doug didn't win," I said calmly. ------- I saw why Clint had stayed in when he laid down two pair; Fives and Jacks. Doug and Tom folded. I never got to see their hands, but I mean to ask about them. I suspect they folded just because they DO like Ellen, and didn't want to chance ending up where I currently was ... in a bedroom with a thoroughly unhappy woman. Jeff slammed down his three Kings. He was very tense. I let out with a fairly theatrical: "Shit." I saw Ellen relax. I laid the three Tens down, one at a time, and there came on Jeff's face a look of exultation. He reached for the pot with both arms. I could almost hear him saying, "Come to papa," to all those chips. "Don't you want to see what I have?" I asked. "I see three fucking Tens!" crowed Jeff. I laid down the two Sevens together and Jeff froze. I'll never forget how that look of exultation drained away and his face got pale, only to turn so red I thought he'd have a stroke or something. "FUCK!" he screamed. "Yeah," I said softly. "That's what you bet ... now wasn't it." ------- "You can't fuck me," she said firmly. "I won you for the night," I replied. "OK, so you won me for the night," she said, not missing a beat. "That doesn't mean you can fuck me." "That was the bet," I said. "Everybody knew what he meant, including you." "Bobbeeeeeee," she wailed. "You can't be serious about thinking I'd actually DO this!" "I always thought you were a woman of your word," I said sadly. "I AM!" she shouted. "But you can't ask me to keep my word about THIS!" "Yes I can," I said. She stared at me. She was panting and it made her breasts rise and fall in a most delightful way. I envisioned them naked, underneath me, rising and falling like that ... except with passion, instead of panic and anger. I wanted to ring her bell. I wanted her to want to stay in that bed with me when the morning came. She looked shocked. Then a look of both surprise and understanding came over her face. "You've thought about this before!" she accused. I didn't bat an eye. "I have," I admitted. "You motherfucker!" she moaned. "You're not a mother yet, Ellen," I said softly. She blinked about four or five times and her breathing slowed. "I'm not on anything," she said. "You can't fuck me. I'm fertile." "What about Jeffy?" I asked, almost maliciously. "I make him wear a condom," she said. "Not that it's any of your business." "You're right," I said cheerfully. "It's none of my business. I don't have a condom, though." "Then you can't fuck me," she said firmly. "Yes I can," I said. "I won the bet ... the bet YOU approved." "But I could get pregnant!" she yelped. I gave her a few seconds of silence. "Tell you what," I said. "Seeing as how I'm a good guy, I'll pull out when I cum. You can take it in your mouth. How's that?" I thought she might come unglued. "That's DISGUSTING!" she shouted. "I can't believe you even SAID that!" I was tired of playing around. I stood up from where I'd been sitting on the edge of my bed. "Up to you," I said, unbuttoning my shirt. "That's my final offer. I won. Pay up." ------- Jeff had blustered, and tried to renege on the bet. At least he was that much of a man. I probably should have taken his stupid knock off watch, and maybe his car too, to teach him a lesson. But the fact was that Ellen was standing there and she looked delicious. She always looked delicious with that short blond hair that fell just past the bottom of her ears. She had high cheekbones and naturally arching eyebrows. She didn't use much makeup, because she didn't need it. I always thought of the term "pixie-ish" when I looked at her. I'd looked at her breasts lots of times and those firm, full swells had tantalized me for a long time. She had a beautiful ass too, which she routinely packed into tight jeans, like she was wearing that night. She just looked ... healthy. She was bright, and cheerful, and happy, and she made a man think about a woman's natural role in the circle of life. I'd been stiff more than a few times after watching her. Of course she didn't know that. I'd never told her that. The relationship she had with the rest of us regulars was that of a buddy, and always had been for whatever reason. I thought it was probably because she always had a boyfriend. That and the fact that the regulars were all gentlemen at heart. And three of them were married and didn't stray. That didn't mean you couldn't appreciate the qualities of your "buddy" though, and I knew they all did. Anyway, when Jeff found out we were going to hold him to the bet, he stormed out. Just like that. He left her there. He didn't even threaten to fight. I hadn't actually intended on claiming the spoils ... until then. I knew she deserved better and I thought I was the one to show her how good it could be. Yeah, I know. I was probably being macho and stupid, but I'm a man, after all, and she was a woman I'd lusted after for a long time. She was standing there, looking kind of bewildered. Doug laughed and Tom joined him. Clint said "You're a lucky man, Bob," and then almost fell on the floor laughing. They all stumbled toward the front door, still guffawing. "Hey!" said Ellen. "Where are YOU guys going?!" "Bobby won the bet," called Tom, still laughing. "We don't EVEN want to be here when he tries to