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A DRINKING GAME (MMMMMFFFFF, pett, oral, orgy) [3/4]


Part Three

Revelations


"Shit," Jessica said.  "Don't open that one.  
I'll get another."

I glanced back at Jessica, enjoying the 
sensations that I was experiencing from Mandy's 
hand.  Several people were chanting, "Take it 
out!  Take it out!"

Suddenly, the fingers were gone, but they 
returned to the top of my briefs, and I felt her 
tug down.

"Jesus," I said, snapping out of it.  "WHAT ARE 
YOU DOING?"

I grabbed at my briefs as my cock sprang free, 
and everyone cheered.  Mandy's hands leapt back 
as if she were stung, and I quickly pulled my 
briefs back up, quickly covering my penis.  
Jessica was back, and she moved next to me and 
squatted down.  She breathed hot and warm into my 
ear, and I felt her chest press into my arm.  
"Just give her what she wants," she whispered.  I 
shivered, then moaned as I felt her tongue in my 
ear.  I felt her hand reach down to mine, and a 
cold beer can was pressed into it.

"I don't have a condom," I whispered to Jessica 
as her tongue did delightful things to  my ear.

Her teeth pulled gently on the top of my ear 
lobe.  Her hot breath sang softly into my ear, 
"She's safe.  We're all clean."

I started to protest, but Jessica silenced it by 
turning my head towards her and planting a 
passionate kiss on my lips.  Her small lips and 
exploratory tongue made me momentarily forget all 
about safe sex.  She let go of my lips, turn my 
head with her hands, and began nibbling on my ear 
again.

"Trust us," she breathed.  "Give in to the 
moment."

Her tongue flicked against the delicate opening 
of my ear, and felt a warm hand against my belly.  
Then I felt Mandy's hands once more.

Mandy's hands were at the waist of my briefs, 
making a second attack.  She tugged, and I sprang 
out again.  She pulled down my briefs just past 
my erection, and it was held rigidly outwards by 
the elastic.  The chants and cheers of the others 
seemed to fade into the distance as Jessica's 
tongue retracted and her lips surrounded my ear 
lobe.  I felt teeth, and groaned loudly.  There 
was another roar, and then something incredible 
happened.  Something warm, wet and soft had 
closed around the head of my cock.  I had never 
felt anything like it.

My knees wobbled, and I leaned into Jessica for 
support.  I looked down to see Mandy, legs spread 
wide, head at my crotch, tip of my cock in her 
mouth.  It was almost too much.  Jessica giggled, 
then reached down and gently pushed Mandy's head 
away from my cock.  Saliva and my own pre-
ejaculate coated the tip.  Jessica turned her 
lips towards my ears again.  Her soft voice, 
barely audible, said, "She's on the pill.  She 
wouldn't be here if she wasn't clean."

Mandy leaned back again, and I saw her lower lips 
quiver and part.  Jessica pushed me towards her, 
and my penis glanced against Mandy's flesh, so 
warm and soft.  I know I left a smear of liquid.  
Mandy wiggled her hips, and I felt the base of my 
staff press into the top of her labia.  She was 
burning hot.

Shaking, I raised the beer in my hand and opened 
it.  Mandy shifted again, and I slid downwards, 
so that my cock was resting against her, roughly 
at my halfway point.  I felt hands at my hips, 
and a loud cheer as someone tugged on my pants 
and underwear.  My ass was exposed, and my cock 
shifted as the elastic of my briefs went down to 
the tops of my thighs.  I heard Jessica laughing.

I shifted position uncomfortably, getting into 
position to pour.  I became entranced with the 
pleasant sensation as the shank of my penis slid 
lower.  The tip of my cock glided through the top 
of the wet opening of her lips, grazing her 
little nub of passion.  Mandy groaned loudly.  I 
wasn't quite where I needed to be, but I froze.  
My cock was caught in her folds, her moist, hot 
folds, but I wasn't really inside her yet.  I 
extended my arm, I could pour from here.

Mandy raised her hips and suddenly, I was caught 
in her opening.  God, it felt good.  She was 
warm, moist, slippery.  My hand started shaking, 
and beer spilled all over her chest, running in 
rivers down her chest.  I stopped pouring.  I 
wasn't as close as I needed to be.  I tried to 
pull back, but I suddenly felt Mandy's legs 
around me, pulling me in.  Her lips spread, and I 
went in further.  She moaned and I groaned.  I 
spilled a little more beer on her neck.

I felt a new pair of legs on either side of my 
calves, then a warm, smooth sensation on my 
buttocks.  Heat radiated into my butt crack, and 
then two small, hard things were pressed into my 
back.  They were surrounded by softness, and I 
felt hot, sweet, alcoholic breath against my 
neck.  I guessed that Selene was pressing in 
behind me.  There was more cheers and laughter as 
I felt a hand run down the arm that I had 
extended to pour the beer.  Selene's right breast 
pressed harder into me as she reached to catch 
her hand in mine.  She steadied it, then pushed 
me forward with her own hips.

I slid deeper into Mandy, and she groaned 
happily.  Her head was thrown back, and her 
breasts jutted forward, heaving with pleasure.  A 
glossy shine of spilt beer made her skin glisten.  
The feeling of being inside her was wonderful.  
Selene's breasts dug hard into my back.  I felt 
her other arm encircle my stomach, her hand open 
and sensuous against my side.

She tilted my hand, and the beer splashed across 
Mandy's cheek, then into her waiting mouth.  
Mandy drank greedily.  I felt Selene press hard 
into my buttocks, and Mandy sputtered and sprayed 
as she gasped.  Mandy was literally drenched with 
beer.  Selene eased up on the pressure, kept 
pouring, and I felt her arm pull me tightly to 
her.  I moved backwards in Mandy's channel, and 
felt my eyelids flutter at the incredible 
sensation.

Selene pressed forward again, and Mandy turned 
her head slightly and groaned as my penis slid 
back inwards.  The beer spilled haphazardly 
against her cheek.  It was half-way empty now.  
Mandy turned her face back into the stream, and I 
felt her hips grind up into me.  It was my turn 
to moan.

Suddenly, the beer can was empty, and I felt 
Selene withdraw.  I was still deep inside Mandy, 
my buttocks clenched and exposed to the others.  
Slowly I pulled out. Mandy gave a long, sad sigh 
as I withdrew.  Hurriedly, I pulled up my 
underwear and stood up.  I dropped the empty beer 
can in my hurry to zip up my jeans.

I staggered back to my seat.  Cindy's face was 
flushed, and she was breathing shallowly and 
rapidly.  Her hand slid onto my thigh, then moved 
down between my legs and reach up to cup my balls 
and hardness.  Before I knew what was happening, 
her lips were on mine, her hungry, searching, 
tongue questing deep within my mouth.  Her 
clothed breasts rasped against my chest.  There 
was more hooting and hollering from the circle.  
Cindy broke liplock and gave me a wicked smile.  
We turned to find Jessica stand there, hand on 
her hip, sly look on her face.  "Ready?" she 
asked, holding out our cards.

I was breathing heavy still from my experiences 
with Mandy and Cindy, but we took the offered 
cards and looked at them.  I had a two of clubs, 
and realized I might have to take off my pants.  
After what had just happened with Mandy, the 
thought of sitting around in just my briefs made 
me nervous.  Selene, Jessica and Mandy were 
definitely drunk and ready to go, and briefs 
meant easy access for those girls.  Cindy had a 
nice, safe ten of hearts.

Despite my card being so low, I lucked out 
because Tom held the high card.  Selene, with the 
low card, was to have a go at him for three 
minutes.  A part of me envied Tom, getting to 
play with Selene's hot little body, but a little 
part of me told me this game was getting very 
dangerous.  The rest of me ignored it.

Jeff, who had drawn an ace, chucked his socks 
into Jessica's bedroom.

Selene stood naked in the middle of the circle, 
waiting for Tom to get up.  He did, moved to the 
center of the circle, and she told him to lay 
down.  He did, and Selene straddled his hips, 
then descended on his mouth hungrily.  Tom's 
hands eagerly explored her nude body, running 
over her back, buttocks, hips, and between them 
to play with her small, yet perky, breasts.  
Their hips were moving against each other 
rapidly, although at some point she stopped and 
moved one of her own hands down between them.  
What she did I have no idea, but it was evident 
that Tom enjoyed it.

The buzzer beeped, and Selene quietly rose off 
Tom, who looked stunned.  A damp patch covered 
his genitals, probably where Selene had been 
rubbing against him.  He struggled to his feet 
and made his way back to his place in the circle.  
Jessica was ready with the cards and was handing 
them out again.

Mandy was the high card, and Jeff was the lowest 
male.  Jessica had drawn an ace.  As Jeff 
situated himself on the towel, I watched as 
Jessica lifted her shirt off.  She truly had an 
hourglass figure, her breasts swelling against a 
black, lacy bra.  The guys gave some appreciative 
hoots and whistles.

I was so busy watching Jessica disrobe that I 
missed Mandy attempting to pour alcohol down 
Jeff's throat.  She was really making a mess of 
it, and she soaked his shirt.  Her wild rocking 
motions, pelvis against pelvis, were not helping, 
either.  I enjoyed watching Mandy's well-shaped 
breasts jiggling and moving, the convulsions that 
occasionally rippled across her stomach.  Selene 
had gotten up and moved around the outside of the 
circle to collect cards, and whispered briefly to 
Jessica before handing her the cards.

My attention turned back to Mandy as she let out 
a slight moan.  I looked at her once again, my 
penis still throbbing with the memory of her 
velvet insides.  Jeff suddenly thrust up towards 
her, and she squeaked and poured beer directly 
onto the towel.  Everyone, including Mandy, 
started laughing.  They finished off the 
remainder of the beer with little fanfare, and 
Mandy moved her svelte self back over to her 
space next to Mark.

Jessica stood up, a striking sight in her pink 
skirt and black bra.  "Okay guys," she began to a 
chorus of unhappy boos.  We all thought the game 
was coming to an end.  "A number of us are having 
way to much to drink."  She glanced meaningfully 
over at Selene and Mandy.  "I don't want anyone 
getting sick on my carpet, so Selene thinks we 
should modify the rules again."

That was greeted by a murmur of approval.  "New 
rules," she said.  "We've got water, soda and 
sparkling water in the fridge."  A number of 
people made disapproving noises.  "People should 
feel free to drink that if they feel like they're 
getting to much booze.  Otherwise, same rules as 
before."

Everyone clapped happily, and she began handing 
out cards again.  I gazed at her large breasts 
longingly, and she caught my glance and jiggled 
them for me.  I smiled weakly and looked at my 
card.  It was a nine of spades.  Cindy had a 
queen of clubs, which might be high enough to 
win.  Selene won the hand however, with a king.  
Mark was the big looser, with an ace.

Mark opted for a beer and pulled off his 
undershirt.  Like the girls, there was a red 
heart circled in black, this tattoo on the left 
side of his chest.  On the otherside of his 
chest, there was a small wheel with five spokes 
in it.  Like the girl's, neither tattoo was very 
large, maybe _ of an inch across.  He settled 
into position on the towel-covered mats, Selene 
got astride him, and she started pouring.  She 
was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol.  
Quite a bit of beer ended up on Mark's face and 
chest, and Selene only did her little hip 
gyrations when she wasn't pouring.  But Mark left 
with a happy look on his face, so I don't think 
he cared.

The next hand was again won by Selene.  Frank had 
drawn an ace, which meant he had to chug a 
beverage and remove some clothing.  Selene stood 
up as Jessica went to the kitchen.  "What do you 
want?" she called out.

"Beer," he said.  Frank was just starting to get 
flushed, and I knew he'd had a lot less than the 
rest of us.  He started to pull off his polo 
shirt, but Selene stopped him.

