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A DRINKING GAME (MMMMMFFFFF pett, orgy)


Part Two

Icebreakers



Cindy didn't look thrilled at the idea, but she 
took the beer anyway.  I gulped, and leaned back, 
as Cindy had done.  Cindy raised the beer and the 
first stream of beer surged into my mouth.

"No, try it like this," Selene said.  I felt a 
leg against my hip, then a pleasant weight 
astride my pelvis, with her other leg against my 
other hip.  I could feel a warmth suffuse my 
crotch, and I struggled mightily to rein in the 
stirring in my loins.  I could see her face 
coming into view, then felt the beer in my mouth, 
burning down my throat.  I swallowed almost 
convulsively, trying desperately to breath 
through my nose.  Selene had shifted and put more 
direct weight on my groin, and I felt my penis 
engorge.  Selene stopped, leaning back.  It felt 
like she was grinding against me with each 
movement.  She stood up, and looked forward as I 
gasped for breath.  Selene caught my eyes and 
gave me a smug smirk.  There was no doubt she had 
felt my hard-on.

Cindy smiled at me bashfully and through a leg 
over my hip.  She felt different, light on my 
pelvis.  She was barely touching my erection.  
She blinked at me.  She leaned forward, bringing 
her pelvis into closer contact with mine.  Her 
smile broadened mischievously and she glanced 
down at our waists for a split second.  I saw the 
color rise in her already pink cheeks.

"Ready?" she asked.

I nodded and threw my head back.  I felt the beer 
splash into my mouth, and I began to swallow the 
bitter stuff as quickly as I could, remembering 
to breathe through my nose.  As fast as I 
swallowed, however, the brew seemed to be filling 
my mouth, and soon it spilled over and ran down 
my cheek.

"Oops," Cindy said, shifting her weight slightly 
and stopping the flow of alcohol.  Her pelvis 
ground against my erection.  She was radiating 
heat.  I swallowed the beer I had in my mouth and 
caught my breath.  Cindy sat over me as I did, 
this time making no effort to stay off my pelvis.  
The pressure on my penis was far from unpleasant.
After catching my breath, I leaned back.  Cindy 
shifted on me again, and it felt so good this 
time I almost groaned.  The beer poured into my 
mouth, and then I felt cold aluminum on my lip, 
and I struggled to swallow, breathe, swallow, 
breathe.  The beer no longer tasted bitter, but 
it did burn as it touched my throat.

The doorbell rang, and I heard someone walk over 
to get it.  I heard the familiar voices of Tom 
and Anna greeting Jessica.  Still the beer poured 
down my throat.  Cindy then did something most 
unexpected.  She deliberately ground herself down 
onto me.

I sprayed the contents of my mouth into the air, 
and beer spilled all over my face, chin and onto 
the floor.

"Oh," Cindy said, appalled.  Her hand was clapped 
to her face, and I could see the hint of fear in 
her eyes.  "I'm so sorry."

I was laughing and trying to catch my breath at 
the same time.  When Cindy saw this, she laughed 
too.  I wiped my face off as best I could with 
the back of my hand.

Tom and Anna were looking at us, and I could see 
from the surprised smirk on his face that he 
found our compromising position incredibly 
amusing.  Tom was dressed as he was when left 
this afternoon:  black polo-shirt with broad 
white stripe on his chest, old, torn blue jeans, 
and a pair of new running shoes.

Anna had put on a pair of baggy, gray sweat 
shorts, socks and running shoes, and maroon sweat 
shirt with A.S.U. written on the front.  She wore 
a lot less make-up than the last time I had seen 
her, but her lips were still vermilion red.   Her 
hair was tied back in a pony-tail.  I realized 
once more that Anna had great legs.

"Hey, guys," I said, feeling my already burning 
cheeks go up another few degrees.

Anna and Tom just grinned at us and waved.  
Selene was approaching them, pressing cold beers 
and wine coolers into appropriate hands.

"We were just watching Cindy and Justin," Jessica 
told them.  "Selene's trying to get them wasted."

"Am not!" said Selene, in mock seriousness.  
"Okay, maybe I am, but it's Friday night.  Let's 
fucking party!"

With that, a number of people hooted, and Tom and 
Anna made their way to the couch to drop off 
their stuff.  Selene walked back over to us and 
sat down, her beautiful, athletic legs flexing.
"Don't stop, you two," Selene told us.  "Finish 
that beer."

Cindy looked into my eyes and grinned at me.  She 
was obviously enjoying herself.  She pressed her 
body onto mine and breathed into my ear.  Her 
body felt wonderful.  "Is that because of me?" 
she asked.  She pressed her groin against mine, 
in case I didn't know what she was talking about.
"Yep," I grunted.

She leaned back, grinding into me some more, 
pushed her hair over her right ear, and gave me a 
huge grin.  "Ready?"

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth.  I 
felt the metal against my bottom lip, then the 
brief bitterness of the beer as it passed over my 
tongue.  I began swallowing, trying to breathe as 
quickly as I could between gulps.  I could hear 
conversation, could feel the pleasant weight of 
Cindy astride me.  There was laughter, giggles.
Suddenly, the beer was no longer pouring.  It was 
a trickle.  Then it stopped and the can was 
removed.

Gasping, I looked up.  Cindy was smiling at me 
triumphantly, and there was a smattering of 
clapping.  I saw Selene rise out of the corner of 
my eye, and she tossed me a hand towel.  
Grateful, I wiped my face and handed it back to 
her.

Cindy climbed off of me and I moved into a more 
comfortable position.  Cindy leaned up against 
me, legs bent demurely.  Someone had placed an 
enormous mat in the middle of the half-circle of 
people while Cindy had been feeding alcohol to 
me.   The mat was blue, and reminded me of the 
folding wrestling mats we had in high school.  
Jessica  spread a fitted sheet taunt over it, 
then placed a pair of large beach towels over 
that.  I wondered exactly what the mat was going 
to be used for.

She stood in the middle of the room, a broad 
smile on her face.  "Well, now that everyone is 
here," she began.  "And Cindy and Justin were 
kind enough to demonstrate how one quickly 
finishes a beverage."  There was a lot of 
chuckling, although Cindy and I looked at the 
ground, embarrassed.  "We can start the evening's 
festivities."

The overhead light went on, making the room even 
brighter.  "Okay, well, we're going to play an 
ice breaking game," Jessica announced.  Behind 
us, Selene was busily closing the front curtains.  
For the first time, I realized they were 
extremely heavy and thick, almost like black-out 
curtains.  "We're gonna play, `Naughty Devil', a 
game Selene taught us a few years back."

Jessica continued, "The rules are simple.  We all 
draw cards.  The highest card wins.  The lowest 
card of the opposite sex has to chug a drink, 
like Justin just did.  If they are a girl, we do 
it a little different."  She gestured at Jeff.  
"Come here, hun."

Jessica sat on the floor, leaned back, feet flat 
on the floor, with her knees up.  Jessica's skirt 
had slid down around her hips, and plenty of her 
long, brown thighs were visible.  She spread her 
legs, and Jeff got between them, his pelvis over 
hers, a half-empty yellow wine cooler in his 
hand.  Jessica threw her head back, opened her 
small, perfect lips, and Jeff began pouring.  Her 
throat and breasts moved as she swallowed and 
breathed, and Jeff seemed to have the pouring 
rate just right, because Jessica never wavered, 
and he never had to slow down the flow or stop.  
It didn't take Jessica long to finish the drink.  
Jeff moved off her, and Jessica stood up, pushing 
her skirt down over her legs again.

"In the event of a tie, it goes alphabetically.  
Clubs is the best, followed by Diamonds, Hearts 
and Spades.  That's basically it," she said, 
looking at them.  Then she remembered something. 
"There is a special rule, however," Jessica 
added.  "If you draw an ace, and aces are low, 
then you have to take a shot of the hardstuff.  
We've got vodka, gin, tequila, rum and whiskey 
over there," she pointed to the bar.  "Or 
alternatively, you can remove one article of 
clothing.  Pairs of things count as one.  At 
round twenty four, we may want to change the 
rules slightly, or we'll all end up vomiting or 
passed out.  But we'll vote on that when we get 
there."

Cindy and I looked at each other, eyes wide.  
What kind of party was this?