collect." The other two almost couldn't get out the door, falling against the walls and each other, they were laughing so hard. They knew about how mad she could get sometimes. It really didn't happen all that often, but they all had experience with what she was like when she got ticked off. I think the fact she was so weirded out by the situation was why I got her to my bedroom before she started coming unglued. ------- "I'm not going to do it," she said, her voice calm. "Like I said, suit yourself," I drawled. "But people will know you reneged on a bet. They'll know you don't keep your word." "You wouldn't DARE tell anybody!" she yipped. "Why not?" I asked. "You could have told that bastard to get out when he came up with the whole idea." I stared at her. "Somebody would have taken you home." I let that sink in. "But you didn't. You said OK." "HE HAD THREE KINGS!" she squealed. "And I had a full house," I said again. I dropped my shirt on the floor. I undid my pants and pushed them down. My jockeys were full of something that was paying homage to her. When I stood back up, it was obvious. I was almost proud of the bulge there. She stared. "You're hard." Her voice sounded funny ... kind of weak. "I told you I've thought about this before," I said. "You ... want me," she said weakly. "Ohhhh yeah," I sighed. All she had to do was walk out. I couldn't have stopped her. Well, I wouldn't have stopped her. I mean I'm not a rapist. The thought of taking a woman by force doesn't do anything for me at all. But I wasn't going to invite her to leave. I pushed my shorts down and stepped out of them. When I stood up, her eyes went right to my prick. "See what you do to me?" I asked softly. "Wow," she whispered. "You're big." "Not so much," I said modestly. "I'm pretty normal." "You LOOK big," she said, licking her lips. "That's just because you never saw it before," I suggested. "Of course I never saw it before," she said weakly. "It was always there and it's been this way because of you lots of times." "It has?" She sounded faint. "Lots of times," I said again. "That's just weird, Bobby," she sighed. Her face was pinker than normal. She tore her eyes away from my prod, and jammed her hands in her jeans pockets. She turned and I thought she was going for the door. I felt a little sad, but she only walked a couple of steps and then turned and came back. I realized she was pacing ... thinking. She stopped and her face turned toward me. "You really shouldn't fuck me," she said. "It could mess up everything between us." "I know," I said. "But I can't help how I feel." She paced some more. I heard her mumble something about not believing she got herself into this situation. I almost grinned, but managed not to. I didn't want her to see anything like a grin on my face just then. She stopped again. "How about if I just got naked and jerked you off?" She was negotiating! I felt a surge of elation. At least she wasn't just going to leave. "I get to touch you," I said. "Where?" she asked, looking worried. "Anywhere I want to," I said. I had the high ground here. I had won the bet. "But you won't fuck me?" She didn't sound sure of that. "Are you staying all night?" I asked. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked. "If you agree to stay all night, I'll let you decide if I fuck you or not," I said. She bit her lower lip between pearly white teeth. "OK," she said. I'd expected her to sound more relieved than she did. But, then again, she'd said "OK" once before that night, and it hadn't turned out all that well. At least in her opinion. ------- I did some staring of my own as she took her clothes off. She was gorgeous and I now knew that Jeff was a complete idiot for even thinking about letting some other man have her, three Kings or not. I couldn't think of anything that was worth betting her on. Her nipples surprised me. They were blood red. I had expected pink, or maybe tan, but not something that looked like they had lipstick on them. Her breasts were bigger than I expected too, and heavier. She was only twenty-one, but her breasts were already sagging enough that she'd fail the pencil test. The areolas were red too, and the way her breasts spread made them look like two eyes, looking off in slightly different directions. Another thing I wasn't prepared for was that she was shaved down there. I hadn't known that. Of course ... why would I? She'd never been naked with me before. Her pussy lips were fat and dark too. Of course her whole upper chest was bright red when she finally dropped her last piece of clothing on the floor. She was blushing from her chest all the way up, so maybe that had something to do with the coloring on the tips of her breasts. "Wow," I said. "I can't believe I'm standing here in front of you like this," she said, her voice shaky. "I can," I sighed. "Wow. You have no idea how long I've wanted to see you like this." "I thought I was supposed to do that," she said. I didn't understand at first, and then realized my hand had gone to my cock and I was slowly uncovering my knob, then letting the foreskin slide back forward to hide it again. Only the fact that she'd promised to stay all night made it possible for me to enjoy what happened, because it happened way too fast. I got on the bed and