I couldn't see the look she gave him (her back 
was to me) but I saw him smile.  Selene kneeled 
in front of him and undid his fly, then pulled 
off his pants.  The girls made lots of catcalls 
and whoops (including, once more to my surprise, 
Cindy).  I felt someone watching us, and I 
glanced over towards Mark, who had just turned 
his head away from Cindy and I, looking at the 
action on the mat.  I did as well.  But 
somewhere, through the haze of alcohol, my brain 
started asking questions.  What were those 
tattoos?  Did they mean anything?  How did 
everyone seem to know us?  That heart symbol 
surely meant something.  There was even a giant 
one on the girl's wall.  My thought process was 
snapped by cheering from the circle.

Frank's erection stood at full attention, and 
there was a damp spot forming at his cloth-
covered mast head.  Selene said, "oooo," then 
reached out and rubbed it.  Frank's eyes rolled 
back in his head.  Selene stopped.  "Does that 
feel good?" she said in mock innocence.

"You know it does," he told her, breaking away 
from her and getting into position on the floor.  
Jessica had returned with the beer and gave it to 
Selene.  Selene whispered something in Jessica's 
ear, and Jessica grinned, nodded.  Jessica sat 
down next to the couple.  Selene straddled him 
and rubbed her naked pussy against his cloth-
covered cock.  Then she raised up a bit, and 
Jessica reached over and spread open the fly of 
his briefs.  Frank's penis, full, engorged and 
throbbing red stood up thickly.  It was thicker 
than my own penis.  Frank grinned lewdly at 
Selene.  I felt Cindy's hand sliding up the 
inside of my thigh again, and a little gasp of 
awe came from her direction.

Selene moved closer to Frank's erection.  Jessica 
had gripped it, causing it to flinch slightly, 
and she was now aiming it at Selene's opening.  
Selene lowered herself onto it with a 
comfortable, fulfilled sigh, rocked against him 
experimentally a few times, then opened the beer 
can.

Frank groaned suddenly, then rolled his head back 
and opened his mouth.  He moaned again.  He 
looked up at Selene and growled, "Stop that."  I 
had no idea what she was doing that elicited such 
a strong reaction from him; she wasn't moving 
anything that I could see.  Selene just gave him 
another innocent look, pushed his head back, and 
began pouring.

Selene's aim was better this time, although she 
wasn't moving on Frank's shaft, at least from 
what I could tell.  When the beer was finished, 
Selene rose up, as if nothing had happened, and 
returned to her seat.  Frank put his now wet cock 
back in his jockey shorts and struggled to his 
feet.  He seemed a little weak in the knees.

Jessica gathered up the cards.  She had spent the 
entire incident sitting next to Frank and Selene, 
watching their united privates with intense 
interest.  Now, she was a little late in getting 
the next hand ready.  She gathered up the cards, 
then ran them through the shuffler.

I was given an ace, but Frank ended up with the 
high card.  Mandy also drew an ace.

"Bring me a beer," she told Jessica as our 
hostess headed for the kitchen.  She stopped and 
looked back at her.

"I think you should have some water, now," she 
told her.  "You've had a lot to drink, hun."

Mandy seemed agreeable to that, and moved onto 
the towels.  Cindy looked over at me.  "You, um, 
have to do something."

Yeah, I did.  I took a deep breath a stood up.

"Wait," Selene cried out, hurriedly getting to 
her feet.  She almost lost her balance.  "I've 
get the highest ladies' card," she said, waving a 
jack.

Jessica came in with a bottle of ice water for 
Mandy.  Selene moved over to me, grabbed my 
hands, and pulled me into the center of the room.  
Several of the girls whooped and others whistled.  
I even heard Cindy's tinkling laughter.  My 
cheeks blushed red.

Selene liked her lips slightly and plopped down 
on her knees.  Next to us, Frank was draining a 
small water bottle down Mandy's shapely throat.  
I glanced at her quivering breasts, and felt the 
urge to stuff as much of it as I could in my 
mouth.  Then I felt Selene's hands at my waist, 
heard the circle urging her on.

Gently, she unbuttoned the top button, then 
slowly unzipped my fly.  I looked down at her.  I 
could see her golden hair, tinted with bronze.  
She must have noticed me looking, because she 
glanced up at me and gave me a very mischievous 
wink and smile, than ran her hand inside my open 
fly to rub at the erection concealed by my 
briefs.  I groaned.

She removed her hand, then looked at my pants 
again.  Slowly, she began working them down, off 
my hips.  I heard moaning on the next blanket 
over, and saw Frank laying on top of Mandy, her 
legs wrapped wantonly around his waist.  I felt a 
tug, and my legs were suddenly exposed, my jeans 
pooled around my ankles.  There was raucous 
applause, and I stepped out of my jeans.  Selene 
ran her hands hungrily up and down the outside of 
my legs, then collected my jeans and crossed 
circle to toss them into Jessica's room.

I returned to sit down next to Cindy, my ears, 
cheeks and neck hot.  She leaned into me as I 
glanced over at Mandy and Frank, who had just 
switched roles.  Mandy was now on top of him, 
kissing him passionately, reaching between them.  
Her hand was in his briefs.  The group was urging 
her on.   "Take it out!  Take it out!"

Cindy's soft, full breast rasped once again 
against my ribs, and I shivered involuntarily at 
exquisite contrast between soft breast and rough 
fabric.  "Hmm," she wondered aloud.  "I wonder 
what you've got in here?"

Cindy slipped a hand between my thighs and rubbed 
me.  "My, you're hard."

My eyes lost focus on Mandy and Frank as Cindy 
continued to rub.  "Do you like that?" she asked.

All I could manage was a nod.  I heard the timer 
go off, and Mandy spat out a curse.  I could see 
she had just managed to get Frank's cock out of 
his briefs, and had been positioning herself to 
impale herself on it.  This party was way out of 
control.  Cindy rubbed again, and my eyes 
fluttered shut.

Then her hand was gone, and I opened up my eyes 
to see Jessica standing before us with our next 
cards.  I was starting to fear I would be the 
first man stripped naked in the room.  I looked 
at my card:  it was a four of hearts, probably 
enough to keep me out of trouble.  Next to me, I 
heard Cindy groan.  I looked at her card, and saw 
an ace of diamonds.  If a guy won, chances are 
she'd have to take a double penalty.

She looked at me, glanced down at her chest.  
"Well, it's not like this is hiding anything," 
she noted.

Cindy didn't have to remove her bra.  Anna had 
the high card, and Mark had drawn an ace.  So had 
Selene.  Jessica asked Cindy, Mark and Selene 
what they wanted.  The girls asked for water, and 
Mark opted for a beer.  He stood up and dropped 
his pants, then calmly sat in the center of the 
circle, where Selene and Cindy joined him.  I 
watched Anna get astride Mark, then Frank move 
between Cindy's legs and Tom move between 
Selene's.  I could tell by the movements Selene 
was making and the expressions on Tom's face that 
Selene had found a motion that Tom really liked.

But my focus was on Cindy.  Her neck arched back, 
gulping water and air greedily, her breasts 
pointed up and outwards in her flimsy see-through 
bra.

Water and beer flowed quickly, and in no time at 
all everyone returned to their seats.  Tom looked 
flustered, and Selene had a smug grin on her 
face.  Cindy returned, breathless, and squeezed 
up next to me.  "He's big," she told me.  I 
responded by reaching up and cupping one of her 
breasts.  It was firm, soft, her nipple burning 
like a hot coal against my palm.  She cooed into 
my neck.  "That feels nice."

Jessica cleared her throat and delivered the next 
card.  Cindy had a three, but I had drawn a queen 
of clubs.  As the others began turning their 
cards over, I realized that Cindy's bra was 
probably coming off.  I had the high card, and 
Cindy's was lowest.  Then Mandy turned over an 
ace.  Cindy breathed a sigh of regret.  She 
turned her twinkling eyes to me and said, "Have 
fun."

Mandy moved into the circle while Jessica fetched 
another bottle of water.  I couldn't help but 
notice Mandy's breasts, her nipples high and 
erect, as I lowered myself between her legs.  Her 
smooth thighs brushed against mine, and her loins 
radiated an incredible warmth.  Her scent, 
pleasing and pungent, rose from her.  The base of 
my penis and balls, concealed in my briefs, 
rested against her naked labia.  Jessica had come 
back, and I barely noticed as she pressed the 
cold plastic bottle into my hand.

Mandy ground her pelvis against me, and I moaned.  
As I bent over, I decided to make a slight 
deviation in plans.  I bent down and took her 
right nipple between my lips.  Everyone shouted 
out their approval, although Mandy's was more of 
a gentle sigh, and I ran my tongue over and 
around her areola.  She tasted of salt and beer, 
and I detected a light, fresh perfume.  She made 
a small, disappointed sigh as I backed away.  She 
gave me a lusty look as I opened the bottle, then 
moved her hips against me once more.

The feeling of her warm flesh through my briefs 
was delicious, as intoxicating as the beers I had 
drank throughout the evening.  I bent over her, 
my balls breaking contact, my clothed shank 
sawing down between her nether lips, till the 
damp head of my erection ground into her swollen 
labia.  She moaned, and thrust herself against me 
as I poured.

I missed, and water spilled over her chin, down 
her throat, and between her heaving bosoms.  
Little goosebumps rose all over her chest and 
breasts.  I corrected my aim and poured again, 
this time draining it into her mouth.  She 
continued to move beneath me, all that was 
between us and sweet union a thin layer of soggy 
cotton.  I could hear them urging us on, chanting 
things like "Give it to her!"  Her thighs moved 
against mine, satiny and cool.  In no time at 
all, the bottle was empty.

I moved between her legs and ran my tongue over 
the cold dribbles of water on her skin.  She 
sighed softly and leaned back.  I heard a beep.  
Someone had started a timer.  I moved higher, 
under the delicate undersides of her breasts, the 
wonderful sensation of her chest against either 
of my cheeks as I moved between them, the 
delicate aroma of her skin assaulting my senses.  
As I moved higher, the tip of my penis once more 
came to rest against her opening.  She moaned 
softly into my ear at the contact.  I felt her 
hands, now free because she was lying on her 
back, move over my bare chest and belly.

I ran my tongue and lips over her throat, over 
the line of her throat, before arriving at her 
lips.  They were warm and eager.  I could taste 
the strong flavor of beer, the strange coldness 
of her tongue, felt her press her breasts against 
me, her nipples brushing against my chest, her 
hips gently nursing against my cotton-clad penis.  
Her hands ran over my ribs, across my back, 
slipping lower, lower, before slidding under the 
waistline of my briefs to grasp my buttocks.

She pushed against me urgently, and I responded 
with a sharp thrust of my hips that brought a 
chorus of laughter from the circle.  Then she 
pulled her hands up, out of my briefs, slid to my 
waist, tugging downwards.

There was a beeping, and Mandy groaned in 
frustration beneath me.  I rose to my feet 
shakily, my cock standing out rock hard, the 
cotton of my briefs soaked with her juices and 
mine.  As I walked away, Mandy smacked the mat 
and said, "Dammit!"

Jessica gathered up the cards and ran them 
through the shuffler while I caught my breath.  
Cindy snuggled up next to me, a free hand 
playfully teasing the damp tip of my erection.  
Jessica arrived with our cards.  I had a nine, 
Cindy, a seven.  We set the cards on the floor in 
front of us and watched Jessica hand out the rest 
of the cards.

Tom won the hand, and Anna lost.  She took a 
water, but I didn't see much, because Cindy 
started nibbling gently on my neck.  Her hand had 
returned to the tip of my penis, gently rubbing 
her palm over the damp cotton in a maddening 
circle.

We didn't stop until Jessica cleared her throat 
and handed us our next card.  Cindy had a ten, I 
had a queen.  Jessica herself had an ace.  My 
queen ended up being the high card, and Jessica's 
ace was obviously the low.