No one else seemed disturbed by the rules, and 
Cindy didn't seemed to be ready to leave.  And 
all these girls were beautiful.  I wouldn't mind 
seeing a few of them partially undressed.

Of course, there was the very real possibility 
that I could get undressed.  But I planned on 
taking shots when I drew an ace.

"There's a catch, however," she continued.  "If 
you are the low card and a guy wins (if you are a 
girl), or a girl wins (and you're a guy), you 
can't chug a beer and take a shot.  You've got to 
take off an item of clothing."

That changed things.  I looked at Cindy, who 
looked a little uncertain, but was still 
unwilling to leave.  Selene walked into the 
middle of the circle with a deck of cards and one 
of those automatic card shufflers.  "This really 
gets a great party going, guys.  Trust me," she 
told them.

I was still having my doubts, but I wasn't about 
to leave when my evening with Cindy looked so 
promising.  She shifted next to me, resting more 
of her weight on me.  The sensation was not 
unpleasant.

Jessica found a bare spot on the couch and put 
the card shuffler there, then dropped the deck of 
cards into it.  "Believe me, when we're all 
shitfaced, we'll need this," she told us.  She 
pulled the lever on the side, and the machine 
whirred and dropped the deck back out onto a side 
tray.  I noticed a white kitchen timer next to 
it.  That was odd.

"Okay," she said, looking over at Selene to make 
sure she had sat down.  "I think that Cindy 
should draw the first card, since she was such a 
good sport demonstrating with Justin."

Cindy drew the top card, I drew the next one.  
Then it went around the half-circle to Jessica, 
Jeff, Tom, Anna, Selene, Frank, Mark and Mandy.
I didn't look at my card until Mandy drew the 
last card.  Cindy had looked at hers immediately.  
She looked relieved.  I flipped mine over and saw 
a seven of diamonds.  Cindy's was a seven of 
spades.  I glanced around.  Every one else was 
placing their cards on the floor, face up.  I 
followed suit, and quickly discovered that 
Frank's King of Diamonds was the high card, and 
Selene's two of hearts was the big loser.
Selene grinned.  "At least it wasn't an ace," she 
said.

She sat down on the floor, like Jessica had, her 
muscular legs spread to allow Frank to settle his 
pelvis against hers.  He took an unopened wine 
cooler, a red one that I gathered was strawberry, 
and began to pour it down her throat.

Selene's throat worked, but she and Frank seemed 
to be old pros at it and in no time they were 
done with the bottle.  The cards were run through 
the card shuffler, and Cindy drew the first card.  
She glanced at it and immediately looked 
crestfallen.  I drew the second one and my heart 
sank.

I had drawn the ace of diamonds.

Cindy had tentatively set her card on the floor.  
Disgusted, I did the same.  I noticed Jessica's 
card already down.  She had drawn the king of 
clubs.  That was the highest card in this game.  
Cindy saw my card and raised her eyebrows.
When the last card was set down, Jessica looked 
over at me.  "You're the big looser, Justin."  
She smiled devilishly.

I scooted over to the middle of the floor and 
assumed the position.  Jessica glided over to me 
and asked me quietly.  "Shall I take off your 
shoes?"

I realized something had to come off, so I 
nodded.  Shoes weren't so bad.

Slowly, almost seductively, she untied my shoes, 
then struggled to get them off my feet.  Everyone 
was laughing.  "Loosen them up, first," I told 
her.

She was blushing, but did as she was told.  My 
shoes came off and were tossed heavily into 
Jessica's bedroom.  With ten people sitting 
around, even with the furniture pressed up 
against the walls, space was a little tight.  
Especially with that huge mat in the middle of 
the room.  I could see how footwear would start 
to clutter up the space.  Selene returned with an 
unopened Bud Light and handed it to Jessica.
I resettled into position.  To my horror, I 
realized I had an erection.  As this occurred to 
me, Jessica spread her skirt over my thighs and 
rested her pelvis against mine.  She felt 
different from Selene and Cindy, much warmer.  I 
tilted my head back and heard the can open.  I 
closed my eyes and opened my mouth.  Jessica 
shifted forward, grinding her hot pelvis against 
my erect cock.  It felt too good.  I exhaled a 
great bit of wind through my nose, and just then 
I felt the first splash of beer against the back 
of my throat.

I nearly gagged, but managed to swallow.  Jessica 
had noticed my difficulties and had leaned back a 
little bit, grinding some more.  Christ, was she 
trying to drive me mad?  I looked up at her for a 
second.  She gave me an innocent smile.  "Ready?" 
she asked.

I threw my head back, closed my eyes and opened 
my mouth.  This time I was ready for the beer to 
land on the back of my throat, but instead it 
splashed against my tongue.  It occurred to me 
that Jessica may have just missed.

This beer went down a lot easier than the first 
one, and gulped continuously for what seemed like 
an hour.  After seven gulps, Jessica shifted her 
weight from one knee to the other, grinding 
herself against me once more.  I was sure, this 
time, that she was doing it on purpose.  I 
managed to keep swallowing, but my pace was 
broken, and Jessica was forced to slow down as my 
mouth began to fill with bitter liquid.

I realized suddenly that I was counting gulps.  
At seventeen, Jessica shifted again, resting most 
of her weight on my erection.  This interrupted 
my gulping and resulted in a bit of beer spilling 
out of my mouth and running over my cheeks.  
Someone wiped at the spilled liquid with a towel.  
At twenty-two, the beer can was resting against 
my lip.  At twenty-seven, Jessica shifted back, 
moving something soft and warm against my 
testicles.  At thirty-three, the beer slowed to a 
trickle.  At thirty-nine, the can was lifted off 
my lips and I swallowed my fortieth, and last, 
time.  

Gasping for breath, I watched as Jessica rose off 
me.  I caught a glimpse of tan thigh as she 
stepped away.  I slowly scooted myself back into 
position in the circle.  Selene had already 
collected the cards and had started to shuffle 
them.

I gave Cindy a weak smile.  She gave me one that 
showed her own nervousness.  We were all going to 
end up really drunk, really fast.

We drew cards.  Cindy had a nine of clubs and I 
had a seven of spades.  Jeff drew an ace, while 
Frank won the draw with a king of hearts.  Anna 
was the girl loser, with six.  Cindy was the 
highest girl with a nine, so Jeff would take his 
shot from her, while Anna had to chug from Frank.
It turned out it was a simultaneous event.  Anna 
and Jeff laid next to each other.

Selene, who had already retreated to the bar, 
asked, "What do you want, Jeff?"

"Tequila," he said.

"What about you, Anna?"

"Bud Light."

Cindy awkwardly got astride Jeff, while Frank got 
into position over Anna.

Selene gave Frank and Cindy the drinks, and Frank 
immediately began pouring his drink down Anna's 
throat.  Hesitantly, Cindy poured the small shot 
glass of golden liquid into Jeff's mouth.

Jeff, of course, with a shot glass, finished 
first, and he kind of convulsed and made a face 
as he swallowed the last drop.  His hips jolted 
upwards, and Cindy's eyes opened wide with 
surprise.

Next to her, Anna was gulping greedily at the 
beer Jeff delivered to her.  Cindy and Jeff had 
returned to their places before Anna finished, 
but just barely.  Frank helped Anna up and they 
returned to their places on the floor.  I noticed 
Anna's shapely bottom had A.S.U. emblazoned on it 
in maroon. Jessica finished gathering the cards 
and ran them through the shuffler.

Tom won the next hand, and Mandy was the big 
loser.  I watched as she slipped into position, 
her gray eyes vivacious, watching her as he moved 
into position.  He used several extra movements 
to get into position, and I noticed Mandy's eyes 
flutter for a second.  Mark chuckled next to 
Cindy and I.

Mark seemed to have a very permissive attitude 
about Mandy, I realized, as Selene gave Tom a 
Corona to feed to Mandy.  Tom wasn't as good at 
this as some of the others were, and several 
times Selene came over with a hand towel to wipe 
spilled beer off of Mandy's face.  All three were 
quaking with laughter at Tom's shaky aim, and it 
took several minutes for them to calm down enough 
to try again.  Mandy finally finished her drink 
some five minutes later.  She hadn't yet mastered 
the technique of breathing between swallows, and 
Tom wasn't exactly good at stopping when he need 
to.  Poor Mandy gagged several times, spilling 
yet more beer that dribbled onto her softly 
tanned chest and leather shirt.