lay on my back. She stood there for maybe fifteen seconds, staring at my prick, and then, almost gingerly, climbed on the bed with me. She sat next to me, about hip level, and folded her lower legs back under her, kind of leaning sideways, with one hand between my legs supporting her on the bed. Her other hand came tentatively to my prick. At first her grip was tenuous. The skin of her fingers was touching it, but there was no pressure. Then there was just enough pressure to slide my foreskin back. Suddenly ... and I mean suddenly, she was jacking me off like crazy. It was like somebody had dropped a coin in a slot and the machinery inside her had suddenly jumped to life. I didn't know where to look. The tip of her tongue was clamped between her lips and she looked ... interested ... in what she was doing. But those breasts shimmied and shook while her arm pumped, and I wanted to look at them too. And, of course, I wanted to see her hand on my penis, because it was hard to believe it was actually happening. I didn't count, but I imagine it was no more than fifteen strokes before a long rope of white spunk shot up into the air, to splat on my abdomen. It was followed by three more as she kept jacking my cock. I'd been naked with her for maybe two whole minutes when I came. It was embarrassing. In fact, it was SO embarrassing that I sat up and rolled to my knees to distract her. She had to move the hand supporting her and she kind of fell onto her elbow, with her head at the foot of the bed. I grabbed her knee closest to me and pulled on it. "What?" she yelped, at my sudden flurry of activity. That was followed by an "Ow!" as my hand squeezed hard above her knee and I pulled until her legs spread and she flopped onto her back. "Bobby!" she complained, as I got between her legs and lifted her butt to move it away from the edge of the bed. "What are you..." Her question morphed into a kind of moaning whine as I buried my face in her bald pussy. The first thing I noticed was her taste. No, the first thing I noticed was that she was already slippery. Maybe the first thing I noticed was that she must have just shaved that pussy recently, because there was no hint of stubble anywhere. She was smooth as a baby's butt. Um ... wait. The first thing I noticed was that her heels dragged up and pressed into the bed as her pussy lurched up at my face. OK, I don't remember the first thing I noticed. It all came at me kind of quick. I DO remember lifting my face from her sopping, slippery pussy, a little later though, and looking at those fat, engorged pussy lips. It almost looked like she'd been fucked and somebody had cum in her. There was a sticky white strand of something that bridged her open pussy mouth and her clit was exposed, standing tall. I'd been sucking on that clit and her hips kept making little fuck motions, even though I'd stopped to breathe. I saw the covers gripped in her white-knuckled fists, on each side of her hips. "Don't stop," she complained. She'd already had two orgasms. Either that or she had a seizure disorder that I didn't know anything about. She was being greedy now. But I was feeling pretty good by then too, other than being out of breath from having those strong legs wrapped around my head, crushing my face to her pussy. So I sucked her through another one, and this time, when she was right there, I bit her clit. "OWWWWW," she whined, as her hips went rigid in the pushed up position. I managed to slip my hands under her butt. "Don't..." I expected her to tell me to stop biting her as she strained. Then she let out this ragged scream that sounded like someone was beating her half to death. Somewhere in there was a sound vaguely like, "Staaahhhhhhhp," and her hips lurched back down. I lost my grip on her clit with my teeth, which was good, because she would have ripped it off if I hadn't and that WOULDN'T have been good. She squirted my face again and I mushed my lips back and forth all over her pussy lips as I sucked it up. It must have been a good one, because she finally went limp. I kissed ... OK I slid ... my way up over her mons and belly, to find two heaving breasts, with spiked red nipples, so I stopped at them for a while. I had to push hard to keep a nipple in my mouth, but the sounds she made were of approval and I sucked for what seemed like ten minutes, changing nipples every so often. I was getting tired of holding myself up, so I kissed up to her neck. A hand kept me from moving upwards and suddenly a wad of cloth was shoved in my face. It turned out to be one of the pillows. "You can't kiss me with my stuff on your face," she panted. "That's nasty!" I let her try to smother me for a few seconds and then batted the pillow away. She tried to turn her head, and in the process of grasping her face with both hands I kind of fell on her. There was this whoosh of expelled air as she grunted and I glued my lips to hers. By the time I got my hands back on the bed to take my weight off of her, my tongue was in her mouth and she was kissing me back. That lasted for what seemed like another ten minutes, and by then I was so out of breath that I had to stop. I hated flopping down beside her, because that meant it was over, or at least that she could get up and leave, if she wanted