Jessica smiled at me, looking every bit like a 
minx.  As I came over to the towels, I expected 
her to remove her bra and assume her position.  
Instead, she locked her blue eyes on me, crossed 
over to the towels, and breathed into my ear.  
"Aren't you the lucky one," she said coyly.  "Lay 
down."

Wondering what she was up to, I laid down.  She 
straddled my thighs, her skin cool against mine, 
smooth as satin.  Her blue eyes dancing, she 
hooked her thumb in the elastic waist of her 
skirt, pulled outward, and snaked her other hand 
between her richly tanned skin and the pink 
skirt.  She moved her second hand in the same 
way, so that hands and forearms were concealed 
under the flowing fabric of her skirt.  Everyone 
thought she was playing with herself, and clapped 
heartily.  Her face looked enraptured, and did 
nothing to reveal what she was really doing.

Her hands were at the waist of my briefs, tugging 
down.  She leaned forward, whispered, "Lift up."

I raised my butt off the floor without thinking, 
and felt my briefs slide down off my hips, till 
they were roughly at mid thigh.  She moved her 
hands across my thighs, slid them over to my 
erection.  One hand gently cupped my balls, while 
the other lightly grazed my shaft.  She seemed to 
be positioning me so that my cock pointed 
straight at my belly button.

She pulled her hands out of her skirt, then 
scooted forward over me.  Her thighs slipped 
sensually over my skin, knees against my sides, 
calves squeezing against the outside of my hips.  
Warmth bathed my testicles as the bottom of 
Jessica's naked labia pressed against the base of 
my cock.  I could make out the tender hemispheres 
of her buttocks just teasing my scrotum.  I felt 
a drop of warm liquid drip onto them.

Jessica wiggled a little, and I felt the lips of 
her labia bracket the shank of my erection.  
Smiling, she rocked her hips gently forward.  It 
felt like a pair of moist, firm pillows gliding 
up my shaft.  I could feel more of her buttocks 
against my balls now.  She leaned forward, and 
more of her labia connected with my erection.  My 
sensitive glans came to rest against the top of 
her opening, and I saw the muscles of her throat 
tense and her eyelids flutter.

"Ready?" she asked.

At that exact moment, she could've probably 
convinced me to do just about anything, so I 
swallowed and nodded.  She planted a hand next to 
either of my shoulders, slowly lowering her torso 
towards me.  Her large, golden breasts and the 
lacy black bra came in contact with my chest.  
Her face was close, watching me intently.  The 
length of my erection shifted slightly, so that 
the tip was just below her clitoris.  Blue eyes 
fixed on mine, she bit her lower lip and rocked 
her hips forward.  My penis slid lower, till the 
head just caught in her opening.  I sighed, and I 
noticed her breath catch.  With a soft laugh, she 
rocked her hips back.

I groaned as I slid inside her.  She was 
incredibly wet, and while not as tight as Mandy 
had been, she fit me like a glove.  The lace of 
her bra scraped against my skin, the firmness of 
her chest retreated, and she straightened herself 
up.  I slid the rest of the way inside of her, 
and Jessica let out a long, deep breath.  Her 
eyes were sparkling.

By the comments of the circle, it was apparent 
that everyone knew what was going on under the 
pink skirt, but it was still deliciously exciting 
for them not to be sure.  It was exciting to me, 
too, having everyone trying to figure out what 
exactly Jessica was doing to me.  With a grin, 
she looked around at the circle.  She bounced up 
and down on me several times, and the sweet 
friction it generated caused me to moan 
involuntarily.  Only the slight catching of her 
breath indicated it had gotten to her, too.

"Ready for the show, boys?" she asked, her voice 
cracking slightly.

The guys hollered.  Tom yelled, "Take it off!"

Jessica's cerulean eyes turned to me once more, 
an eyebrow raised.  She bit her small lower lip 
once more, then rocked forward.  Stars exploded 
before my eyes.  Unbidden, my hips jerked 
slightly upward.  Jessica's other eyebrow raised, 
a look of intense concentration appearing on her 
face.  Her lower lip dropped out from under her 
white, even teeth, and a small, pleasurable grunt 
escaped her mouth.

She reached around behind herself and undid the 
catch of her bra.  Her eyes fixed on mine, her 
hips slowly undulating against mine, the rest of 
the world almost faded from my senses.  Voices 
were muted and distant.  The room around us 
turned into a blur.  She crossed an arm in front 
of herself.  Her other hand slowly pushed the 
straps off one gently rounded shoulder, then the 
other.

The pressure of her channel around me, slowly 
moving, was maddening.  I thrust upwards into 
her, grinding my pelvis against her, propelling 
myself as deeply as I could and wishing I could 
go further.  Her eyelids trembled, her now bare 
shoulders hitched as her breathing suddenly 
seized.  A soft, sensual sound, from deep in the 
back of her throat, was barely audible.  She bit 
her lower lip again, bore down on me, and began 
slipping her free arm out of the strap.  It was 
done slowly, deliberately, her eyes never leaving 
mine.  My vision blurred at the hard motion of 
her hips.  I let out a shallow gasp as I realized 
I had forgotten to breathe.

She crossed the free arm over herself, and 
released the other.  Soon, it was out of the 
strap as well.  She placed her arm back over her 
breasts.  I lowered my buttocks, which I had 
lifted off the floor, back down.  I slowly slid 
inside, the base of my shaft now outside  her.  I 
felt how very wet my shaft and balls had become, 
literally dripping with her emissions.  In 
response, she seemed to rise, lengthening the 
feeling, till only roughly a quarter of me was 
inside her.  Then she dropped, until I was 
nestled, balls deep, inside her orifice.

Jessica wasn't done with me yet.  She leaned 
forward, creating new pleasures for us to 
experience, till her body laid against mine.  Her 
arms slid out between us, leaving her bra trapped 
between our chests.  Her full breasts were firm, 
the lace scratchy against my skin.  I felt her 
hands grip my wrists, tug them towards those 
large, soft globes.

She sighed as my fingers grazed the outside of 
her breasts, responded by rolling her hips 
against me.  I grunted lustily as fire raced 
through my veins.  My finger tips felt the 
smooth, soft skin, messaged gently, then more 
insistently as she rocked forward and back once 
more.  I could her breathing, shallow, hard and 
uneven.  Her face was only a foot or so from 
mine, those crystal blue eyes searching mine.  
Her eyes closed, and her face lowered.

Her tiny, pert lips grazed mine, then our mouths 
opened, tongues meeting almost frantically.  She 
rocked slowly back and forth, back and forth, 
establishing a rhythm for the first time since we 
had joined.  After several motions, I joined her, 
meeting her thrust for thrust.  I could feel her 
breath, hot and insistent, against my cheeks and 
nose as she impatiently searched my mouth with 
her lips and tongue.   My fingers were still 
messaging her breasts, harder now thanks to the 
heightening passion of the moment.  Her hands 
pressed mine inwards, and I cupped her breasts, 
her rock-hard nipples against my palms, her hips 
rocking more quickly against me.  I squeezed her 
globes, realizing that there was more flesh there 
than my hands could handle.  She moaned into my 
mouth.

Then, suddenly, she broke liplock and began 
pulling back.  Her hands were cupping mine, which 
were still gripping her breasts.  This concealed 
her nipples from the others, who I could dimly 
hear urging us on.  The position of our union 
shifted again.  Our rutting, which had been 
steadily speeding up to maintain a unique 
sensation, almost stopped as the shift of posture 
provided a pleasure all its own.  Sitting 
upright, my hands still holding her massive 
breasts, she grinned.  She began moving herself 
against me again, grinding her pelvis against me, 
and she threw her head back and let out a sigh.  
Though my ears were partially defeaned by the 
pounding of blood in my ears, I could hear the 
group raising hell again.  She looked down at me 
again, biting her lower lip again as she 
established a new rhythm.  I tentatively matched 
it, gently thrusting upwards.  Dimly, I realized 
I didn't want this to end.  

Slowly, her hands released mine, slipping down my 
forearms, off my elbows, until they rested flat 
on my chest.  My hands still gripped her breasts, 
gently kneading her tender flesh, and her 
breathing was becoming loud and slightly uneven.

At this point, she looked around the room, not 
breaking the slowly increasing tempo of our 
merged bodies, a lewd smile on her face.  
"Ready?"

Her change of focus changed mine, and I slowly 
became aware of the room around us once more.  I 
was still matching her hard, adamant rocks with 
my gentle thrusts, still enraptured by the 
incredible feeling of being mounted by this 
beautiful woman, but I could hear distinct voices 
again, began to make out the shape of the walls 
and ceiling behind Jessica.  The voices were 
shouting, "Yes!" and "Yeah!" or just making 
noise.

Her movements were quite hard at this point, and 
I could see the flesh of her breasts moving with 
each thrust of my buttocks and grind of her hips.  
The muscles of her taunt, flat belly were 
flexing, working almost convulsively as she 
increased our tempo.  My own movements were 
becoming harder, my lust rising in an 
uncontrollable wave.

Her hands gripped my wrists again, pulling them 
gently away from her chest.  The tempo was 
beginning to slow, the nearly ferocious bucking 
of her hips slowing to a gentle caressing of my 
penis.    My fingers released her, leaving white 
marks on tan skin, and for the first time I gazed 
at Jessica Smith's bare breasts, that just 
seconds before I had been mauling and manhandling 
with passionate force.

They were indeed large, but there was no 
noticeable sag.  In fact, the nipples pointed 
upwards, and what remarkable nipples they were.  
Her entire areola had swollen up to form a hot 
pink tip, and each pink disc had to have been at 
least three inches across.  The men roared their 
approval, there was a smattering of clapping, and 
Jessica grinned proudly.  Her hips were still 
working, ever so gently, the change of tempo 
keeping me well aware of our union without making 
it my entire focus.  I realized I had taken her 
lead unconsciously, and matched her slowing 
movements with small, gently timed movements of 
my own.

Selene came into my view then, her naked form a 
remarkable contrast to Jessica's, but being every 
bit as alluring.  She held a water bottle in her 
hand, and a smirk lit up her emerald eyes.  She 
bent down and slowly pulled the bra across my 
chest, the scratchy lace dragging across my skin 
with the quality of a languid caress.  With a 
toss of her light red-blonde hair, she spoke, 
"Ready for round two?" she asked.

I realized that my little vignette with Jessica 
wasn't over yet.  Jessica smiled slightly, her 
beautiful blue eyes twinkling once more, and she 
lowered her torso against mine once more.  Once 
again, I enjoyed the exquisite pleasure as new 
parts of her channel came into contact with me.  
Her bare breasts pressed hard into my chest, 
nipples boring down onto me like sweet, soft 
drills.  Her dark hair spilled over my face, and 
I smelled raspberries.  Her legs slid along mine, 
and soon, her calves touched my calves, her knees 
rested alongside my knees, her thighs nestled 
snugly against the outside of mine.  I felt her 
arms snake under my shoulders as her lips drug 
across my cheek and pulled away just shy of my 
ear.

"Roll over," she whispered.

I did, and somehow managed to stay inside her.  
There was a roar of laughter and excitement as 
everyone saw my naked ass.   There was no longer 
any doubt what Jessica and I had been up to under 
the concealment of her skirt.    The process of 
switching positions had brought all sorts of 
pleasurable sensations as skin brushed against 
skin, muscles flexed against muscles, nipples 
scrapped against flesh.

Now I lay atop of Jessica.  She slowly gyrated 
her hips beneath me.  And I realized how 
different she felt now.  Her channel opened and I 
slipped deeper inside her as her feet pressed 
flat on the floor next to my knees, her knees 
bent in the air, her thighs soft and comforting 
against mine.  A soft murmur of pleasure escaped 
her lips, and I felt her nails race up and down 
my back several times.