"Thanks," she gasped, giving Tom a squeeze with 
her thighs.

As they returned to their spots, the shuffler was 
already running.

Next draw resulted in a seven for Cindy and a 
King of Diamonds for me.  The low card was held 
by Anna, a five of diamonds.  Mine was the high 
card.  Anna got into position, Selene bringing 
Anna's choice of beverage, a Bud Light.  She 
spread her legs and I hesitantly got between 
them.  There wasn't as much warmth coming from 
her as there was from the other girls.  The 
position was very different from being on the 
bottom, and my erection sprang to life once more.  
Anna could feel it through her sweat shorts, 
because she wiggled her slips slightly and then 
raised an eyebrow.

The hip wiggling did not help things for me, and 
she gave me a small smirk.  If anyone caught on, 
they didn't show it.  Anna threw her head back 
and made a show of readjusting by lifting her 
butt off the ground.  In the process, she bumped 
my erection hard.  Were all these girls 
cockteases?

Anna in this position was very erotic, and as I 
leaned forward, I felt the shaft of my penis 
glide down, then my head pop down and jam into 
her.  She shuddered a little bit, although I 
doubt anyone but me could tell.  I raised the 
open beer over her mouth and slowly tipped it, 
splashing some on her nose before glancing off 
her lips and into her mouth.

Once I got the placement right, I poured it nice 
and slow, giving Anna plenty of time to breathe 
between swallows.  In no time at all, we were 
finished, I was standing up, and Jessica was 
handing Anna a towel.

Next round, Cindy won.  Two aces were drawn, one 
by Mark and one by Anna.  Anna was given her shot 
by Frank.  Mark's shoes were added to mine in 
Jessica's bedroom.  Then Cindy nervously 
straddled him and began feeding him a beer.  
Anna, who drank a shot of gin, was beat red by 
the time she returned to her spot next to Tom.  
Cindy returned to her spot next to me, equally as 
red.
She leaned into me.  "He was hard!" she 
whispered, as if she were shocked.

I was tempted to tell her I had been hard almost 
the entire evening since she had kissed me in the 
car, but I held back.  I was beginning to wonder 
how long anyone would be standing.  Surely no one 
could play this game for long before becoming 
unconscious.

Selene had drawn the high card this time, and Tom 
was the low male card.  Tom, who had been nursing 
a beer since his arrival, hadn't been on the 
bottom of this little drinking game yet.  As Tom 
got into position, Selene got astride him.  I 
could tell Tom was enjoying it.

Jessica came back with a cold beer and put it 
into Selene's hand.  Deftly, Selene fed it to 
him.  I noticed her thigh muscles flex several 
times during Tom's punishment.  I figured Selene 
was grinding into him, too.

The beer finished, Selene and Jessica gathered up 
the cards and ran them through the card machine.
I drew a queen of clubs, but it didn't beat 
Selene's king.  Mark, unfortunately, had drawn 
his second ace.  Disgusted he tossed Jessica his 
socks and moved onto the mat.

Selene lowered herself over his pelvis and fed 
him a freshly open Bud Light.  Mark swallowed 
slowly, but Selene was very good at feeding 
someone booze, and he never coughed, sputtered or 
choked.  In less than a minute, she had drained 
the beer and Mark returned to his seat.
Selene drew an ace the next hand, and her 
"friend" Frank was the big winner with a king.  
Selene was barefoot and had on no socks.  With a 
deep breath, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt 
and lifted it up, over her head.

The guys hooted.  Selene's body was as well toned 
as her legs.  Her small, perky breasts were 
covered by a pink bra, and her stomach was even 
flatter than Jessica's.  Her waist was curvy, 
showing us her wide hips.

"Ready, big boy?" she asked Frank.

He nodded, an evil grin on his face.

Selene laid down on the towel, legs up, and I 
caught myself staring at her chest.  The way she 
was positioned gave me a clear view of those 
small globes of flesh.  Frank got between her 
legs, settling in by grabbing her waist and 
pulling him hard on to him.  Selene gave out a 
surprised squeak, then grinned at him.  I felt 
like my erection was about to spring free of my 
pants.  Jessica handed him a strawberry wine 
cooler.

Selene and Frank were very good at this chugging 
business.  He seemed to know when to slow down or 
stop, to let her breathe, and she seemed to have 
the whole swallowing process down pat.  In no 
time at all, Selene was done with her drink, and 
the two returned to their space.

Nearly topless, Selene was a constant distraction 
as we received our next cards.  Cindy leaned into 
me and said softly, "I don't know if I can do 
this." 

"Well, maybe you won't have to," I replied, not 
really believing it.  What had we gotten 
ourselves into?  And how were we going to extract 
ourselves from it?

The next card I drew was a respectable jack of 
clubs.  The winner was Mark with a queen of 
spades, and unbelievably, the loser was Cindy, 
with a seven of hearts.

Morosely, she sat herself down on the mat and got 
her head into position as Mark got between her 
legs to administer Cindy's next wine cooler.
The process went fairly smoothly, although early 
on Mark poured too much and some of the 
strawberry liquid ran out of her mouth and down 
both her cheeks.  Afterwards, she wiped her face 
with a towel and walked over to me.

She returned to me with a flush on her cheeks and 
a slight smile on her lips.  I realized that 
Cindy was fairly light, and two wine coolers in 
fifteen minutes might just be giving her a buzz.  
She settled heavily into me and gave me a soft 
sigh.

Mark lost the next hand, and was served a beer by 
Jessica.  I watched carefully for signs of 
movement, but the only times I detected it was 
the slight shifting, side-to-side, after extended 
intervals.  He returned to Mandy's side with an 
evident erection in his slacks, however.
Next round was nearly disastrous for Cindy.  She 
drew a three, but both Mandy and Mark drew aces.  
Mandy took off her pumps, which were added to the 
shirt and two other pairs of shoes in Jessica's 
room, and assumed the position on the towel.  
Mark joined her.

Frank and Jessica administered the shots.  Mark 
took a shot of dark rum, while Mandy guzzled 
another beer.  Frank was good at feeding the 
ladies, and Jessica quickly feed Mark his rum.  
Mandy, despite all Frank's skill, took a while to 
finish her brew, but she was egged on by loud 
cheers from the others.  Even Cindy and I got 
into it.

I happened to glance down at my watch this time, 
and I realized it was only nine thirty.  We'd 
started the game around fifteen after:  Anna was 
clearly getting drunk, Selene was sitting there 
in her bra and nothing-there shorts, and several 
of us were well onto the way to getting a good 
buzz, if not roaring drunk.

If last round was nearly disastrous for Cindy, 
the next round was.  She drew the ace of spades, 
the absolutely lowest card you could draw, and 
she was guaranteed either a shot of the hard 
stuff or another wine cooler along with the loss 
of her sandals.  Tom pulled the high card, Mandy 
pulled an ace of her own, and I had the next high 
card.  Mandy looked over at me and winked as she 
got into position.

With a gulp, I stood up and followed Cindy into 
the center of the circle.  As Cindy got into 
position, I got between Mandy's legs and took the 
shot of vodka she'd asked for.  As Tom got 
between Cindy's legs, he glanced over at me.  I 
realized by the look in his eyes that he was 
still sore at me for our little tiff in the 
afternoon.  He snuggled as close as he could to 
Cindy, whose eyes opened wide with surprise, and 
the room roared with laughter.  I felt Mandy's 
beautiful legs squeeze me suddenly, and felt her 
move against me ever so slightly.  I looked over 
at her, and she gave me a wink and a smile.
I moved my body to deliver Mandy's vodka shot, 
and as she did, I felt her orbit her hips gently 
against the shaft of my erection as it drug down.  
When I was in position to drain the shot into her 
mouth, I could feel my glans rubbing against her 
nether regions.  She was extremely warm down 
there.  I poured the shot carefully.

Mandy made a horrible face and squirmed some 
more; maybe a bit too long.  I pulled away and 
she gave me a wicked grin as I helped her up.  My 
cheeks were a livid red.  I glanced over at Cindy 
and Tom, and I noticed his hips grinding into 
hers as he poured the red wine cooler down her 
throat.  There was chuckling and pointing, some 
disapproving murmurs, and I couldn't help be get 
madder with Tom.  He knew I had a thing for 
Cindy!