to, because I wasn't holding her down anymore. She didn't move though. She just lay there gasping. I felt unaccountably glad, or proud, or something. Once again, she wasn't leaving. I know she'd promised to stay, but I would have understood completely if she'd fled. It had been intense. Her hand fumbled for mine. I cannot describe how elated I felt as her fingers intertwined with mine and squeezed. ------- Chapter 2 We lay there recuperating. She was the first to say anything. "I never tasted myself before." "Sorry," I sighed. "It wasn't at all like I thought it would be," she said. I turned my head toward her. "Really?" There was a lot of hope in my voice. She rolled toward me and lay one arm across my chest. "I can't believe we did that," she said. I didn't say anything. "I can't believe it was like that," she added. "Hasn't it ever been like that before?" I asked. She actually snorted. She didn't blow snot, which was good, but she would have if there had been any in there. "No WAY," she said. I don't think I've ever been that proud of anything I did. "So you'll stay?" I have no idea why I gave her the out, but I did. She looked at me a long time. Her eyes were serious. "I said I would." Her voice was soft, but firm. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that," I sighed. Her hand slid down to my penis. It went right through the spunk still coating my abdomen, which by then was cool, but she didn't recoil. She gripped my still flaccid cock. "I think I have some idea," she said. She leaned closer to me. "I want to kiss you again." ------- "Deeper!" she gasped. I jammed my finger as far into her as I could. I'd been fingerfucking her pussy for a while now, while I kissed her. My fingertip ran into something round and rubbery and I explored it by massaging in a circle. "Yes!" she croaked. "Right there!" I knew enough about female anatomy to guess that I was pressing against her cervix. I'd always thought that the clit was the sexual pleasure center on a woman. It turned out there are lots more "centers" for some women. I learned a lot with Ellen that night. Her hips started bucking again as I continued to prod and caress that rubbery bump. I found a center that I could just barely get the tip of my finger in and pressed harder. Her legs flopped open and she started to wail. When I leaned over and sucked a nipple, she flopped like a fish out of water. Her legs slammed together and I knew, instinctively, to stop. I left my finger in her and lightened up on trying to get milk out of her breast. Another fifteen seconds went by and she reached for my hand. "Slowly," she panted, pulling. It felt like my finger was glued to the walls of her pussy at first. Once that bond broke, my finger slipped out of her. She sighed and relaxed, and it sounded like it was from the easing of some pain. "Did I hurt you?" I asked. "No," she panted. "It's just really sensitive ... after." "I don't want to hurt you," I said. Her head rolled towards mine. Her green eyes were smiling. Her fingers were still holding my hand, which she had helped me remove from her crotch. She pulled it up and examined my fingers. The middle one had a slightly milky coating on it. It was the one that I had used on her cervix. It was awkward, until I realized what she was trying to do, but when I helped by folding the other fingers down, she got that finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. "I can't believe I like my own taste," she whispered, licking her lips. "I can," I said. "I love your taste." She sucked the finger again, then sat up, convulsively. She stared at my crotch, where I knew my little buddy was standing at the position of slightly drunken attention, poking out of the little forest of brown hair down there. She rolled to her hands and knees, her face right above my cock. "Will I like your taste too?" she asked. "I don't know," I answered honestly. "I've never done this before," she said, reaching for my cock. "Really?" Her head swiveled and those green eyes pinned me. She didn't have to say a word. She was unhappy that I had doubted her. "You don't have to," I said, feeling the excitement I was about to let her deny me. She looked back at the thing in her hand, still not saying anything. She leaned down and kissed the tip. Then she skinned the foreskin back and kissed the uncovered knob. She gave it a tentative lick with just the tip of her tongue and tasted. I don't know if she liked the taste, or if maybe there WAS no taste, but she lowered her head and I felt heat surround the glans. I must have sounded like I was dying, because she pulled off and looked up at me. I lifted my head as cool air returned to surround what had been warm before. Maybe there was a look of pleading on my face. I don't know. All I know is that she looked back at it and took it in her mouth again. She may never have sucked a cock before, but she'd eaten a popsicle, or something similar. And that was just fine. I never felt anything so good as what she did. I'd only gotten two girls to do this in the past, so it was still something relatively new to me too. And as much as I was enjoying it, she seemed to be having a pretty good time too. Ten minutes later, after making it rock hard again, trying to get the whole thing in her mouth