I gently withdrew a bit, then thrust into her, 
and she let out a gentle gasp next to my ear.   
"Be careful," she whispered.  "Hold off for as 
long as you can."

I was a bit confused in my drunken, lusty stupor.  
"Hold off what?"

Jessica's arms wrapped about me, pulled me close.  
She leaned in close to my ear, tiny, moist lips 
just grazing my ear lobe as she said, "Coming."

I understood what she meant and raised myself up 
on my elbows.  My penis shifted position as I 
rose up onto my knees, now in a pleasurable but 
almost painful position inside her.  Jessica's 
channel contracted hard around me, and her 
generous chest rose suddenly as she let out a 
loud, low moan.  This position evidently did 
something for her, and I heard Jeff bellow, 
"That's the way she likes it!"

Now in position, I glanced down at her gorgeous, 
nearly nude body.  Her skirt collected lewdly at 
her waist, and the richly tanned skin of the rest 
of her body suddenly stopped and formed the 
distinct line of white where her bikini had been.  
I could clearly see where our bodies were joined.  
A dark triangle of hair pointed downward at the 
opening of her labia, and moisture glinted across 
her folds.  I could see the small, hard bump of 
her clitoris.  Her breasts looked somewhat 
smaller in this position, with her back arched 
high, shoulders and head on the floor, her warm, 
tight buttocks resting against my thighs.  She 
wiggled her hips against me, urging me against 
her, but instead, I reached down with my thumb 
and little brushed against her exposed clitoris.

Jessica's entire body shook from the contact, and 
the silky skin of her thighs and buttocks shifted 
and brushed against me.  Her channel gripped me 
hard once more, sending delightful shivers up my 
spine.  A loud gasp escaped from her lips.  
Laughter came from the circle.  Jessica was 
almost panting, her hips quivering with desire.

Selene cleared her throat and gave me a bottle.  
She had that sly, knowing look in her eyes again.  
Jessica raised her buttocks, pressing against me 
once more, let out a frustrated grunt.  As I 
turned to face her again, I gave her an 
intentionally absent-minded but hard thrust.  She 
let out another loud, long moan, her breasts 
jiggling slightly.

I opened the water bottle.

"Ready?" I asked her.

Shaking, Jessica rose onto her elbows, looked at 
me, and gave me a weak, lusty smile.  Her hair 
was mussed, part of it dangling over her heart-
shaped face.  Then she bit her lower lip, shifted 
slightly.  I felt her legs wrap around my waist, 
ankles and heels digging into my buttocks.  My 
cock shifted, Jessica's breath caught once more, 
and then there was pressure on my ass from her 
heels.

I bent forward, shifting my knees so that I could 
slide forward.  My penis drove deep into her, and 
her breathing quickened.  Her evident arousal was 
making things very difficult.  Now I was leaning 
over her, one hand supporting my weight, the 
other holding the water bottle.  She moved her 
chest, and I felt the outside swell of her breast 
against my bicep.  She grinned at me, then threw 
her head back.

Carefully, I took aim at the open mouth and began 
pouring.  My hand was shaking and my aim was 
poor.  Water spilled over her cheeks, chin, 
throat and down her chest over her breasts.  I 
corrected my aim, dribbled a little onto her 
lower lip, then got the trickle into her mouth.

Once I was comfortable with the aim, I watched 
her throat work as she drank.  Her breasts heaved 
with each breath, now glistening from cold water.  
After she had finished about half the bottle, I 
realized that our little fun on the towels would 
soon be coming to an end.  I began to gently 
thrust into her.

Jessica's breasts jiggled, and the deep breaths 
between swallows started to turn into gasps.  A 
girl's voice shouted, "Give it to her!" and I 
increased the depth and speed of my thrusts.

This was too much for Jessica, and her lips 
closed and water spilled across her face and 
dribbled down her body.  I stopped pouring, and 
Jessica was crying out with each thrust, meeting 
me desperately with her hips, meeting each of my 
thrusts with two or three of her own.  Realizing 
that we'd never finish the bottle if I kept 
thrusting, I slowed and eventually stopped.  
Jessica made it difficult for me, moaning 
disappointedly and pumping frantically against my 
shaft.  She was gasping, her head lolling 
slightly from side to side, her skin damp with 
the water that had missed her mouth.

With a frustrated groan, she gradually slowed to 
a gentler tempo, gave me a pout, and then tilted 
her head back and opened her mouth.

Once more, I began to pour.  Her hips still moved 
against me, and I could see the muscles of her 
stomach flex with each movement.  I enjoyed the 
sensation.  It was neither needy or urgent now, 
just intensely pleasurable.  I was disappointed 
as the last of the clear, cold water dribbled out 
of the bottle.

Jessica looked up at me, a sad look on her face.  
I started to pull back, but she almost shouted, 
"Wait!" and I stopped.

"Dry me off?" she asked, hips still working 
against me.  The tempo, I noted, was starting to 
speed up again.  There was a chorus of giggles, 
but Selene was there with a towel, and I took it 
in hand and leaned back.

Jessica nearly shrieked with rapture as I did.  
My penis was bent back at that severe angle 
again, at the border of pleasure and pain, and 
she started moving her hips rapidly against me.  
Realizing this could go on till she made me come, 
I slowly reached out with the towel and brushed 
the towel against the damp spots on her breasts.

Jessica, however, was closer to the edge than I 
was.  Her movements were becoming frantic, and 
she reached up with one of her arms, grabbed one 
of my shoulders, and pulled herself up into my 
lap.

Wet breasts pressed against my chest, hard 
nipples and soft breasts burning trails against 
my skin.   Warm thighs glided sensuously against 
skin.  I almost dropped the towel as her flexing 
thighs moved against me and her channel began 
clenching around me.  Her skirt collected around 
our thighs.

"Dry her off quick!" someone suggested to a 
chorus of laughter.

She had changed the angle, however, and it wasn't 
as pleasurable for me as had been the previous 
position.  Her thighs weren't flexing as often, 
as either the exertion or the new angle had 
allowed her to regain control of herself.  All 
the while, I was doing my best to dry off her 
chest, which was a moving target.  Apparently the 
fabric was arousing her, because she was softly 
cooing as I dragged it across breast and nipple.  
Her tempo began to pick up again.

I reached her throat, no easy task because we 
were a tangle of limbs at that point, dried that 
off, then reached her face.  I did that as 
delicately as possible, smearing what remained of 
her lipstick, still distracted by her slowing 
movements and bobbing breasts glancing against my 
chest.

Finally feeling she was dry, I extracted the 
towel from between us.  Jessica moved her face 
into me and gave me a long, hungry, opened mouth 
kiss, still moving against me.  Breathing hard, 
she broke liplock, gave me a huge smile, and rose 
on her knees off of me.  I came out of her with a 
liquid pop, and she half-fell, half-staggered 
back to the circle, leaving me with my briefs 
around my calves and a thoroughly wet, throbbing 
penis.

Everyone cheered as I stumbled to my feet, pulled 
up my briefs, and wobbled back to my spot next to 
Cindy.  To my relief, she looked excited by the 
incident, not angry.  Panting for breath, I sat 
next to her, my briefs feeling strangely binding.

She leaned in close to me, breast firmly 
scratching my ribs, hand on my chest, and 
breathed into my ear, "I want to fuck you like 
that."

Cindy pulled away, a hungry look in her eyes, 
gazing deep into mine.  I was still out of 
breath, and still overwhelmed by the last few 
minutes to come up with any words.  I felt her 
hand slowly travel down my chest towards my 
stomach.  I heard the card shuffler, felt her 
fingertips and maddening fingernails against my 
belly.  Footsteps approached us as Cindy's 
fingers came to the waistline of my briefs.

Selene, timing impeccable as always, cleared her 
throat.  She had our next cards.

Cindy drew the king of clubs, the game's highest 
card, while I had drawn a ten.  Anna drew and 
ace, and Jeff had the low card.  He instantly 
announced he wanted another beer, moved onto one 
of the towels, and got into position.  I watched 
Cindy hesitantly approach him, marveling at her 
slight figure and the beginning of the swell of 
her buttocks just peeking out from the top of her 
hip huggers.  Her figure, which I previously 
thought of as boyish, gently curved inwards from 
her chest to her waist, where it flared outwards 
over her hips.  Boyish was definitely not the 
right word.

My reverie was broken when I heard Selene call 
out in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Justin?"

I looked over at the source of the cute, high-
pitched voice, who was smiling at me under her 
bright green eyes.  "Anna needs your help," she 
said.

Anna was standing on the other towel, looking at 
me eagerly.  She had drawn an ace, but I saw no 
water bottle waiting for me.  I glanced over at 
Cindy, who was lowering herself onto Jeff's 
pelvis.  She had a beer can in hand.  My drunken 
mind was more than a little confused, but I got 
to my feet and made my way onto the towel.

Anna smiled at me.  "Get on your knees, Justin."

I did.  My erection was still fully engorged, and 
the front of my briefs were soaked.  Anna's full, 
generous breasts were at my eye level.  She moved 
closer, reached around behind herself, and 
unhooked her bra.

I heard someone shout, "Go Cindy!"  I turned to 
look, but Anna grabbed my hand and both her hands 
and forced it to look back at her breasts.  Her 
bra was dangling from her elbows, and I could see 
Anna's large, brown areolas.  Her nipples were 
tiny nubs in the centers of each.

I felt her hands release my head, saw her bra 
flash before my eyes before vanishing into some 
other part of the room, then felt her fingers 
race through my hair and press my head straight 
into her cleavage.

Anna, I decided, smelled very, very good.  I 
tried to place the scent.  Rose?  I extended my 
tongue and licked at the salty fold between her 
large breasts, like two pillows against my 
cheeks.  I heard her moan softly above me, and 
reached up with my hands and gave her large 
hooters a playful squeeze.

She was larger than Jessica, I decided.  I 
continued to rub at them gently as I pulled away.  
"Suck them," she hissed, her dark eyes insistent 
and sultry.

I removed my hands for a moment, considering her 
bosom.  Unlike Jessica, Anna's light tan did not 
extend to her breasts, and they were pale.  They 
were full and firm, slightly droopy, but they 
were still very nice boobs.  I gently cupped the 
outside of her breasts, moved my open lips to a 
nipple, and sucked it into my mouth.  There were 
cheers from the circle and a moan from the owner 
of the breast, and I felt her breath quicken as I 
toyed with her nipple with my tongue.  I brushed 
my thumb teasingly against her other nipple 
before releasing the first from my mouth.  I gave 
her other breast a similar treatment.

Satisfied, at least for the moment, Anna pulled 
away and moved back to the circle.  I got to my 
feet, watching as Cindy poured a beer into Jeff's 
open mouth.  As I sat down, I noticed that Cindy 
was ever so slightly rocking against Jeff's 
erection.  Was everyone as horny as I was?

Cindy finished draining the beer can, helped Jeff 
to his feet, and returned to her place at my 
side.  Jessica, seemingly recovered from our 
little tryst on the floor, was right behind her 
with the cards in hand.

"Oh, God," Cindy said, looking at her card.  I 
had a eight of spades, so I figured I would get a 
rest this round.  Cindy, however, had an ace.

She looked at me, apprehensive.  "What should I 
do?"

"Take something off," I told her simply.

"Bra or pants?"

I wanted to say pants, because I knew she was 
going commando, but I figured she wanted me to 
say bra.  So I did.  It wasn't as if the 
transparent bra was providing anything resembling 
modesty.

She stood on uneasy legs.  Frank had won the 
hand, so she would be taking a penalty drink as 
well as removing her bra.  I heard lots of hoots 
as a pair of boxers flew across the room.  I 
glanced over at the source of the projectile, and 
saw that Mark was sitting on the ground with his 
legs up, completely naked, Mandy's hand moving 
between his legs.  At least I wouldn't be the 
first guy sitting there stark naked.

"Ah, come on," Frank said teasingly.  "I took off 
my pants."