The wine cooler finished, Cindy came over, her 
cheeks and throat very flushed.  There was a 
strange look on her face, a mixture of 
satisfaction and nervousness.  She nestled into 
me as if nothing had happened.

I hardly looked at my next card.  It wasn't high 
or low, so it suited me.  Tom was just goofing 
around, I realized, and doing something that he 
knew would get under my skin.  I hardly paid 
attention as half naked Selene got astride Frank 
and poured a beer down his throat.

I wasn't really paying attention to the shitty 
four I drew, either.  Still seething, I was a bit 
surprised when Cindy got to her feet, steadied 
herself, and moved onto the towel once more.  Tom 
was on the next blanket over, and Selene was 
crawling onto him, a shot glass of clear liquid 
in her hand.  Jeff, the lanky fellow in the 
tequila T-shirt, was getting between Cindy's 
legs.  This would be four drinks in twenty 
minutes for Cindy.  I should really get her out 
of her before she really regretted something she 
did.

Tom made a horrible face as he finished his shot, 
and I watched Jeff gently pour the rest of a wine 
cooler down Cindy's throat.  I wondered about 
Tom's semantics lesson, today.  Where Cindy and I 
dating, or just seeing each other?  Should I be 
jealous over a ridiculous drinking game?  Then I 
thought about the extra bumping and grinding Tom 
had done to Cindy when he had the honor of 
draining her wine cooler.  The color continued to 
rise on the back of my neck and on my cheeks.  I 
had to have been beet red.

Cindy came back over, leaning hard into me as she 
lost her balance for a moment.  She giggled.  I 
realized everyone was having a good time but me.  
I'd show Tom.  Let's see if he liked it if I had 
a little fun with Anna.

We drew our cards, and Cindy got a six of clubs 
and I got a four of clubs.  I waited for Anna to 
turn her card over, hoping it was high.  It 
wasn't.  It was a two of clubs.  Frank drew the 
king of clubs, so he moved between Anna's shapely 
legs and drained a beer into her waiting mouth.
Anna was extremely flushed at this point, and I 
didn't doubt for a moment that she was drunk and 
on her way to getting drunker.  While Frank 
poured, I felt Cindy's finger nails gently 
running up and down the top of my thigh.  It felt 
good.  It calmed me.

In no time, we were being handed our next cards.  
I heard Jessica say it was round seventeen.  I 
glanced at my watch.  It was twenty till ten.
My card was a miserably low two of clubs.  I 
braced myself so I could down another beer.  But 
Jeff had the high card and Anna had drawn an ace.  
Momentarily safe, I watched Anna remove her shoes 
and assume the position on the towel.  She 
giggled slightly as she got into position.  Jeff 
poured another beer into her, and I tried to 
guess how many she had.

Cindy seemed to be reading my mind.  "Four beers 
and a shot," she whispered loudly to me.  She 
obviously thought she was talking much softer 
than she was; Cindy wasn't doing all that well, 
either.

The next round resulted in me administering 
another shot of vodka to Mandy.  Mandy moved into 
position, a happy smile on her face, while 
barefoot Mark laid on his back next to her.  He 
moved himself up into position.  I waited for 
Jessica to get astride him, and she gave me a 
hungry glance as she did.  

I maneuvered snugly between Mandy's legs, having 
figured out the previous time where I needed to 
be to pour, but apparently I wasn't close enough 
for her.  She scooted her ass so she pressed 
directly against me.  Her eyes were bright and 
dilated.  She was drunk, too.  As I leaned 
forward to drain the shot glass, Mandy gripped me 
with her thighs and ground her groin against me.  
Once more, the tip of my penis was pressed up 
hard against her mons.  The subtle movements of 
earlier were replaced by much more obvious 
gyrations.  The spectators roared.  I even heard 
Cindy's voice, loud and clear, giggling.

Mandy's movements weren't helping keeping my hand 
steady, and I spilled a little bit of the vodka 
on her lips.  Mandy lustfully licked the drink 
off her moist lips and hungrily looked at me.  I 
tried to move, but she dropped onto her back and 
wrapped her legs around me.  Everyone laughed 
again.  Embarrassed, I extricated myself from my 
chemistry partner and managed to make my way past 
Mark and Jessica, who were still finishing his 
beer.

Mandy won the next round with the king of clubs.  
She would serve Tom a beer.  Anna, who had drawn 
yet another ace, opted to take off her socks.
Tom laid on the floor, then reared up on his 
hands, his feet flat on the floor.  Mandy, a 
seductive grin on her face, lowered herself onto 
his pelvis.  She was messy.  Her aim wasn't good, 
and she kept grinding herself against him.  Tom 
kept spluttering, especially when she moved 
particularly hard.  Everyone was laughing 
hysterically, including Cindy, who seemed to be 
enjoying herself now that the four wine coolers 
were coursing through her blood stream.
I think they managed to get most of the beer into 
Tom, but a sizeable portion dripped onto the 
towels and his shirt.  I think he used most of a 
towel drying himself off.

The next round, things began to get really 
interesting.  As Selene handed out her cards, she 
asked Jessica what round it was.  "Twenty," she 
replied.  She drew a ten, but surprisingly, it 
ended up being the high card.  Anna and Mandy, 
who were utterly wasted, drew aces and decided 
they needed to take off clothes instead of drink 
more.

Anna pulled her sweat shirt up, over her head, 
revealing a flowery print bra.  She was very 
well-endowed, I decided.  Mandy stood up and 
unzipped her tight black jeans, pulled them off, 
and sat down.  She wore a black thong, and it 
looked damp.

Tom lay on the floor to take a drink from 
Jessica.  She hadn't hardly been drinking, except 
early in the game, and her aim wasn't off at all.  
Tom finished the beer in less than a minute.
I caught myself looking over at Mandy's stunning 
legs.  From where I sat, it almost looked like 
she was naked from the waist down.  As I gawked 
at Mandy, I felt Cindy's hand return to my thigh 
and begin thoughtfully stroking it.

I hardly looked at the next card I was given.  
Cindy's was a six of clubs, mine was a two of 
spades, which I only realized when I laid it on 
the floor.  Anna won the draw with a queen; my 
two of spades was the low card.

I sat on the now damp towel, which reeked of 
beer, and watched as Anna's massive breasts (and 
the rest of her) got astride me.  Her aim was 
poor, as was her timing, and by the end I was 
gasping for breath and grateful it was over.  She 
had managed to spill beer all over my shirt and 
face, and I took a soggy towel from Jessica.  The 
others had enjoyed the show immensely, however, 
and I had to admit I was smiling between deep 
breaths.  I was still angry with Tom, but I 
couldn't do anything to Anna.  It just didn't 
seem right.

I drew a two of spades, and I was eagerly looking 
forward to my next drink when  Cindy gasped and 
showed me an ace of diamonds.  Strangely, I 
thought the idea of seeing Cindy shirtless seemed 
like a good idea.  As I laid my card down on the 
floor, I noticed Mandy and Jeff had also drawn 
aces.  Tom had been high.

It took a good minute to sort everything out.  
Cindy opted to take a shot of rum, while Jeff 
took another shot of tequila.  Mandy, however, 
was the big loser.  Grudgingly, she untied her 
backless shirt and removed it.  I nearly gasped 
at the perfection of her body.  She now only wore 
a strapless bra and thong underwear.  Her breasts 
were smaller than Anna's, but definitely larger 
than Selene's.

I watched Mandy as she moved onto the towels.  It 
was getting crowded.  Cindy and Jeff were 
awaiting their shots, while Tom stood waiting for 
Mandy.  Mandy's ass was beautiful, I decided.
Mandy lowered herself onto the towel, and the 
sounds of Cindy coughing and gasping broke me 
focus on the nearly naked girl.  Frank was 
getting up from between Cindy's legs as she 
continued to cough.  "Are you gonna hurl, 
sweetie?" Jessica asked, a large plastic garbage 
can held at ready.

Cindy shook her head and told her that the rum 
was just really strong.  Those remaining in the 
circle were laughing hysterically.  I glanced 
over at Tom and Mandy.