and choking on it, she pulled off. "How come it isn't squirting?" she asked. This I knew the answer to. "It feels really good," I panted. "REALLY good ... but you have to rub it to make me cum." "Oh," she said. "Why didn't you say so?" "Because I was having too good a time," I moaned. "I didn't want it to stop." "Well aren't you sweet," she purred. Then she went back to sucking it ... and added a hand to the mix, stroking. The other two girls had sucked a little bit and then just jacked me off. I think I expected her to just do the same thing. I'd heard of girls swallowing, but since I wouldn't want to swallow it, I didn't really expect anybody else to want to either, especially not her. Which was why, when I felt it coming, and started gasping and crying like a baby, and she DIDN'T take her sucking cheeks off the knob, I blew like a geyser. I felt like my whole insides were coming through that tube in my prick. I felt her put her whole weight on her right hand, which was on my abdomen. I know she was just trying to keep me from flopping around like she had, earlier, but it also felt like she was trying to push everything out of me ... through that tube in my prick. My nuts felt like squashed ping pong balls when it was over. They ached from trying to provide more to her sucking mouth. She sat up and tilted her head. Her cheeks were all puffed out. She looked up and opened her mouth, to take in a ragged breath, and then closed it again. Her head turned to me and her eyes were wide. I saw her cheeks move. She was tasting. It was obvious. The only thing that wasn't obvious was whether she'd puke all over me or not. She sat on her calves, almost like she was deflating a little bit and then, loud in the sudden stillness ... she swallowed. It was one big gulping swallow and her mouth came open as she expelled her breath and took in another. Her lips smacked and her tongue came out, briefly, to lick her upper lip. She closed her mouth and swallowed again. Her lips came open and I could see the ends of her upper teeth as the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. "Not bad," she said. She looked at me. "Not as good as I taste ... but not bad. I wouldn't mind doing it again." ------- We fell asleep lying in each other's arms, talking. She drifted off first, which made me feel good, because it meant she was obviously comfortable. I wanted to stay awake, to relish the feel of her in my arms. It had gone so amazingly better than I could have hoped it would that I was a little stunned. She was my buddy too, just like she was the buddy of the others. The term "fuck buddy" came to mind. I'd never been in that kind of relationship before. It was hard to imagine, the way they wrote about it in stories. Hard to imagine with Ellen, anyway. On the other hand, the idea of us doing this, maybe semi-frequently, was VERY attractive. The clock read three when I had to get up and drain out some of the beer and soda I'd drunk while playing poker. I went to the bathroom in the dark, sitting down. I never turned a light on. That's because I tried to stay in a doze when this happened, so I could go back to sleep easily when I got back to bed. This time, though, there was a soft, warm body in bed when I got back. She moved as I crawled in with her. "Gotta pee," she mumbled. She'd drunk a beer and some soda too. I reached for the reading light, and she squinted and covered her eyes as she stumbled over our clothes still lying on the floor and went in the bathroom. She turned on the light as she closed the door. She was in there a long time, it seemed, but I was awake now. Watching her bouncing white bottom walk away from me had gotten me going again. I was stiff when she finally came out. She wasn't squinting any more. She came and stood by the bed, staring down at me. "Again?" Her voice held a mixture of surprise and ... something else ... something I couldn't quite identify. "It's OK," I said. "You more than paid the bet as far as I'm concerned." She folded her arms under her breasts. She looked fabulous. Her hair was short enough that even when it was tangled, it looked good ... kind of windblown looking. "You said all night." She also frowned. "You also threatened to tell people I didn't pay up." "You know I wouldn't have done that," I said. Her arms dropped and she smiled. Her smile was brilliant. "I know," she said, almost happily. "That's why I want to go again too." She lifted one foot and put it on the bed, displaying her pussy lips. "I washed for you, after I ... well ... you know." If I hadn't been rock hard already, that would have done it for me. "Get up," she ordered. "Me first, then you." I got up and dashed to the bathroom. I hadn't washed. When I got back, she was splayed on the bed, her heels drawn up and her knees wide open. She was playing with herself, rubbing her clit. She was also making little moaning noises. My motto is if it ain't broke, don't fix it. I basically gave her a repeat of my first performance, sucking her clit and licking all over her pussy lips. Knowing how she liked that pressure way up inside her, I tried adding a finger, but I couldn't get it in her enough to reach her cervix. She obviously liked what I was doing though. She told me so. "Oh yeah, Bobby ... mmmmmm ... yeah ... oh fuck that feels good!" She bucked and panted while I tried to bite her clitty again. "Fuck I wish I'd known you were this good back in high school," she whined, as she had an orgasm. Talk about building a guy up. I felt like I was on top of the world. I didn't even care if I had to jack myself off after hearing that. I mean the inference was clear. If she'd known, we would have done this a long time ago. She made me feel good! I wanted some more of those kisses when she went limp this time, and I worked my way up her body again, stopping at her breasts, of course. Her hands came to play with my hair as she made more of those noises I was loving so much. She pulled at my hair gently, and I went up her throat and over her jaw, to find her lips waiting for me. She sucked her juices off my lips and licked my cheeks. "You're scratchy. You need a shave," she said between licks. "Sorry," I said into her mouth. I shifted my knees, so I could get to her mouth a little better and, like magic, I felt the head of my prick enveloped by heat. We both froze, our lips together. The urge to push forward was so overpowering that I felt my whole body shake with the effort it took not to. I knew I should get it out of her. This wasn't part of the bargain. But just like I couldn't let myself push in ... I couldn't pull out either. Her hands had tightened on my hair, and they relaxed now. I pulled my face back. Her green eyes were looking at me. You know how, in some of those old movies, one of the characters rolls his eyes really fast, when he's scared or something? Mine were probably doing that. "Uhhhhh," I groaned. I was unable to say real words. We just stared at each other. Her hands dropped to my shoulders, just resting there lightly. My hips went sideways as I made a supreme effort to jerk it out of her. It should have been easy. Only the head was in her. But instead of taking it out, my hips let another inch go in. "Uhhhhhnng," I panted. "It's in me, Bobby," she whispered. "Sllllungh," I gasped. It was supposed to be, "Sorry." I felt something squeeze the tip of my cock. It was exquisite. I'd never held just the tip of my prick inside a girl before. To be honest, it had always been pretty much wham, bam, thank you ma'am before. I wasn't proud of it, but I at least admitted it. "You want to fuck me," she said, her voice very breathy. Her hands slid from my shoulders to my back. Then she pulled them away and put them under my arms. I knew she was going to "help me" ... to push me out. I was perfectly willing to do that. I just couldn't do it by myself. That was all. She slid her hands down my sides to my hips. I felt the nail of each thumb press into the sensitive skin on the front of my hips. I gathered every ounce of strength in my body, knowing I needed to jerk it out quickly. Then I felt the nails on the rest of her fingers dig into my butt. She pulled. She didn't jerk hard or anything. She just pulled instead of pushing. It was agony, because my muscles knew they weren't supposed to go that way. The result was that she got another inch ... and then a little more ... and then another inch, until my resolve was assaulted by the fact that she wanted me IN her ... not out. My muscles relaxed all at once, and I sagged, at least in the middle. Just like that, I was buried in her hot, clasping pussy. The tip of my prick poked what my finger hadn't been able to reach earlier. "Oh fuck yes," she groaned. Her hips wiggled. Her breasts started heaving, just like I had imagined they might. Her fingernails were still almost puncturing the flesh of my butt. I couldn't pull back, like I was used to. But I had to move. My mind was like the center of a nuclear burst, all yellow and white and hot. So I just lunged upward and then fell back. I wasn't actually moving in her more than half an inch, but the base of my cock rubbed over her clit and the tip of my cock pressed hard into that rubbery knot, deep inside her. "OhfuckBobbyIloveyou!" she squealed in my ear, running the words together. If I had felt good before, I was insane with joy now. My prick was fully in her and I was fucking her, and she said she loved me. I think I might have gone just a little bit nuts, then. I know her fingernails never left my butt, because I had eight little scabs on my backside the next day, but I didn't feel the pain. I lunged and rubbed and went sideways, doing anything I could to get her pussy walls to rub against my prick. Later on I would learn that I didn't have to do that. Her pussy would have milked sap out of a wooden dildo. But, I was also later to learn, my movement buffeted her cervix, and that was what made her happier than anything else. When she had an orgasm from her cervix being abused, that was her favorite kind of orgasm, and when she felt that, she wanted it to last as long as possible. That's why, when my brain screamed that I was about to inseminate a woman who had plainly told me she was fertile, that all that effort I had aimed toward pulling out of her came back in a rush. I could have done it. I know I could have. I was elated ... so happy that I knew pulling out of her would make her happy, and that would make ME happy. The only problem was that when she had a cervical orgasm her legs came into play. And her legs