I glanced over at Cindy, who was nervously trying 
to unhook her bra.  Her hands were shaking 
horribly.  Frank, dark eyes dancing, approached 
her.  Cindy's hands were quaking so badly, she 
couldn't undo her own bra.

Frank reached up and steadied her trembling 
hands.  He bent over, whispered something in her 
ear, and she nodded.  Her hands lowered to her 
sides.

"I'm not used to doing it this way," he said, 
reaching for the clasp of her bra.  My penis 
flinched.  He bent over and said something else 
in her ear.  She shook her head.  Frank's hands 
left the clasp, and everyone booed, except me.  
Frank moved in closer, whispered something else 
in her ears.  Cindy, who had been facing the wall 
between me and Jessica (the one place where there 
was a large stretch without any people), turned 
to face me.  There was a nervous smile on her 
face, but her wide, innocent blue eyes sparkled 
as they caught mine.

Frank moved up behind her, one of his arms 
encircling her slender, bare waist.  His other 
hand appeared behind Cindy's back, pushed aside 
her long blonde hair, and lowered his lips to her 
neck.  Cindy's eyes rolled back in her head and 
her head slowly lolled back.  I filed that away 
for future reference.

I heard a soft sigh as his hands spread flat 
against her midsection, then slowly rose up 
towards her chest.  Frank looked up, gave me a 
look.  He raised an eyebrow, as if to say, Is 
this okay?

I felt a peculiar mixture of arousal and anger, 
but arousal won out.  I nodded slightly, and he 
gave me a slight smile, bent down, and began 
kissing her neck again.  Another soft sigh 
escaped her lips.  The room was strangely quiet, 
as if a curtain of silence had descended over us.  
It was if everyone knew something important was 
happening, and was being respectful of that 
moment.

I could tell Frank was working over her neck, his 
head moving, then bobbing and shaking.  Cindy 
reached up and ran her hand through his dark 
hair, her hand spread over the back of his head.  
Her breasts rose and fell faster as Frank 
continued his ministrations.

His hands slowly started to slide over Cindy's 
taunt belly, upwards, then back down.  Cindy 
shifted her feet, leaned back towards him more, 
her blonde hair spilling over her left shoulder 
and down her back.  His spread-out fingers kept 
going down, coming into contact with the waist of 
her jeans, before he switched directions and 
moved back up.

His hands slipped up to just below her breasts, 
stopping when they reached fabric, where they 
reversed direction and headed south again.  I saw 
Frank's tongue flash pink against her neck, 
before he moved down and began kissing and 
nibbling on Cindy's pale shoulder.  His hands 
were moving hypnotically on her belly, back and 
forth between bra and jeans, while Cindy stood 
there and gave into the moment.

His head pulled away, moved over to her ear, 
kissed there, then he whispered something in her 
ear.  His hands kept up their gentle, gliding 
motion on her belly.  She shook her head, and she 
moved his head so his ear was close to her lips.  
She whispered something to him.  He nodded, 
kissed her neck, and slipped his hands to her 
sides up, till they were directly under her 
armpits.

Cindy was looking at me again, her eyes brimming 
with desire.  Her eyes fluttered shut again as 
Frank's hands gently moved onto her breasts, 
gently squeezing.  His hands rose, over the bare 
swells of her bosom, up to her shoulders, where 
his fingertips slowly drew the straps of her bra 
off her shoulders.  They dangled uselessly at her 
elbows.  His hands slipped down again, dipping 
inside the sheer cups of her bra.  Cindy groaned 
and ground her buttocks back against him.

He whispered something into her ear again, and 
she chewed on her lip, looked at me through eyes 
clouded by passion, and nodded hesitantly.  
Frank's hands gently kneaded her breasts, and 
Cindy's eyes closed.  It was strange seeing hands 
inside the sheerness of the bra, erotic to see 
her nipples toyed with between Frank's index and 
middle fingers, odder still to see her grind her 
hips back against Frank's brief -covered cock.

Ever so gently, his hands left her bra, slipped 
under her armpits, and around to her back.  There 
was a brief snap, and Cindy's bra suddenly fell 
away, her high, young firm breasts capped with 
their half-dollar-sized nipples.  There was a 
respectful, if muted clapping, from around the 
room.  No one raised their voices.  

Mark groaned unexpectedly, and there was a sudden 
peal of laughter.  It broke the strange silence 
that had descended.  I looked over at him, only 
to see Mandy's exquisite, naked back blocking my 
view.  I gathered from the position of her arms 
and the movements of her shoulders that she was 
still hard at work on his now-bare erection.  She 
looked over at the towels and turned away from 
Mark, resting her hands on her bare knees.  I saw 
a glimpse of Mark's penis, a long narrow rod of 
angry red flesh.  It looked so very different 
from Frank's or mine.

Cindy had taken a seat on the floor, and Frank 
was getting into position between her legs.  In 
his hand, to my surprise, was a red wine cooler.  
She arched her back, her ivory breasts jutting 
forward, eyes closed, mouth open.  Frank spilled 
a tiny bit down her chin, and I watched the drop 
slowly drip down between her breasts.  The rest 
he managed to get into her mouth, and Cindy's 
beautiful neck muscles worked to swallow.  Her 
hair dangled downwards, falling towards the 
ground in a golden cascade.

When the cooler was done, Frank leaned forward 
towards her breasts and buried his head there.  
Cindy's head lolled back again, and I watched his 
head slowly move up between her breasts, his 
tongue extended to collect every spilled drop of 
wine cooler.  Over her throat, across her chin, 
to her lips, where they exchanged a brief, if 
hungry, kiss.

Frank quickly pulled away, gave her a smile and 
me a nod as he stood up.  The circle, including 
me, gave him and Cindy a round of applause.  
Frank helped Cindy to her feet and she returned, 
a little shakily to my side.  There was a hungry 
look in her eye and a self-satisfied smile in her 
face.  She plopped down next to me and leaned 
into me, her now bare breast soft and smooth 
against my ribs, her nipple a tiny point of 
pleasant warmth.

"Did you like that?" she asked me.

"Very much," I said, and brushed her cheek with 
my lips.

"We kept asking me if I was ready," she said.  
"And why I wasn't taking my pants off."  She 
giggled.

I figured that was what all the whispering was 
about.  She kissed the tip of my nose.  "I almost 
had him take off my pants.  But I chickened out."  
I felt her hand against my belly, her finger nail 
slowly tracing a figure eight.  My heart did a 
flip.

She look into my eyes again, then said, "I'll be 
ready for it next time.  I was a bit too nervous 
this time."

Jessica quietly gave us our next cards.  Cindy 
drew a five, I had a nine.  Jeff drew an ace, 
while Tom drew a king.  Tom's card was the high 
card.  I looked over at Cindy.  A look of fear 
and anticipation was in her eyes.

Wide-eyed she looked at me.  "I'm not as ready as 
I thought," she said.

"You can take another drink," I told her.  "You 
don't have to do it this round."

She nodded, stepped out onto the towels.  I heard 
Jessica say, "Not so fast.  I've got the next 
highest card."  The tall figure of Jeff 
approached the towels, followed by a grinning 
Jessica.

"Water?" Selene asked Cindy non-chalantly.

Cindy shook her head.  "Cooler."

Selene looked at her cautiously.  "Are you sure?"

"I need another drink," Cindy said weakly.  
Selene nodded and moved into the kitchen to get 
the cooler.

While Cindy positioned herself, Jessica was 
making quite a show of taking off Jeff's shorts.  
She nibbled at him, groped him, rubbed her naked 
breasts against his covered cock, then slowly 
unzipped his fly and began probing her fingers 
around inside.  At this point, Tom was already in 
position between Cindy's legs and was very 
carefully draining a wine cooler down her throat.

There was a roar of approval as Jeff's shorts 
finally came off, and I glanced over to see him 
standing, manhood forming a tent in his jockey's, 
Jessica on her knees in front of him.  There was 
another peal of giggling and I looked over to see 
Cindy and Tom entwined in each others arms, 
passionately kissing while laying on the floor.  
That strange mixture of arousal and anger flashed 
through my stomach again.

Cindy released him soon thereafter, and Tom got 
off her, obviously flustered and unable to meet 
my eye.   Somehow, that made me feel better.  
Cindy strutted somewhat crookedly back to our 
space on the floor and curled up next to me.  She 
didn't say a word as she rest a hand on my knee 
and began playing with some of the hair there.  I 
heard a contented sigh.

The next card delivered by Jessica shattered that 
contentedness.  It was a three of clubs, and she 
showed it to me, slightly worried.  Mine was a 
six of spades, not very good, but enough to keep 
me off the towels.  "This might be it," she said, 
watching Jessica leave a seven of hearts by her 
spot.  I could feel her gripping my knee as Jeff 
received a king of hearts.  It looked like Cindy 
would have to remove those pants, leaving her 
naked.  Perhaps Jeff would be a kindly soul and 
let her do it off on the side.  I didn't think 
so, however.

Tom placed a ten on the floor, Anna a six.  
Selene got a two, and Cindy let out a sigh.  She 
was off the hook.  When the last card was dealt 
to Mandy, it was an ace.  Mandy let out of shriek 
of delight and made her way out onto the floor.  
Mark's was the loudest laugh.  I made a mental 
note to ask Mandy more about their strange 
relationship.

Jeff took a water bottle from Selene, got between 
Mandy's eager legs, and started pouring.  Cindy 
looked up at me, wide, innocent eyes so very 
trusting.  Her hand rested reassuringly on her 
knee.  "Are you sure you want to keep playing?" I 
asked her in a hushed whisper over the raucous 
cheering of the others.  Mandy was up to her old 
tricks.

Cindy looked a little conflicted.  "I'm just 
scared," she whispered.  "I've never done 
anything like this."

For some reason, that made my drunk brain feel 
good.  That little voice in the back of my head 
was quietly but insistently screaming at me, but 
I wasn't paying any attention to it.  The 
erection between my legs and my extremely high 
state of arousal seemed to be conspiring with the 
alcohol to keep my common sense from doing its 
job.  Somehow, common sense managed to get to the 
front of my brain.  "You don't have to keep 
playing," I told her again.

She looked at me for a moment.  I kept her gaze 
despite the sudden laughter of the others.  "I 
want to," she said.  "It feels. good, and. 
dirty."

Cindy was definitely a lot more complicated than 
I thought she was, and I felt elated inside.  
Eyes questing, she asked, "Do you want to keep 
playing?"

I hesitated for a second, then nodded.  "I 
shouldn't want to keep playing, should I?"

I felt her hand rising up the inside of my thigh.  
There was another cheer from the others, but my 
eyes were still locked on the beautiful, pixie-
like features of Cindy.  Her soft, gentle touch 
felt as good as anything the other girls had 
done.  "But you want to," she breathed.  Her face 
was moving closer.  Her hand was moving higher.  
I felt her breast slide across my torso, then 
bump softly against my bicep.  Her other breast 
lightly brushed against my ribs.

"I do," I said.  "But I don't want to ruin things 
with you."

She kissed my lips, maddeningly light.  Her eyes 
opened as she pulled back.  "You won't.  What 
happens on those towels doesn't matter."

Through the haze of alcohol, my common sense 
screamed at me.  Then her hand brushed against my 
scrotum, and my common sense was silenced.  The 
kitchen timer went off, and there was a flurry of 
cheers and clapping from the circle.  Cindy 
leaned in and kissed me again, a longer, hotter, 
wetter kiss than the previous one, her hand 
cupped snugly against my crotch.

Jessica cleared her throat.  "Save that for the 
ring, you two," she said with a wink, handing us 
our next cards.  I couldn't believe Mandy and 
Jeff were already done.

Our cards ended up being high the next round, 
with Jeff and Anna drawing aces.  Mandy 
complained of a full bladder and ran into the 
bathroom.