Tom was doing the best he could to hit Mandy's 
mouth.  She was rutting at his hips furiously 
while he poured her beer.  A lot of it was ending 
up on her face or dribbling down her chest in 
rivlets.  The sight was highly erotic to me, and 
my erection grew painful in my pants.  Cindy and 
Jeff were watching Mandy and Tom in wide eyed 
fascination.

Finally, the beer was empty and Tom struggled to 
separate himself from Mandy, who was obviously 
seriously disappointed.  The others returned to 
their seats.  Cindy looked a little wobbly, but 
she seemed happy.

"Did you see that?" she asked.

"See what?" I replied.

"Mandy," she said.

"I don't think many of us missed what Mandy just 
did, sweetheart."

Cindy looked at me, her eyes bright and dilated.  
"That's the first time you've said that."  There 
were tears welling up in her eyes.

Cindy was definitely drunk.

"Say what?"

"Sweetheart."

Jessica handed us our next cards.  Cindy's next 
card was a king of clubs.  Mine was the ten of 
diamonds.  I looked around the circle.  Somehow, 
Selene, Jessica and Frank had managed to stay 
relatively sober.  The rest of us, however, were 
not so lucky.  Selene, Anna and Mandy were 
partially undressed, and I was hoping to see a 
little more.

Cindy, of course, had the highest card in the 
game.  Tom, with the lowest card of the men, took 
his position on the towels.  Cindy lowered 
herself uneasily onto his pelvis, then sloppily 
fed him another beer.  Jessica brought in a dry 
towel; the one she had been using was just too 
wet to be of use.

Tom wiped himself off and returned to his seat.  
Cindy wobbled her way back over, a large grin on 
her face.  "Tom's very hard," she announced 
loudly.  Everyone burst into giggles.

"Round twenty four," Jessica announced.  Her eyes 
watching Cindy and I.  "Last round.  We should 
probably stop before this gets out of hand."
There was a group of groans and boos.  Including, 
to my surprise, Cindy.

"Well," Jessica said, obviously enjoying this.  

"We could keep playing with modified rules."

This was greeted with a rowdy bunch of cheers.  

"Alright, I don't want anyone getting too wasted.  
You might puke on my floor.  New rules are:  you 
loose a hand, you take something off or you take 
a drink.  No more shots.  If you are naked, well, 
you get three minutes in the middle of the room 
with the winner."  She picked up and raised the 
kitchen timer.  "You can do only one or the 
other.  If you draw an ace, you have to do both."
This brought my erection to previously unheard of 
heights of hardness.  It really was beginning to 
hurt.  The rules seemed good to everyone, and 
even I, with my state of arousal at its peak, 
agreed that these rules sounded good.

Excited, I waited for my card from Jessica.  It 
was a 2 of spades.  I just knew it was the low 
card.  But Mark drew the high card, and Mandy had 
the low card, an ace.

Happily, she reached behind her back, unhooked 
her bra, and wiped it off.  Her breasts were 
perfect, not too large, not too small, capped 
with large pink nipples.  Her tan line was very 
evident.  I really wished I could touch her 
bosom.

Cindy was just as fascinated with Mandy's breasts 
as I was.  Mark, however, had evidently seen them 
before and was readying a beer for Mandy's 
consumption.

Mandy was really rutting at Mark as he poured the 
alcohol down her throat.  Some of it dribbled out 
of her mouth, over her cheeks or down her throat 
where it spilled over her breasts.  Once the beer 
was done, Mark pressed her down on the floor and 
began hungrily licking at the spilled beer.  

Mandy was obviously enjoying the attention, and 
one of her hands was rubbing herself through her 
panties.

Cindy clapped one hand to her mouth while another 
one gripped my thigh and squeezed.  I wonder if 
watching this was turning her on as much as me.
"Alright you two," Selene told them.  "Let the 
others play."

Mark pulled himself off her, but Mandy reached up 
and tried to pull him down again.  Everyone 
started laughing.  Disappointed, Mandy got up and 
followed Mark over to their seat.

Selene passed out the next group of cards.  

Jessica had the low, Frank had the high.  Mark 
drew an ace.  Both Mark and Jessica opted to 
chug, and amazingly, they both finished at 
roughly the same time without hardly a drop 
spilled.  I was most impressed.

While we watched, Cindy's hand kept squeezing my 
thigh, and she gradually moving it higher.  I 
wasn't going to complain.

Jeff won the next hand with a king of clubs.  
Jessica was the low hand once more.  She looked 
at Jeff and smiled wryly, standing up and moving 
into the center of the circle.  She gestured at 
him to come forward.  She kicked off her shoes, 
then gave Jeff another come hither gesture.

He came forward, and she pushed him down onto his 
knees.  She grabbed his hands and slid them up 
under her skirt.  Every guy in the room bent his 
head to try to see under it.  Jeff's hands 
lowered revealing a pair of tiny, transparent 
panties.

"That's two items," Selene pointed out.

"Ah, who's counting," Jessica replied with a 
laugh.  She stepped out of the panties, put on 
her sandals, and returned to her seat.  Jeff 
followed her.  Another group of cards were passed 
out.

Selene drew the king of clubs, and I had the low 
card.   It was an ace.  Sheepishly, I removed my 
shirt to the cat calls of the girls.  I lowered 
myself onto the towels, and Selene mounted me.  
As I settled in to prepare for my fourth beer in 
less than an hour, she ran her fingernails across 
my chest.  More catcalls rose.  With the beer 
held over her head, she wiggled her hips, teasing 
my erection terribly.  The warmth emanating from 
her was incredible.  I made no effort to conceal 
my groan.

"Ready, buddy?" she asked me.

I nodded, closed my eyes and tilted my head back.  

I had the strange sensation that the room was 
spinning.  Of all of us, Selene had had the least 
to drink, and her aim was right on.  Not a drop 
was spilled.  I felt the can touch my lips, and 
kept swallowing.   Then she stopped pouring and 
ground her hips in a circle, and everyone 
cheered.  I moaned.  She leaned in, pressing her 
bra-encased breasts hard into my chest, her hips 
undulating against my erection.  The group was 
egging her on with chants of , "Go!  Go!  Go!" 

She pulled back once more, and I felt cold 
aluminum against my lips again.

She poured, and I began swallowing again.  Soon, 
the beer was empty, and I felt it withdraw from 
lips.  I opened my eyes and moved my head 
forward.  The room began to spin.  Selene's face, 
framed with auburn, moved close to mine.  I felt 
her arms press against my ribs, her breasts press 
into my chest.  More catcalls and hoots rose from 
the spectators as Selene planted her lips on 
mine.  Shocked, my mouth opened.

Selene's tongue, tasting of strawberries and 
toothpaste, forced its way into my mouth 
hungrily.  Her hips ground into my pelvis.  I 
moaned into her mouth, which seemed to be 
devouring me.  Slowly, she pulled away, the group 
cheering insanely.  She gave me a sexually-
charged smile and rose away from my hips.

Unsteadily, I got myself to my feet to the 
applause of the others, returning to Cindy, who 
had a strange grin on her face.  "Was that fun?" 
she asked.

I simply nodded.

Jessica handed us our next cards.

Cindy's was an ace of clubs.  Mine was a jack of 
spades.  There was a bit of fear in her eyes, bit 
her lips were smiling.  Jeff won the hand, but 
Selene had a lower card than Cindy.  Someone else 
would have to give Cindy her shot.  Unless she 
opted to take something off.

Cindy stood up and grabbed my hand.  She pulled 
me up.  It slowly occurred to me that I was the 
next highest card.  She leaned close to me and 
looked up at me.  "Do me like she did you."

I blinked and nodded.  This wasn't something I 
expected from her.

Meanwhile the non-participants were hooting as 
Selene removed her bra.  Now wearing only the 
tight jean cut-offs, she sat down on the floor, 
ready to receive Jeff.  Her breasts were small, 
perky things, capped with tiny but very erect 
brown nipples.  Cindy pushed my face to face hers 
and pulled me down onto the towel, trying to kiss 
me at the same time.

We were both drunk, and the net result was that 
we tumbled onto the ground.  Hard.  We bumped 
heads.  We both laughed hysterically as we rubbed 
the spot where our heads had connected.  Cindy 
carefully got herself into position as I took a 
wine cooler from Jessica.  It was a light green 
color.