were crossed over my butt about the time that I went to pull out. I got half way out and then her legs slammed me right back in as my prick fired off one of those thick ropes of cum that would have gone three feet in the air if I was lying on my back. It couldn't go three feet any which way, though, because the tip of my prick was pushed squarely into the puckered mouth of her cervix. I felt the second spurt lance out of me right about the time she screamed. It was a primal sounding kind of scream that emptied her lungs and almost deafened me. She dragged in a rasping breath as I fired my third shot into her womb, and I winced, mentally, knowing I might be deaf in that ear for a while. But this time, all that air came out in a litany of only two words spoken over and over again. They were: "Oh Bobby!" She said it eight or ten times before she was out of breath and, as she dragged in another long breath, her hips wiggled like they were trying to create the kind of friction between her pussy and the base of my prick that might weld them together for life. Then there was another long string of "Oh Bobby!" all connected without punctuation, as my balls pushed the last two available spurts through my prick. She changed it up on me as her hands found my hair again. She panted, "Oh Bobby," and kissed me and then said "Oh baby." That went on long enough that my prick shriveled. It couldn't come out of her, because her legs were still holding me tightly in her. I didn't count. I was interested in those kisses, because they were filled with passion. I'm estimating I got fifteen or twenty of each, though, like there was a record playing in her mind and it was skipping. Then, before the last one of those kisses, she pushed my face away enough to make eye contact with me. "I love you," she whispered. We were both a wreck. She didn't want to let go of me, but eventually the muscles in her legs gave out. Then she tried to keep me on top of her with her arms. "I'm crushing you," I panted. "I don't care," she panted back. "I'm not leaving," I said. She consented to roll sideways, her arms still around me, and we lay that way. We were both sweaty, but it didn't matter. There had been other body fluids involved. Sweat just didn't seem like that big a deal right then. Her hair had fallen forward to cover her face as it lay on my shoulder. Neither of us said anything for a long time, as our breath got a little slower, and a little slower, until we were breathing normally again. "We can't do that again," she said softly, from under her hair. I didn't say anything. I didn't agree with that at all. "I mean it," she said. "I've never let a man cum in me before ... not without a condom." "I can get condoms," I tried. "It wouldn't matter," she said. "I never felt anything that good in my life. I wouldn't let you use them." "You can't just start having unprotected sex because you like how it feels," I said. "Especially if you're not going to do it with me." "Bastard," she moaned. "You've ruined me." "Oh I have not!" I scoffed. "Besides, you wouldn't let me out." "I knooooow," she moaned. "I knew what was happening. I just couldn't stop!" "I know that feeling," I sighed. "We can't do this again, Bobby," she insisted. "OK." I sighed that time too. ------- I awoke to the feeling of having my prick sucked. That was another new thing for me. I thought I was dreaming at first, but when I rubbed my eyes the feeling didn't go away. I lifted my head. I could tell by the light coming in the window that it was still early ... maybe six or six-thirty. "What are you doing?" I asked. "One more time," she said, after she pulled off with a sucking slurp. "No," I said. "You were right. It's too dangerous." "Don't fuck with me, Bobby!" she said. I could tell she meant it too, and I couldn't even point out that, grammatically speaking, she actually wanted me to do exactly the opposite of what she'd just said. I wondered what had happened to all that resolve she'd had. My prick didn't know the difference, of course, and didn't understand grammar anyway. It reacted exactly as she wanted it to. When it was standing tall, she stood up on her knees. "I want to be on top," she said. "That's the only way I could get that feeling with the others." She straddled me. "Some of the others," she amended. She sank down on me and started rocking. She had a bone crushing orgasm within a minute. I wasn't anywhere near ready to cum. I was having too good a time watching her and playing with her breasts. Then she went for another one. And another one after that one. By then I was ready. "Get off," I gasped. "Just one more," she groaned, her hips flashing back and forth. "I'm gonna cum!" I croaked. "Don't!" she panted. "I'm almost there!" "Ellen!" I choked. There wasn't anything I could do. If she'd been a hair ahead of where she was, I might have been able to hold it. She stopped, in fact, and leaned forward to hold herself up with her hands on my chest, about half a second before I sent a rocket of jism into her pussy. Her head was hanging down and her hair had fallen forward so I couldn't see her face again. She felt that jet of semen, though, and her head came up enough that her face pushed her hair aside. Her green eyes bored into mine and she grimaced. Then I found out about those pussy muscles. She didn't move a single muscle that I could actually see. Her face froze in that odd grimace—halfway snarl and halfway grin. But her inside muscles went crazy, squeezing and milking and almost sucking. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" I groaned as my balls bunched and another jet of spunk shot out. "Oh Bobby," she sighed, her face melting back to normal. She sat there until I was drained. We were both panting again. "I really wish I didn't love that feeling so much," she said, almost conversationally, between breaths. She looked over at the clock on the nightstand. "I have to get to work!" she said. She halfway stood up, dripping my cum all over my shrunken prick and pubic hair. "Sorry!" she said, pushing one of her hands between her legs to stop the flow. "You cum a lot." Again, it was like we'd done this a hundred times and it was no big deal. We were just buddies, discussing some aspect of our personalities. I watched in disbelief as she found and pulled on her panties, without going to the bathroom to let me drain out of her. By the time she packed that ass into her jeans I wanted to be hard again. Everything shimmied as she did that. She picked up her bra and put it on almost magically. Her shirt followed and she looked around for the sandals she had been wearing the night before. "Out there," I croaked. "At least stay for a bowl of cereal." "Well hurry up then!" she yipped. "It's a good thing it's Friday. We dress down at work on Fridays. I can get away with the jeans." As I thought about how that would have been the perfect excuse for her to leave much, much earlier — to go home and get ready for work — I bounced out of bed. I grabbed the gym shorts I usually wore to bed off the dresser and pulled them on. She beat me to the kitchen and was filling two bowls with Honey Nut Cheerios when I came in. I got the milk out of the fridge. "We need to talk," I said. "No time," she shot back. "Eat. How's my hair?" "You're gorgeous," I said. "You're so sweet," she responded. "You can't just leave," I objected. "Not after last night." "I have to get to work," she said around a mouthful of Cheerios. There was milk dripping out of the corners of her mouth. I wanted to be hard again. She rubbed at the drips and slammed the bowl down on the table. It sloshed over, but I didn't care. "Gotta run!" she said. She stopped by on her way out for a quick kiss. It was a very quick kiss. "I love you," she said. I was sitting there, trying to figure out what was going on ... what had gone on ... trying to make some kind of sense out of it. My mouth was full of Cheerios, but the noise of the front doorbell sounding, at the same time as she opened the door, carried over the crunching. "Mom! Dad!" Ellen said. "What are you doing here?" I heard a deep female voice. Even if Ellen hadn't said what she'd said I'd have recognized that voice instantly. That voice had reminded me a number of times what a screw-up I was. With something like horror I knew instantly that the woman who owned that voice would know intuitively that I had screwed her daughter. "I came over for poker night last night," said Ellen. "I forgot something and had to come get it before I went to work." "Oh," said that voice that had brought such instant dread into my gut. "Where's Bobby?" "He's in the kitchen," said Ellen brightly. "I got him up. I think he has a hangover. He's being very grouchy right now. What are you guys doing here?" "He's supposed to do our taxes today. We wanted to get an early start." "So she could go spend our refund," said Ellen's father, whose voice I also knew well. Great. As soon as her mother realized I'd porked her precious daughter, her father would try to kill me. He stuck his head in the kitchen. "You OK, sport?" he asked jovially. "Did you get cleaned out last night?" If he only knew how cleaned out I was ... and who had cleaned me out. I heard the tinkling laughter of Ellen's voice. She stuck her head back in the kitchen long enough to wink at me. "Be nice to him, Daddy," she said. "He's going to take me to the Alan Jackson concert." Her mother came into the kitchen and spied the spilled milk on the table instantly. She picked up a dishrag and wiped it up. "You live like a pig," she said, conversationally. "And you know how I hate all that drinking and betting nonsense. When are you going to grow up?" "I am grown up!" I groused. "And this is MY house, so put a sock in it!" I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. It wasn't really a warning, but I could feel warning in it. "Don't talk to your mother like that," he said. "I bet I could still take you if it came right down to it." My sister laughed again. "I TOLD you he was grouchy. He stayed up too late and didn't get enough sleep. But don't worry. I'm going to come over here every poker night from now on, and make him go to bed at a decent hour." They weren't looking at her, but I was, and she blew me a silent kiss. She hugged our father from behind. "Besides, Daddy, he can't take you up on that bet. After last night, he's got nothing left to wager." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2008-05-19 Last Modified: 2008-05-19 / 05:58:35 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------