I got between Anna's thighs, noticed the damp 
spot on her panties, and snuggled my cock up 
against it.  She wiggled back, moaning softly 
when I bent forward to position the water bottle 
over her ready mouth.  My aim was good this time, 
although I did manage to splash a little on her 
lips.  My hand didn't seem to be able to stay 
steady.

The circle was urging Cindy on, and I resisted 
the urge to glance over.  Anna helped matters by 
circling her hips against the tip of my wet cock, 
and the sensation of our wet cotton underwear and 
warm genitalia trying to merge was quite enough 
to keep my focus on her.  From the cheers and 
clapping, I gathered that Cindy and Jeff had 
finished their bottle.

Our bottle was soon done, as well, and Anna 
looked up at me sadly and gave a devilish twist 
of her hips that sent fire racing up my nerves 
from my cock head to my brain.  I pulled away, 
Anna's lush thighs giving me a squeeze as we 
parted, and I managed to stagger back to my 
place.  Cindy was standing at our spot, giggling.  
"I'll be right back," she said.  "I've got to 
pee."

Mandy had returned from the restroom, and Jessica 
gave me two cards.  One was a two of hearts, the 
other a king of diamonds.  My heart started 
beating fast.  A two of hearts was a very low 
card.  If I gave it to Cindy, she'd end up naked.  
If I took it, I could take a beverage.  But if I 
kept the two, wouldn't I only be prolonging her 
embarrassment?  She said she wanted to keep 
playing.  Couldn't she see what would happen if 
she went nude?  Mark was naked, Frank and I were 
in our underwear. and this game was getting 
wilder as we went.  Boundaries were just about 
non-existent in this game.

On the other hand, Cindy was well aware what was 
going on.  Two different women had already fucked 
her boyfriend this evening.  My drunk mind then 
followed that line of reasoning.  Was I her 
boyfriend?  Maybe she was following the semantics 
as Tom did, and we were just seeing each other.  
My mind was whirling.

I looked around the circle, glanced at cards.  
Selene had drawn an ace.  If I kept the king, 
Cindy would not be involved this round.  But I'd 
be out on the floor with Selene, and lord only 
knew what would happen if I went out there.  If 
Cindy got the king, she'd be paired off with Jeff 
once more.  He'd just had a bottle of water, so 
that meant he'd have to take something off.

I glanced over at him.   He still wore that silly 
Tequila shirt, stained with beer and wine cooler.  
And underwear.  I'd be damned if I was gonna be 
the second one stripped.  I dropped the king in 
front of Cindy's spot, the two in front of mine.

The others began working out what the cards 
meant.  Selene paired off with Tom, and Selene 
had drug him onto the towels, laid him flat on 
his back and began kissing and grinding against 
him.  Almost as an afterthought, Jessica hit the 
start button on the timer.  Jeff took Cindy's 
absence as an opportunity to take off his soggy 
T-shirt, and no one seemed to care, with Selene 
rutting at Tom on the floor.

Tom definitely was out of his league with Selene, 
and I joined in with the laughter as Selene 
grabbed his hands and held him down while she 
rubbed herself against his shorts furiously.  She 
seemed frustrated with that arrangement, however, 
and released his hands, stood up, and straddled 
his face to the rowdy approval of the group.  Tom 
grabbed Selene's powerful thighs with his hands 
and wiggled his body for a moment, but soon we 
heard slurping sounds and sucking noises, and 
Selene moaned happily.

Somewhere into Tom's oral pleasuring of Selene, 
the bathroom door open and Cindy emerged.  There 
was a brief look of shock on her face, and she 
covered her mouth with her hand.  She began 
laughing.  I caught her eye, and began laughing 
too.

Soon, the buzzer was beeping and Selene voiced a 
plaintive, "No."  She looked at Jessica, while 
still rubbing herself against Tom's face.  "Are 
you sure that was three minutes?"

Jessica laughed at her.  "More, I'm afraid."

Disgusted, Selene mussed Tom's hair and 
reluctantly stood up.  "Good work," she told him.  
Tom's face and ears were crimson.

Everyone laughed at Tom's embarrassment, and 
Jessica collected the cards while Cindy crossed 
over the towels and sat down next to me.  I loved 
the way her breasts swayed ever so slightly as 
she walked.

"I can't believe she made him do that," I told 
her.

Cindy just blushed furiously, then giggled.

Jessica handed us our next cards.  Cindy's was a 
jack.  Mine was an ace.  Please, don't make me 
the low card, I thought.  Please, don't make me 
the low card.  Jessica turned over a jack of 
hearts and dropped at her spot.  I glanced at 
Cindy's card again.  It was a jack of diamonds, 
higher than Jessica's.  I breathed a slight sigh 
of relief, then saw the mischievous glint in her 
eye.  Maybe Cindy wasn't as safe as I thought.  
The thought excited me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeff flip over 
his card.  Queen.  I felt a little better.  If 
the queen stayed high, I'd only have to take a 
drink.  I decided, if I was to go any further, I 
needed a beer.

Jeff's queen did indeed remain high.  Anna's two 
ended up being the low female card.  Next to me, 
Cindy surveyed the cards and gave a happy little, 
"Oh."

I looked at her.  "I get to give you your water," 
she said happily.

"Beer," I corrected.  "If these are coming off, I 
need a beer."

Cindy giggled.  "They've already been off, twice.  
You get too drunk, you're no good to us."  She 
stood up, her butt delectable in those tight hip 
huggers.

That sight and her last statement put my heart in 
my throat.  Cindy wasn't too drunk to not know 
what was going on.  She knew what she had seen, 
knew what the consequences might be, and was 
still looking to go ahead.  Who was I to stop 
her?  But what happened when we sobered up?  And 
something, something I couldn't quite grasp, was 
warning me.

I followed her tight ass and topless form to the 
towels, where Jeff was awaiting Anna.  He was 
wearing only his briefs, like me, and his partner 
was half naked.

"You drinking or are you stripping?" he asked 
her.

Anna smiled slyly.  "No, you're stripping."

"I don't think so," he told her.  "I have the 
high card.  I will, however," he added, "relieve 
you of your panties."

Except for Jessica's skirt, which was clearly 
pointless, Cindy was going to be the last woman 
clothed.

I sat down as Selene asked for what I was 
drinking.  "Beer," I managed to croak.

I leaned on my elbows as Cindy lowered her tight 
ass onto my crotch.  "Hmm," she said.  "Feels 
different without the pants."

She shifted pleasantly against me, and I managed 
to stammer, "Yes-s-s-s, it does."

The crowd cheered and I glanced over to see Jeff 
on his knees next to Anna, her panties now gone, 
I tried to get a good look at her, but Cindy 
choose that moment to lean forward and rest her 
naked torso against mine.  Her soft breasts felt 
comforting, and somehow, very different from 
Anna's, Selene's, Mandy's or Jessica's.  I felt 
her hips slowly grind, tingles of sexual 
excitement charge up from my groin.  Her face was 
over my shoulder, her hips still grinding hard 
and slow against me.

"You like?" she whispered sensually into my ear.

"Yes," I stumbled over my own tongue.

"It'd be better if we didn't have these clothes 
on," she breathed heavily.   My heart flipped 
again.

The circle was cheering again.  "Eat her out!  
Eat her out!" they chanted.  Obviously, Jeff and 
Anna were having their own oral experience.

I felt her hand snake between us and grip my 
hardness.  Then I sensed Selene next to us.  My 
beer had arrived.  Cindy slowly raised herself up 
so she was straddling me again.  The pressure of 
her pelvic bone, radiant with heat from her 
crotch, rocking back on me caused my eyes to roll 
back in my head.

"Don't mean to interrupt, you two," Selene said.  
I didn't even bother to look up at Selene's nifty 
body.  My eyes were still shut, and Cindy was 
still rotating her pelvis against me, slow and 
hard.  She moved so differently from Mandy and 
Jessica.  It was precise, controlled, not the 
lewd abandon of the others.  Selene continued, 
"But the beer is here, if you want it."

Cindy shifted, pausing her rotations for a split 
second.  Then they started up again, and I heard 
the beer can open.  I rose up, heard a soft moan 
from Cindy as my erection bumped against 
something sensitive, threw my head back and 
opened my mouth.  I heard Selene whisper 
something, presumably to Cindy, because she 
giggled.  She didn't stop her delightful 
grinding.

I felt the beer splash into my throat suddenly, 
and I began chugging the bitter liquid.  Cindy 
kept grinding at me, but the fact that she had 
become some methodical meant it became less 
distracting.  It was still there, insistent and 
pleasurable, but it wasn't at the fore of my 
conscious.  I felt the cold aluminum of the can 
on my lips, heard a round of clapping from the 
circle.  Still the beer came.  Suddenly, Cindy 
reversed the motion of her hips and started 
making circles in the opposite direction.  They 
felt faster, slightly harder, slightly more 
urgent.  My attention shifted back below my waist 
again, trying to maintain my concentration on the 
breathe-and-swallow routine.  The can was tipping 
up.  It was almost gone.  Disappointment filled 
my heart, as I realized our time on the carpet 
was ending.  Unconsciously, I began moving my own 
hips against hers, urgently, trying to savor 
every last moment on the mat.

The trickle became a drip, then stopped 
altogether.  With a sad sigh, I felt Cindy shift, 
then her reassuring weight was gone.  I opened my 
eyes, and saw her standing there, topless, an 
empty beer can in one hand and the other extended 
outwards to help me up.  She pulled me up, and 
the two of us made our way to our spot.  She 
slipped an arm around my waist as we walked, 
rested her head against my shoulder.  Her mussed 
blonde hair tickled my back.

Jessica was there with our next cards before we 
had even gotten comfortable.  Cindy had a four, a 
low card, but probably enough to get through to 
the next round.  I, however, stared at a single, 
red diamond and realized I faced some serious 
trouble this time.  I gulped and watched the rest 
of the cards revealed.  I prayed someone else 
would draw a low card, but I knew it was 
hopeless.  At the very least, my briefs were 
coming off.  Chances were very good somebody was 
going to putting a naked pussy on my naked dick, 
and.

That really didn't sound so bad.  I hoped it 
would be Cindy, but she was neither naked nor had 
much of a chance of winning the hand.  I looked 
down at the cards that were already displayed.  
Jessica had a jack, and the next three cards 
looked to be a nine, followed by a two, then 
another nine.  Mandy, as always, turned her card 
over last.  It was a five.  Jessica's card was 
high.  And I had a double penalty with someone 
who had already drove me mad earlier in the 
evening.  I took a deep breath.  I was both 
dreading this and looking forward to it.  
Dreading being naked, looking forward to certain 
of Jessica's charms.

"Water, sweetie?" Selene asked me.  "I don't 
think you need anymore beer right now."

I nodded, started to get up.  Cindy put an arm 
around me, her breasts squishing flat against my 
chest and bicep.  She whispered into my ear, 
"Have fun."  She broke away, my flesh yearning 
for more contact with her pale, smooth skin.  I 
stood up.  Jessica was already standing on the 
towels, waiting for me, a sly grin on her face.

"Come on," she said eagerly, "No need to be shy."

Easy for her to say.  She had a skirt on to cover 
up her privates.

I approached her and started to sit down.  "No, 
wait."

I straightened up.  She stepped closer to me, 
rested her left hand on my right shoulder, and 
looked into my eyes.  Her eyes were still bright, 
blue around large, black pupils.  Her right hand 
slowly rose up my side, around my front, then 
down.  Eyes boring into mine, her fingernails 
making exciting trails as they came to my briefs, 
my breath quickening.

Her fingernails rose back up, then her palm 
pressed against my stomach, ran across it to my 
right side, than ran over my ribs.  Her other 
hand slipped down my shoulder, over my chest, 
then under my armpit.  Her face had turned very 
serious, but her eyes were still locked on mine.  
Both hands made their way to my shoulder blades, 
and she stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms 
around me, breathed her hot breath into my ear.  
Her large, firm breasts squashed themselves 
against my chest.  "You ready?" she whispered, 
her lips brushing my ear lobe.