I got myself between Cindy's slender legs, and I 
felt her grip me and pull me closer.  My penis 
pressed against her warmth, and she let out a low 
moan and rubbed herself against me.  I reached up 
with my free hand and squeezed her breast.  The 
others roared their approval, and Cindy's eyes 
looked at me, hooded with pleasure and alcohol.
Cindy's breasts were firm and a full handful, and 
I massaged it a bit before opening the beer can.  
The group was cheering Jeff and Selene's antics.  
I could feel them humping against each other, 
their fabric an unwanted barrier to mutual 
pleasure.  Cindy rotated her hips, sending 
shivers up my spine.  I leaned forward, the shaft 
of my penis slipping down before my head caught 
against her jeans.  The warmth increased, and she 
bore down on me.  It felt so good it hurt.  

I began pouring, and missed, splashing across her 
cheek before I managed to dribble some of the 
green stuff into her mouth.  Out of the corner of 
my eye I could see Jeff kissing Selene 
passionately on the floor.  I don't think they 
had gotten to the alcohol yet.

The hooting continued.  I poured about a quarter 
of the bottle before I stopped.  Cindy looked up, 
gasping, and I propelled my hips forward.  She 
threw her head back, enraptured and moaning 
loudly.  Her own hips moved against mine.

I think we did that for a while before I heard 
Jessica say, "All right, guys, give the girls 
something to drink."

I thrust a few more times before pulling back to 
give Cindy the rest of her wine cooler.  When I 
finished, I stood up, my erection forming a tent 
out of my jeans.  I could feel a damp spot 
forming on my underwear.  Cindy wiped her face 
off with a towel before getting up.

Next to us, Selene and Jeff were rutting again 
on the floor.  He was licking her breasts clean 
of red liquid, and the group was egging them on 
with jeers and cheers.  I caught Mandy's eye as I 
returned to my seat.  She smiled at me and ran 
her cute, pink tongue over her engorged lips.  I 
noticed she was playing with one of her breasts.  
I wished I was playing with her breasts.

Jessica finally waded in and pulled Selene and 
Jeff apart, who seemed very disappointed.   There 
was a momentary pause as Selene gathered her 
breath and moved her nearly naked self off the 
towels.  Jessica ran the cards through the card 
shuffler, then gave each of us one.

Cindy and I were still breathing pretty heavy as 
we turned the cards over and considered them.  
Cindy's card was a queen of clubs, mine was a 
king of diamonds.  Jessica took one for herself, 
then passed out cards to the others.  Anna 
laughed from across the room.  She put down an 
ace of clubs.  I had won the hand.

Anna stood up and pulled off her sweat shorts.  
She wore floral panties to match her bra;  they 
were a fetching bikini cut.  She settled down 
into position, and I considered her figure for a 
moment.  She was voluptuous, very curvy, but she 
had a nice body none-the-less.  I got into 
position between her legs, and as I did, she 
reached out and fondled my crotch.

"Your cock nice and hard?" she asked drunkenly.
Selene hadn't returned with Anna's beer yet, so I 
leaned over, rubbing my jean-covered penis 
against her.  As I moved closer to her, bending 
over, the tip dipped down and caught.  There 
wasn't as much fabric on her as there was on the 
others, and I could feel her hot against me.  Her 
voice caught and her eyes rolled back in her 
head.

Selene came back with the unopened beer and 
pressed into my hand.  I leaned back, and to my 
surprise, my penis stayed pretty much where it 
was.  It pushed my erection down, so I was 
standing out at almost ninety degrees, and my own 
voice caught as a wave of pleasure raced up my 
spine.  Anna moved her hips, bearing down on me, 
increasing my pleasure, and I suspect, hers.
With difficulty, I opened the can of beer.  As I 
leaned forward, I thrust towards her.  She 
gasped, gave me stuporous but pleasant grin, and 
bore down on me in return.  I nodded to her, and 
she lowered her head so she was looking up at the 
ceiling.  Her sensuous mouth opened, and I was 
presented with a target.

I concentrated, trying to make sure I didn't 
miss.  It wasn't easy, but after careful 
consideration, I managed to pour the beer 
directly into Anna's mouth.  She began gulping 
hungrily.  As she did, I made strong, deliberate 
thrusting movements with my hips.  Anna's massive 
breasts jumped and jostled in her bra.  The group 
started cheering with approval.

One of my particularly vigorous thrusts caused 
Anna to jerk and throw off my aim.  Beer spilled 
down one of her cheeks and into her long, dark 
hair.  I adjusted, and continued to pour, but I 
stopped moving against her.  My cock tip was 
still caught, presumably by the lips of her 
labia.

In no time at all, I emptied the can and pulled 
back.  My jeans were still tented, and I glanced 
down to notice the sharp, damp indentation where 
her body had caught mine.  She was gasping for 
air, her voluptuous chest heaving and straining 
against the containment of her bra.  I took her 
hand and helped her to her feet.

I couldn't resist an uneasy glance over at Tom, 
who was grinning lewdly at me.  At least he 
wasn't angry.  Although, in fairness, I didn't 
care.  It had felt good, I was having a good 
time, and we were just having a little harmless 
fun.  Or something like that.

I sat down next to Cindy, who had a wide grin on 
her expressive and flushed face.  I realized that 
the room kept moving briefly as I sat down.  I 
suspected the alcohol was getting to me.  I had 
just settled in when Jessica handed us our next 
cards.

Cindy's was a seven, mine a two.  If a woman won 
and no one had an ace, I was off to the mat once 
more.  But Jeff was the winner, Selene was the 
loser, and two others had drawn aces:  Tom and 
Mark.

Jessica went to the kitchen to Selene a wine 
cooler and Tom a beer.  Mark, meanwhile, was 
unbuttoning his shirt.  I watched as Mandy's hand 
rose and fell up and down his thigh.  Somewhere, 
in the back of my head, I realized this was 
getting way out of hand.  The front of my head, 
however, was drunk and was voting with my penis 
to overrule my subconscious.

Selene guzzled her wine cooler in no time, but 
Tom was a bit slower as Cindy inexpertly tried to 
put as much of the beer as she could in Tom's 
mouth.  Tom wasn't making things easy for her by 
rubbing himself against her crotch.  After 
roughly a minute, the beer was empty and Cindy 
struggled to her feet.  She made her way back to 
me, gave me a huge, dopey grin, and sat down 
heavily next to me.  She rested her head on my 
shoulder and her hand in the middle of my bare 
chest.  I could feel a pillow-like softness 
against my rib.  I was really beginning to like 
this game.

While Cindy and Tom were finishing up, Jessica 
had already run the cards through the machine.  I 
looked up at Jessica as she handed us our cards, 
almost stunned that she had gotten there so fast.  
I looked at mine and saw a five of diamonds.  
Cindy had a ten.  Mark had drawn a king of clubs, 
and Selene was the big loser, with a two.  Jeff 
had drawn an ace, and Cindy's was the highest 
female card.

Mark got onto the towel, waiting for Selene, as 
Jeff slid into position on the other towel.  
Cindy got into position astride him and began 
pouring the drink.  She splashed some on his chin 
at first, but she adjusted her aim and poured the 
rest into his mouth.  Jeff had no trouble keeping 
up.

Selene, meanwhile, had moved onto the towel, legs 
on either side of Mark.  The crowd cheered when 
she undid the button on her cut-offs, and cheered 
even more as she unzipped.  She tugged her shorts 
down a little bit past her hips.  I saw the tan 
line from her bikini, but no panties.  Selene 
gave a come hither motion to Mark, who moved a 
bit closer.  She grabbed the back of his head and 
pressed it into her crotch.

Everyone roared.  Selene grinned as she ground 
his face into her crotch, then she released his 
head and pressed him away forcefully.  She 
grinned at everyone, then bent down and whispered 
something into Mark's ear.  I gazed longingly as 
her breasts hung down, her nipples small and 
erect, then my eyes traveled over the gentle 
sweep of her bare, arched back.

She stood up, and Mark reached up and slipped his 
fingers into her belt loops.  With a gentle tug, 
the shorts came down, and I stared in aghast at 
Selene's nakedness.  I had seen no panties, 
because there were no panties.  Her vagina was 
clearly visible, as it was hairless.  Only a 
thin, vertical stripe of hair, almost like a 
sideways moustache, remained above the lips of 
her labia.  The hair was light colored, tinged 
with red, like the hair on her head.
Everyone cheered some more.  Selene stepped out 
of the shorts, grabbed Mark's head once more, and 
pressed it into her now exposed pubis.