I nodded.  

Her tongue danced against my ear, then she 
whispered.  "Close your eyes and enjoy."

I closed my eyes.

Her lips grazed my neck, and I shivered as I felt 
her breasts slide down, two massive pillows of 
flesh with their large, erect nipples.  A nibble 
of teeth at my clavicle, gentle pressure of her 
breasts against my stomach.  Warm, moist tongue 
slowly blazing a trail down my chest, suction on 
my nipple.  I realized that either my focus had 
gone completely internal or the room had gone 
quiet.  A soft murmur convinced me it was the 
latter.

Teeth gently tugging at my nipple, lips just 
below it.  Tongue again, circling my nipple, 
crossing over my chest to the other.  A playful 
lick, then a not so gentle nip of teeth against 
it.  Hard, even, hot breath spilling on my skin.  
Both of my nipples were now so hard they hurt.  
Another playful circle made by her tongue.  
Fingernails once again languidly tracing patterns 
on my chest.  Breasts shifting, slowly releasing 
pressure, all contact broken save for the 
fingernails that were slowly moving down my 
chest.

Then, her lips against my navel, then a tongue 
darting in my belly button.  Nails moving lower, 
turning into fingertips, past my navel, lower, 
dipping into the waistband.  Gentle gripping, 
fingers between the elastic and my skin.  Tongue 
moving down, lips kissing every now and then.

Her fingers slipped sideways towards my hips.  I 
opened my eyes, looked down, saw her tiny, red 
lips working directly between my erection and my 
bellybutton.  I felt the outside of her breast 
glance against my thigh, then her chin press 
against the tip of my penis.  I closed my eyes 
again.  I let out a slow, shuddering sigh.

I sighed, but the pressure was gone, then a 
gentle but insistent tugging on my waist, and I 
felt my briefs slowly move down, dragging my cock 
down with it.  She stopped, I felt her fingers 
leave the space between elastic and brief with a 
faint snap.  Her hand gently, tenderly grasped my 
cock and pulled it out of my briefs.  I stood 
straight out, the elastic of my briefs cutting 
into the base and constricting my balls.  I could 
feel her breath hot against the tip of my penis.  
Her fingers slipped back between my hip and my 
briefs, then I felt that incredible sensation of 
lips, tongue and mouth against the head of my 
erection.  I groaned loudly, heard a soft, awed 
murmur from the circle.

I decided the warmth of her mouth, the teasing of 
her tongue beneath the glans and the opening, 
felt better than any vagina I had yet penetrated.  
My hands lowered, gripping her bare shoulders for 
support as my knees almost buckled.  Her hands 
continued to pull my briefs down, and the tongue, 
for a moment dancing against just the tip of me, 
toying with the tiny, sensitive opening, slipped 
underneath to the equally tender place under the 
head of my dick.

Suddenly, my briefs were at my ankles, and I felt 
her hand at the base of my cock, gently 
encircling it.  I felt her move her head forward, 
her lips grazing against my shaft, her tongue 
gently fluttering against it as I slid deeper 
into her mouth.  Combined with her hand, the 
entire length of my erection was enclosed.

The fingers slowly released me, until just a 
circle of thumb and index finger remained.  I 
felt her tongue and mouth move back, a glorious 
warm wetness rapidly chilling as I slipped slowly 
out of her oral cavity.  Her lips encircled just 
my head once more, her tongue tickling the tip 
again, then her lips retreated fully, and just 
her tongue tickling the tip remained.

I had stopped breathing, and took a deep, quaking 
breath as the tongue left me.  Her circled finger 
and thumb were slowly squeezing and sliding up 
the length of me.  I heard her take a deep 
breath, then her fingers were gone.

Slowly, I opened my eyes.  Jessica, stood there, 
her eyes level with mine, smiling.  She embraced 
me once more, my naked cock feeling the 
scratchiness of her skirt, the pleasant crush of 
breasts against my flesh, her smooth arms against 
my bare back.  Her lips at my ear once more, 
brushing, teasing, embracing.  Then warm breath 
whispering, "If you win, and I lose, I'll do that 
for three minutes," she said.  "Or maybe six."

I almost moaned.  Her mouth worked against my 
neck, her teeth gently biting.   Then her lips 
were at my ear again.

"Lay down," she whispered, teeth nibbling the 
back of my ear, arms releasing me leisurely.

I did, stepping away from my briefs and assuming 
the position, completely naked.  Selene stood 
nearby, strangely silent, a bottle of water in 
her hand.  Jessica got astride me, naked thighs 
against my naked hips, knees against my waist, 
calves against my thighs.  Her skirt covered all.

She held her pelvis away from me, and I realized 
I wanted it, badly.  I rutted upwards uselessly, 
looked at her with lust in my eyes.  Jessica 
lifted up the front of her skirt, and with her 
free hand, pointed my cock straight in the air.  
She positioned herself over it, and rubbed the 
tip of my erection against her labial lips, her 
breathing suddenly ragged.

Once, twice, three times she ran the tip of my 
cock in an orbit over her pussy.  She was 
dripping wet, as was I, and before I knew what 
was happening, the head of my cock was in the 
entrance of her channel, and I heard an aroused 
gasp from the others.  Grimacing, Jessica bore 
down on me, driving me into her for a second time 
that evening, not stopping until she came down to 
the hilt and her buttocks rested against my 
balls.

Jessica released her skirt and it spilled over 
our connection, then she looked over at Selene 
and took the water bottle.  Deliberately, she 
opened it, and I felt her gyrate her hips in an 
almost imperceptible circle.  It was maddeningly 
slow and deliciously erotic.

She didn't stop the motion as she lowered herself 
forward and began pouring.  Every now and then, 
she'd stop, change directions, and begin the 
teasingly tender circle in the opposite 
direction.  It was a similar movement to the one 
Cindy had done, but the comparison was a poor one 
because Cindy and I had two layers of clothes 
separating us.  Too soon, I realized the water 
had stopped.  The motions continued for several 
seconds, however, before I felt her legs flex and 
my penis ever-so-slowly slip from the warm 
confines of her vagina.

It took me a couple of seconds to collect myself 
before I made my way over to Cindy again.  
Shaking with desire, I sat down next to Cindy, 
who said nothing but said everything with a 
simple, loving smile.  She rested a hand gently 
above my knee and we watched Selene gather cards 
and run them through the shuffler.  I was still 
shaking when she arrived with our next cards.

I looked at a seven, while Cindy had a ten.  We 
placed our cards on the floor before us and 
waited for the others to turn theirs over.  As 
Anna turned over her ace, Cindy leaned into me, 
her breasts sandwiching my bicep amiably, a hand 
settling on my chest.  Her face turned to mine, 
and she spoke, in a low murmur, "What was that 
like?"

"What was what like?" I returned, my voice 
equally soft, as this rounds winners and loosers 
made their way to the mat.  Jessica was hurriedly 
collecting cards while Selene went to the kitchen 
for water bottles.  She had made that trip dozens 
of times that evening.  I focused my attention on 
Cindy, who's hand was absently stroking the hair 
on my chest.

"Having her mouth on you?" she asked.

I grinned slightly.  "It was very nice," I told 
her.  Her fingertips danced around one of my hard 
nipples, her eyes wide and innocent, belying the 
nature of our situation.  Cindy shifted, one of 
her jean-covered legs slipping over mine.  One of 
her breasts dug into my bicep.  I could tell that 
affected her, because her eyelids lowered 
slightly in pleasure.

"I've never done it," she said, her finger tips 
sliding below my nipples to my belly.

"I haven't either," I told her.  Cindy shifted 
again, sitting forward on her knees, facing me, 
one hand on her own knee, the other deftly 
tracing patterns on my belly.  I shifted myself, 
so that all my weight was supported by one arm, 
and reached out to softly touch the outside of 
one of her breasts.

Her eyelids fluttered this time, delighting in 
the gentle contact.  Her finger tips danced below 
my belly button, then slid lower, till she 
grasped my naked cock in her hand.  It was my 
turn to flutter eyelids.

Ever so gently, she moved her hand up and down, 
exploring me for the first time.  "You're so 
wet," she stated, her voice still in that soft 
murmur.  I could hear cheering and chanting from 
the other circle participants, but I had no 
interest at the moment beyond Cindy's gently 
questing fingers.  My own fingers tenderly found 
her nipple and brushed against it.

Cindy let out a long, drawn out breath, almost 
sounding like she was shivering.  "That feels so 
good," she moaned.

"What you're doing feels good, too," I said, 
feeling myself twitch as her thumb began to form 
soft circles underneath the head of my penis.

Selene softly said, "Your cards on are on the 
floor, you two, I'll tell you if you're needed."

Cindy kept up her circular thumb motion without 
skipping a beat, while my fingers pinched her 
nipple lightly.  Another soft moan escaped her 
lips.  "You look," she told me.  "But don't 
stop."

"You don't stop, either," I told her, reveling in 
her touch.

I moved forward, looked over her shoulder.  Two 
cards sat face up, sidewise.  One was a queen, 
one an ace.  Cindy's thumb moved upwards, 
swirling against the opening of my urethra.  
Through a haze of booze and passion, I glanced 
over to see Selene handing a card to Frank.  I 
looked at the cards already exposed.  The queen 
was the highest one so far.  I looked back at 
ours.  We had the high and the low, at least for 
the moment.  But whose was whose?

"What is it?" she whispered, fingers still 
working, now moving down the bottom of my shaft 
to cup my naked balls.  My own fingers spread 
wide over her breast, cupping it.

Mark turned over a six.  Mandy was next and last.  
Unless she pulled the something higher than our 
queen of clubs, one of us had one the hand, and 
one of us had lost it.

"An ace and a queen," I told her.  Mandy flipped 
over her card, and I craned my neck over Cindy's 
golden crown to see it.  It was a four.  We had 
the high and the low.

Cindy let go of my cock and turned around.  My 
hand was touching the soft furrow between her 
breasts thoughtfully.

"Oh," she said, somewhere between surprise and 
shock.  

I leaned forward and wrapped her in my arms, 
kissed the nape of her neck through her hair.  
"We can go out there, I can drink some water, and 
fool around for three minutes," I told her.

"Or you could take off my pants and fuck me," she 
said quietly.

Her option sounded a lot better to me, but I 
wasn't about to say anything.  I reached out for 
the ace.  She pushed back against me.  I couldn't 
reach the cards.  "What are you doing?" I hissed 
in her ear.

"I want you to fuck me first," she muttered.

"But you'll be naked," I whispered back, still 
trying to reach out.

"So?" she said, her smooth back like a strong 
board of satin against my chest.

"I've got an ace," Cindy announced loudly, 
pushing back against me, preventing me from 
grabbing the card.  "Justin has a queen."

There was a murmur of excitement.  The circle had 
been watching this strange exchange with some 
interest, and waiting for the results of the 
cards.  At least, some where.  Mandy was laying 
on her belly next to Mark, head bobbing up and 
down on his lap.  Mark had a content smile on his 
face, but was watching us.  

Cindy stood up, turned towards me, and reached 
out with her hands.  "Come on," she told me, a 
large grin on her face.  She pulled me to my 
feet, her breasts swaying gently, then backed 
onto the mat, hands still in mine, leading me to 
the center of the group.  There was muted, 
respectful, cheering, and quite, sensual murmurs.  
I noticed a lot of hands playing with a lot of 
different things, but my attention was soon 
focused on entirely on Cindy, realizing that 
things were about to change between us.

I smiled at her, then embraced her, her breasts 
and skin so soft against me.  I breathed in her 
ear.  "Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life," 
she said.

"I don't have any protection," I whispered.