There was more cheering and laughter.  People 
couldn't believe what Selene was doing.  A part 
of me desperately wished I was Mark.  Selene's 
small breasts rose suddenly, and her eyes rolled 
back in her head.  Eyelids fluttering, she let 
out a satisfied sigh.  I could see Mark's head 
moving in tight little circles over her.
About that time, Cindy had finished her beer, and 
was rising with a confused smile on her face, 
watching Selene and Mark's antics.  Selene 
noticed her rise, turned to give her an 
enraptured grin, and slowly pushed Mark's head 
away from her.  I noticed a glint of clear liquid 
on her labia.

Selene turned away from Mark, her bare ass small 
and tight, and I noticed a small tattoo on one of 
her cheeks.  It was a heart inside a black 
circle.  I wondered what the significance of the 
circled heart meant as Selene took her seat next 
to a very amused Frank.  Flustered, Mark was the 
last to scoot over to the sidelines, where a 
hungry-looking Mandy waited.

I heard the card shuffler whir and moments later, 
Jessica handed us our next round of cards.  Cindy 
had a four, I, a queen of diamonds.  It turned 
out good enough to win.  I looked around the 
floor, and saw that Jessica had drawn an ace.  
She winked at me as she moved onto the towels.  
Her skirt slipped down to her waist, exposing her 
luscious, tan thighs but concealing her naked 
cunt.  As Selene retreated to the kitchen to 
bring in another cold wine cooler, I moved to the 
towel.

"Take off my shoes, first," she purred.  She had 
sat her legs out straight, and she collected the 
hem of her skirt and pulled it up higher.  As she 
lifted her leg skyward, I could clearly see her 
pussy, almost naked like Selene's with a tuft of 
dark, triangular hair above.  I blinked and did 
my best to remove the sandal.  I realized that 
only I could see the place between her thighs, as 
everyone else was blocked by my back.  I glanced 
up at Jessica, who was resting on her elbows.  
She was smirking at me, her eyes lusty and half-
closed, eyes boring into mine.

As her sandal dropped to the floor, she lowered 
her leg and raised the other.  Momentarily, her 
vagina disappeared from view, only to reappear 
again.  I cleared my throat nervously, paid 
attention to her other foot, and easily removed 
the second clog.  As I did, I saw a tattoo, a 
small circled heart, on the inside of her ankle.  
She sat up, adjusted her skirt again, then 
pressed her bare feet, wide and flat, onto the 
floor.  The skirt pooled around her waist, 
concealing her once more from view.

The skirt was thin and airy, I realized as I 
moved into position.  As I poured, Jessica made 
no movements to distract me, though my penis was 
digging into her through the thin material of her 
clothing.  She drank quickly and easily, the 
muscles in her throat moving like a well-oiled 
machine, and it seemed like she drained the 
bottle in record time.  Finished, I stood up 
unsteadily and made my way back to my place.
Jessica sat up, adjusted her skirt, and stood up.  
She glanced over at me, placed a finger at her 
lip, and gave me a pout.  Everyone giggled.  She 
winked at me and returned to her seat next to 
Jeff.

The naked Selene, her small but well-toned body 
dappled with a hint of sweat, had already 
collected the cards and was shuffling them before 
Jessica had even sat down.  She handed Cindy, 
then me, our next cards.

Cindy's was a two of spades, while mine was a 
jack of clubs.  I didn't figure mine would be 
high enough to win.  "Oh, boy," she said as she 
set her card down next to mine.  "I'm gonna loose 
something serious this time."

I had thought she was going to take another shot, 
but she had taken one last time she had lost.  I 
was going to see Cindy out of her shirt.
Jeff took his shoes off while Cindy nervously sat 
up and tucked her hands under the bottom of her 
shirt.  With a dramatic heave, she pulled it up, 
over her head.  It got stuck for a moment, but 
she emerged, hair tussled.  A flush covered her 
chest, which was practically bare, because Cindy 
was wearing a very sheer bra that hid nothing.  
Her nipples were light, a little darker than her 
pale skin, about the size of half-dollars.  Her 
breasts were about the same size as Mandy's, 
maybe slightly larger.  

She looked at me, very self-conscious.  She could 
tell by the grin on my face that I liked what I 
saw.  She leaned against me once more, her body 
delightfully close to me, skin touching skin, her 
braed breast slightly scratchy against my rib.
My jack was the high card next round, and Jessica 
had drawn another low card.  She assumed the 
position once more, skirt pooled around her 
waist, a stretch of fabric barely covering her 
privates.  Unlike the last time, Jessica was much 
more playful.  As I got into position and waited 
for Selene to return with a wine cooler, Jessica 
ground herself against me.  My eyes fluttered and 
I heard her let out a soft sigh.

Selene arrived with the wine cooler, which she 
had thoughtfully opened for me, and I leaned 
over.  Jessica put all her weight on one hand, 
looked hungrily at me, and reached down between 
us to pull on her skirt.  I felt the fabric 
slowly race up my shaft.  There was a roar of 
applause as the others realized what she was 
doing.  I could feel intense heat coming from 
her, and I gulped.  She smiled coyly at me, 
arched an eyebrow, and wiggled her hips.
Her chest rose sharply, then she leaned her head 
back with another happy sigh.  She opened her 
mouth, and I began to pour.

I don't know how she did it, but she managed to 
maintain her head perfectly still while she 
slowly ground herself in a circular pattern 
against my engorged and clothed cock.  She was 
driving me wild, and she was taking huge, deep 
gasping breaths between swallows.

Once the wine cooler had finished, I started to 
move off.  Jessica was still grinding against me, 
and she was gasping for air.  Everyone was 
giggling and laughing.  I started to pull away, 
but Jessica wrapped her legs around me and 
laughed shallowly.  Panting, she grabbed the 
skirt and I felt her legs part and her feet 
settle once more on the ground.

Free to go, I stood.  As I did, Jessica quickly 
dropped the skirt to conceal herself once more.  
There was a damp patch on the front of my jeans.  
The muted voice that had been warning me in the 
back of my head was finally silent, and I 
couldn't remember what it had been telling me.  
As I sat down, I could smell a musky odor, the 
unmistakable smell of a woman's arousal.  It came 
from the front of my jeans.

Cindy looked at me, with a huge grin on her face.  
"Did that feel good?" she asked me eagerly.

I nodded.  "But I think it felt better for her."

Cindy leaned in closer to me, and we took our 
next cards from Selene, who gave me a lewd smile 
as she headed over to Jessica.  Cindy leaned 
close to me, strawberry and alcohol hot on my 
cheek.  "I have a secret to confess," she said 
earnestly.  Her voice was almost inaudible.
I looked at her.  Her blue eyes were large and 
luminous.  "My jeans are too tight.  I'm not 
wearing any underwear."

I blinked.  Cindy was continuing to surprise me.  
Bra or pants, next time something came off, it 
would be quite seriously exposing.  Not that her 
bra really hid anything.  "I want to do it, but 
I'm not sure I can," she told me.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want 
to."

"But I want to," she told me.  Her face was so 
close to mine, for a moment I thought she was 
going to kiss me.

"Hey you two," Jessica called over.  "What did 
you draw?"

I realized that everyone else had set down their 
cards before them.  I hadn't even looked at mine 
yet.  I had a jack, but Cindy had the all-
powerful king of clubs.  It turned out Tom had 
drawn an ace, so he received a double penalty.  
He took off his sneakers, then moved himself onto 
the mat.

Cindy stood up, looked back at me, and winked.  
She took the beer Jessica had retrieved from the 
kitchen, and put one leg on either side of Tom's 
hips.  She looked down at him, then pushed her 
hair over her right ear and lowered herself onto 
him.  She actually gyrated on him.  Tom moaned 
and the others cheered.  Cindy looked over at me, 
eyebrow raised, and ground into Tom again.  I 
smiled at her.  I realized now she was just 
having fun, and what happened in the middle of 
the circle didn't matter.

Tom threw his head back and opened his mouth as 
Cindy opened the beer can.  She was improving.  
In spite of being roaring drunk, she didn't spill 
any as she tipped the beer and poured it down 
Tom's throat.  After ten or fifteen gulps, Cindy 
orbited her hips over Tom, and he spluttered.  
Everyone laughed at him, including me.  After he 
caught his breath, she poured some more, and in 
no time at all, the beer can was empty and Cindy 
returned to my side.

My next card was a two of spades, which was as 
low as you could go without drawing an ace.  Tom, 
however, did draw an ace.  Mandy had a king, so 
she would administer Tom's beer.  Tom's socks 
came off.

Mandy, almost naked and completely drunk, was 
obviously hot to trot.  As Selene's naked 
backside went into the kitchen to grab a beer, 
Mandy got astride Tom, who had already gotten 
into position.  She began gently orbiting her 
hips against him, rubbing her moist panties 
against his jeans, and didn't stop when the beer 
was pressed into her hand.

Tom, who was breathing heavily from Mandy's 
teasing motions, leaned his head back, closed his 
eyes, and waited.  Mandy's aim wasn't very good, 
however, and she had changed her movements from 
circles to a rocking motion.  Tom got beer all 
over his face, in his hair, in his eye, and down 
the front of the shirt.  The beer in the eye 
resulted in him howling and spraying beer into 
the air, and he immediately grabbed a towel and 
tried to get the burning liquid out of his eye.
When they finished the beer, Mandy was wobbly, 
and Tom walked a rather crooked line back to 
Anna, rubbing his eye the entire way.  The front 
of his shirt was soaked.

Our next cards were a four and six, so Cindy and 
I figured we wouldn't be involved in the next 
round.  Tom drew the high card, while Selene and 
Frank drew aces.  Frank walked over to the towel, 
assumed the position, and waited for Jessica to 
return with the beverages.  She was the highest 
female card, so she would be responsible for 
draining Frank's beer.

"Wait a second," Anna slurred.  "Selene drew an 
ace."

Jessica nodded.  "She takes her wine color, then 
has to service Tom for three minutes."

"Oh," Anna said, obviously trying to put together 
what that meant.  Jessica had a digital kitchen 
timer, and she punched a little button three 
times and set it on the couch next to wear she 
sat.  I noticed she hadn't pressed start yet.
She handed Tom a wine cooler and kept the beer 
for Frank.  As Tom got into position over a very 
naked Selene, Jessica's skirt pooled around 
Frank's hips.  Selene was wriggling slightly 
against Tom, which resulted in yellow wine cooler 
spilling over her cheeks, chin, lips, throat and 
over her chest.  Jessica, meanwhile, was gently 
rocking against Frank.  Frank, who probably 
wasn't even drunk yet, easily gulped down the 
beer as she gyrated slowly above him.

Wine cooler and beer were finished at 
approximately the same time.  Jessica reached 
over and tussled Frank's hair and smiled smugly 
at him.  She helped up him and went to her spot 
next to Jeff.  Tom and Selene, wine cooler done, 
were pretty much in the same position they had 
been, except that Tom had put the empty bottle 
beside them and was leaning in close to her.
Jessica turned the timer on, then turned and 
joined the rest of us as we watched Selene and 
Tom rut at each other for a bit.  Selene 
eventually laid flat on the floor, wrapping her 
arms around him and raising her legs up.  Her 
feet rested against his buttocks, digging hard 
into her hips.

Cindy and I watched in rapt disbelief.  Although 
Tom was far from undressed, Selene was naked, and 
it was very erotic to watch them go at it, one 
dressed, the other clothed.  She was breathing 
heavily, occasionally moaning as his hardness 
caught her the right way.  Tom, for his part, was 
panting from his exertions.  In no time at all, 
the buzzer began beeping.

Selene groaned and unwrapped herself.  Tom still 
rutted, but Selene's hands on his chest slowed 
him down.  "Time's up," she panted, a playful 
grin on her face.  Tom grunted, frowned, and 
rolled off her, his breathing deep and fast.  
There was a large, damp patch over his erection.
Jessica started collecting cards as Tom and 
Selene collected themselves.  They were still on 
the towels when she started handing out cards.  
"Come on, you two," she chided.  "You can't have 
all the fun."

The next round resulted in Selene getting yet 
another wine cooler, this time from Jeff.  Tom 
drew an ace and removed his socks.

Selene's hips moved against Jeff as he poured, 
but his hand was remarkably steady and the only 
sign that she was getting to him was the wolfish 
grin on his face.  The cooler done, Jeff rose and 
left a disappointed Selene on the ground.

I took my next card from Jessica.  It was an ace 
of clubs.  My heart rose in my throat.  I really 
wasn't ready to take my pants off yet.  
Thankfully, Frank drew an ace of hearts, the 
lower card, and he was the one who had to take 
something off.  Frank's sandals were added to the 
growing pile of clothing in the bedroom.  Mandy 
was the winner, and she looked positively 
gleefully as she took a beer from Jessica and got 
astride Frank.  She wiggled her hips, making a 
great show of getting comfortable, and began to 
pour before I arrived and sat on the towel.

I hadn't even realized who my partner would be 
until Selene's short, beautiful figure straddled 
me and lowered herself over me.  I could see her 
bare labia folds part and open, could feel the 
warmth pour from her through my jeans.  The smell 
of her musk drifted faintly into my nostrils.  
Her small nipples were still very erect, and 
there was the slightest jiggle of her boobs as 
she settled in.

Selene did very little violent moving, although 
she constantly rocked against me.  I expect the 
rough denim fabric wasn't so comfortable against 
her soft, delicate genitalia, especially after 
rubbing herself raw on Tom.  She was fairly 
accurate with the beer, only spilling a tiny bit 
over my lower lip and chin, and I surprised 
myself by finishing just moments after Frank.
I could tell Mandy had made a mess, because 
Frank's blue polo shirt had a massive and 
spreading dark patch across his chest.  Mandy 
walked away, a smug smile on her face, slapping 
my butt as she passed by me.

The next hand, three people drew aces and I drew 
the king of clubs.  Mandy was the low card, with 
an ace, while both Tom and Jeff also drew aces.  
Cindy and Selene paired off with the two guys, 
while I ended up with Mandy.

Mandy, without getting up, snagged the waist of 
her thong with her thumbs and pulled them down 
and off.  She was now completely naked.  She 
smiled at me and walked to the towel, an 
exaggerated swagger to her hips.  I marveled at 
her heart-shaped bottom, then made my way over to 
her on the towel.

With her legs spread and waiting, I got between 
them.  Her knees and thighs brushed against my 
ribs, and the feel of her skin on mine was 
intoxicating.  She was completely bald between 
her legs, and she noted my shock as I glanced 
down at her.  She smiled at me, part smirk, part 
seduction, and jiggled her chest.  Her breasts 
bounced and jiggled from side to side, and I 
could no longer resist my impulse to reach out 
and touch them.

They weren't quite as large as Cindy's, I 
decided, but they were just as warm and smooth, 
and her nipple was like a burning ember against 
my palm.  Jessica was just returning with the 
beers, and she cleared her throat.  As I turned 
to face her, I felt a hand at my waist.  Jessica 
was giving me a smug grin.  Mandy's one hand was 
joined by another, and my heart did a flip as 
they unbuttoned my jeans.  Jessica went to the 
other two girls, and I turned my shocked face 
towards Mandy, my chemistry partner.

Her fingers were now working on my fly.  "What 
are you doing?" I asked her, incredulous.  

"Get it out," she breathed at me.  Her fingers 
were poking and prodding at my underwear.  Behind 
me, I could hear people cheering at the others.  
I glanced over at Mark, only to find he wasn't 
there, then I turned to Cindy.  Her eyes were 
wide and staring, but they were focused on what 
Mandy was doing to my cock, not on me.  Mark was 
squatting next to her, his back to us, talking to 
her earnestly.  There was a strange look on her 
face.

Mandy's fingers were driving me crazy, and I 
nearly dropped the beer on the floor.  Then she 
found the flap on my briefs, and her cold fingers 
touched my warm flesh.  She was pulling and 
tugging, trying to get my erection out of the 
flap.  Her digits felt so good against my penis, 
I closed my eyes for a moment and let her pull 
and tug.  Finger nails gouged my skin and pulled 
pubic hairs.  Then, suddenly, I dropped the beer.