"Everyone in this room is clean," she said, 
mashing her chest against me.  They were like the 
sweetest, softest pillows in existence.

"Who told you that?" I asked.  "How would they 
know?"

Her lips grazed my neck, just below my ear.  
"Mark told me."

"When?"

"When Mandy first took of your panties and you, 
um, did her," she said.  Her small, even teeth 
nipped my ear.

Her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down.  
I stayed where I was, breathed in the sweet smell 
of her perfume, whispered, "Are you protected?"

Her tongue flicked into my ear, her hands ran 
down my back, squeezed the cheeks of my ass.  
"Since freshman year of college."  She pushed 
down again, and I relented, pausing to nibble at 
her delicate collar bone, then running my tongue 
over her breast.  I heard a moan, not from Cindy, 
but a deep, baritone moan of a man.  I kept 
running my tongue lower, down the gentle slope of 
her breast, feeling her breathing, shallow and 
uneven, felt her nipple glance against my chin.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.  I heard a distant 
voice, something about the game being just about 
over, but about then Cindy's hands clamped over 
my head as my tongue reached her nipple.

I sensed a presence next to us, heard a muffled 
voice that sounded like Selene's.  "Keep going," 
she told us.  "Take as long as you like."

Then I heard Cindy speak, her voice wavering and 
uneven, sounding strangely muffled as well.  
"What's wrong?" she said, sounding disappointed.  
I nibbled on her teat, ever so tenderly.  Her 
voice hitched.  "Are we stopping?"

"Not really," Selene said.  I felt a third hand, 
gentle on my back, slowly tracing nails across 
it.  I turned my head, Cindy's nipple still in my 
mouth, saw Selene standing right next to us, she 
glanced down at me.  "Don't stop," she told me.

"We're just gonna bring in some air mattresses," 
she told Cindy.  "For the rest of us."

I let Cindy's tit pop out of my mouth.  It felt 
wet against my lips.  Cindy's hands shifted, 
freeing one of my ears.  Cheek against the soft 
pillow of Cindy's bosom, I asked Selene, "What's 
happening?"

Cindy's hand pressed my head once more against 
her breast, and my mouth nibbled just inside of 
her areola.  I could feel her lungs fill with 
air, and her hand ran to the back of my head.

My view blocked by Cindy's boobs, I closed my 
eyes once more.  "Everyone's getting ready to 
play," Selene answered simply.  "Just keep up the 
show.  Some of us are still watching."

I actually found the idea a little exciting.  I 
heard the soft swishing sounds of air mattresses 
against carpet, sounds of deep murmurs and happy 
sighs, a little wet smacking of unidentified body 
parts doing unknown things to other mysterious 
body parts.  Soon, however, I was engrossed once 
more in Cindy, nuzzling the sensitive skin 
between her breasts, enjoying the quiet sighs and 
quickened breath of her response, hypnotized by 
the play of her fingers running through my hair.  
Hot, sultry blood pounded in my ears, and soon, 
my world consisted only of Cindy.

I kissed, nibbled, licked and sucked my way over 
and across Cindy's other perky breast, lavishing 
special attention on her other nipple.  My hands 
cupped the gentle swells on the outside, finger 
tips and nails running languidly up and down her 
chest and along the outside.  I felt her fingers 
splay against my hair, press my face more tightly 
against her.  "Harder," she breathed.

My hands squeezed, and I was rewarded by an 
uneven, rasping sigh, and I took her nipple 
between my lips and took a long, deep pull.  
"Oooh!" she cried out, hands tightening on my 
hair, tugging.  There was some soft distant 
chuckling.  I released the suction, then drew on 
it again.  Cindy murmured her approval, sighing 
as I gripped her other breast forcefully.

I flicked my tongue repeatedly against her 
nipple, then drug my lips lower, leaving a moist 
trail of saliva as moved down, to the succulent 
underside of her breast, then onto the wide, flat 
expanse of her belly.  My other hands cupped her 
breast, feeling my cooling saliva on her skin, 
gently, I began kneading both breasts, gradually 
becoming slightly more forceful as she made 
approving sounds deep in her throat.  I looked 
up, catching her eyes,  heard a clicking sound 
that I couldn't identify.  I didn't pay it mind.

"Will you. um.," her voice was a barely audible 
whisper above me.

I kissed her belly gently, then looked up at her 
again.  "Yes?" I whispered back.

"Use your mouth, down there?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?"

She nodded, eyes glistening.  I noticed the smell 
of burning wax, then the lights went out, and we 
were awash in candle light.  The play of shadows 
over her pale flesh, pink at her throat and 
chest, ivory across her breasts and belly, made 
my breath catch in my throat.  Shadows played on 
the walls, erotic profiles of bodies in sensual 
motion, couples kissing, couples coupled, couples 
embracing.  I gently kissed her skin again, 
turning my eyes to hers, extending my tongue and 
running it slowly towards her navel.

She shivered with excitement, her hands against 
my arms, running up towards my shoulders.  I was 
squatting now, and I shifted to my knees.  My 
hands, which had left off their vigorous kneading 
to tease and play with her nipples, slowly 
slipped down off her breasts, across her navel, 
to her waist, touching the slight bumps that were 
the tops of her exposed pelvic bones, till at 
last they found the denim waist line of her hip 
huggers.

Hands pressed flat, I ran them over her pelvis 
and down her thighs, then back up, pressing 
gently but insistently, moving them in a sensuous 
rhythm that belied the rising passion I felt.  My 
tongue came to her belly button, ran teasingly 
around it, then I placed my mouth against it, 
lips parting slightly to allow my tongue to flick 
at it.  I heard another contented sigh from 
above.

The memory of Selene's voice rang in my ears.  
Take as long as you like.  Then Jessica's, soft 
and lusty in the blissful heat of union.  Hold 
off for as long as you can.  A dull ache in my 
balls reminded me how patient I had been.  I 
decided it could wait a little while longer, and 
took a tiny fold of flesh just below Cindy's 
belly button between my teeth, sucking hard.  
Cindy gasped with surprise.  I ran my palms 
outward, over her hips, and around, till I was 
gripping her tiny, firm ass.  I squeezed her 
cheeks vigorously, and Cindy let out a tiny 
"Oooh," in delighted surprise.

I nibbled lower, kissing the place where her 
belly slopped inward, enjoying the warm, clean 
scent of her skin, the silky softness of the pale 
skin, so subtly tanned that it took the exposure 
of her breasts to reveal it.  I gripped her butt, 
pressing her pelvis into my face, sucking flesh 
hard between my teeth again, then gnawing 
slightly.   Cindy let out a long, quiet groan.

I let the sensitive flesh escape, ran my tongue 
gently over the spot, slipped my hands back 
around her hips, up to the bare skin of her 
belly, then gently dipping down across the 
covered pelvis below.  I kissed higher, as on 
hand moved lower and in, crossing over her 
pelvis, down into her crotch, fingers pressing 
upwards against the space between her legs.

I felt the muscles in her stomach flutter against 
my lips in response.  I ran my other hand 
upwards, towards her breasts again, pressed one 
flat and drug my palm across her nipple, the skin 
of my palm brushing roughly against the sensitive 
tit.  There was a sharp intake of breath from 
Cindy as my palm passed over it, then a gentle 
groan as my palm gave the same treatment to her 
other breast.

I kissed her navel once more, enjoying the silky 
softness of her skin, nuzzling against it gently 
after I teasingly ran my nose rapidly over her 
belly button.  I  extended my tongue to give her 
a long, juicy lick as I moved my palm down from 
her breast, brushing the undersides with my 
finger tips as I my hand back across.  I ran my 
palm south, drawing it down across the outside of 
her belly, fingers spread inwards, towards her 
navel, as I moved down.

My other hand was still rubbing upwards between 
her thighs, and they were still quivering 
slightly.  I leaned back away from her belly, 
seeing wet trails sparkling where my mouth and 
tongue had moved along her skin, one hand's 
fingers now resting between hip huggers and skin, 
the other gently rubbing the heat that was 
Cindy's womanhood.  That hand I moved reluctantly 
away from her, brought it up to her waist, and 
found her zipper.

I looked up at her, eyebrow raised.  She bit her 
lower lip, nodded.  Her eyes were brimming with 
lust, large pupils glistening with tiny candle 
flames.

Hands shaking, I slowly moved the catch of the 
zipper down, exposing ivory skin, then tufts of 
blonde pubic hair.  Once opened, I reached up to 
her hips, slipped my fingers on her waist line, 
and tugged down.  Cindy wiggled her hips a little 
to help get them started, and suddenly, they were 
sliding down her long, lithe legs, thighs 
flickering pale in the candlelight, her mons 
pubis now visible to me for the first time.

I ran my hands up and down her naked thighs, her 
skin so silky, so smooth, it was also 
hypnotically pleasurable to touch.  My hands ran 
up the flanks of her hips, then across her 
delightfully taunt buttocks, which I kneaded once 
more.  Cindy's shuddering intake of breath as I 
ran a finger between her cheeks caused us both to 
smile at one another.

Hands still gripping her ass, I kissed the hair 
above her labia, marveling at Cindy's musky 
scent, enjoying the tickle of her hair against my 
lips and nose.  I moved lower slightly, kissing 
again.  "Ummm," Cindy said.

I moved a little lower, kissing something 
slightly damp and salty.  I felt a muscle in her 
buttocks twitch.  Hesitantly, I moved a little 
lower, kissed the upper folds of her labia, felt 
her thighs against my cheeks.  Cindy made a 
hopeful mewling sound.  I opened my lips slowly, 
tentatively extending my tongue.  I had no idea 
how this was going to taste, or what the hell I 
was doing, but I had the feeling this was how it 
was done.  My tongue touched hair, then moist, 
salty, tangy skin, and I felt Cindy's thighs, 
soft and sensuous against my cheeks, suddenly 
quake violently.   "Oh my God," she cried out, 
her hands suddenly gripping my shoulders for 
support.  I immediately withdrew my tongue, but 
her thighs were clamped hard against my cheeks, 
so I found it difficult to pull back.

Slowly, the pressure eased, and Cindy released 
the pressure on my shoulders.  "I think I'd 
better lay down for this," she said, breathless.  
She stepped out of her pants, her long, pale legs 
prettier than any one else's in the room, her 
blonde pubic hair almost like a transparent veil 
over her labia.  

"Am I doing something wrong?" I asked.

She shook her head.  "No," she said with a heady 
sigh.  "It just feels really good.  I wasn't 
expecting it to feel that good."

I gave Cindy a moment to catch her breath, 
glancing around the room for a moment.  Mark sat 
sated, watching Cindy and I, a blanket draped 
over his legs.  Mandy laying next to him, trying 
to pull something off her lips.  Only a tiny 
corner of the blanket draped over her hip.  Long 
legs, slightly more meaty that Cindy's, but very 
nice none-the-less, extended outwards in brazen 
disregard for modesty.  Her breasts were also 
bare.

Selene and Frank were laying on their sides, 
Selene with her back to him, blocking most of him 
from view.  They were spooning, one hand propped 
to keep his head up, the other gently cupping one 
of Selene's perky little breasts.  Their eyes 
were intently watching us.  Frank's shirt and 
briefs lay discarded on the floor, and I could 
see their hips moving against one another, at a 
slow, leisurely pace.

Next to them, rutting furiously, bare ass towards 
me, her legs spread wide and lewdly, was Anna and 
Tom.

Finally, I turned completely around, and saw 
Jessica and Jeff, her hand in his briefs, his 
hand between her legs, her skirt bunched up 
around her waist, no longer concealing a thing.  
Neither one seemed to be moving their hands with 
any sense of urgency, instead, it was a slow, 
gentle, loving motion, as if they wanted the 
sensation to last forever.  They, too, were 
watching us, luminous eyes glistening and dancing 
in the dim candlelight.