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 Author: Norm DaPlume
Title: Poker with the Boys
Summary: This short story is about a friendly game of poker between some
friends and family.  Guess what happens!

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   Poker with the Boys

   By Norm DaPlume

   Everything I write is autobiographical, except that most of it never
happened.  Norm DaPlume

   Chapter 1 - I Come Home Unexpectedly.

   The movie was terrible.  It was the first time that my wife and I ever
walked out of a theatre before the end of the show.  I checked my watch. 
It had been less than half an hour since we had walked in there, but it
seemed like a whole lot longer.  One thing was sure, we wouldn't be buying
the video.

   Wanda, my wife, decided to go visit her girlfriend, Pepper.  I went
directly home.  I was anxious to check out some new videos I had purchased
online: "Wrath of the Tightens" and "How to Train Your Snake." When I got
inside the house, I let the door shut behind me.  It did, but a breeze kept
it from making any sound.  I started for the stairway to where our bedroom
was, in order to change out of my good clothes and then watch the videos.
In truth, I wasn't really planning to change clothes, just to remove the
one's I was wearing.
As I passed the living room, there was a sudden rustle of activity, as
some people in the living room, startled by my unexpected intrusion began

moving furtively.

   I looked inside the living room and saw that my twelve-year-old son Tad,
and my eleven-year-old daughter Mandy, were inside there with four guests.
As I surveyed the room, I saw that my son was shirtless, stripped down to
his pants.  My daughter was wearing her pants, her blouse and one sock.

   Another girl of about thirteen, who I'd seen before but whose name I
didn't know, was holding her hands over her naked breasts, covering herself
up as well as she could.  The girl had more cleavage than could possibly
fit behind her dainty hands and the pale white flesh was spilling out all
over.  She was sitting with her legs under the table, attempting to hide
herself.  Our table, with its clear glass tabletop hid nothing.  In fact,
it revealed that she was mostly stripped, down stairs as well, and a great
amount of pubic hair was discernible through her opaque panties.

   All of the other people in the room were in varying states of nudity. 
They included my son's eleven-year-old girlfriend Onya and my daughter's
eleven-year-old boyfriend Derry.  There was another guy, Jerry, a
fourteen-year-old whom I also knew and who was coincidentally the son of
Pepper, my wife's friend.  I say coincidentally because Pepper was the
woman who Wanda (my wife) had gone to visit that night.  It was my guess
that the young lady with the large breasts was his girlfriend.

   On the magazine table in front of them, a number of cards were spread
out.  There was an assortment of clothing on the side of the table.  Shoes,
socks, laces, shirts some belts and a bra.

   "Who's winning?" I asked, a playful smirk on my face.

   My son tried to answer.  "Uh, we were...." He paused searching for some
way to explain everything, that wouldn't include the words 'Strip poker'.

   I waited amusedly, watching him and everyone else at the table squirming
and turning red.  "Well?" I asked, sounding like a teacher does, after
calling on a pupil who has not read the chapter.

   "We were...  uh ...We were trying on each other's clothing?" He asked,
looking to see if I was going to buy his alibi.

   "Of course you were.  Deal me in." I said, with a knowing smile on my
face.

   "That's not fair, dad.  You're all dressed and we've been playing for a
while.

   I looked at my watch.  It was seven o'clock and I didn't expect Wanda to
be home until after eleven.  That gave us four hours, three and a half to
be on the safe side.  "Well," I said, I can take off some of my clothes and
join you, or you can put your clothes back on and we can start over.  Which
do you think would be better?" I asked.

   "But dad, It's going to take all night if we start over." Said Tad.

   "I have an idea." I said.  "We can save some time by betting on our
hands.  We each start with five dollars in chips and make quarter, half,
seventy five and one dollar bets on our hands."

   "The game ends at ten thirty or whenever everybody agrees to quit, but
not until then.  You have to ante up for every game whether you play in it
or not.  Until then, whoever loses all of their chips, must pay three
articles of clothing to buy back into the game, and they must always buy
back into the game when they lose.  If you don't have enough clothing, you
owe the clothing."

   I continued.  "When a person must buy back their chips, the person who
gives them the chips, can put one article of clothing back on, or they can
make the person he gives the chips to, do 'something' to get the chips. 
The person who has the most chips on hand at that time, gets to give them
the chips and to demand the 'something'."

   "'Do something?' Like what?" Asked Derry, my daughter's boyfriend.

   "Something like make them dance for a minute, bend over and grab their
ankles for a minute, spread their legs apart as wide as they can for a
minute.  For one minute, you can make them let you to touch them anywhere
you want, outside of their clothing or anywhere they are not wearing
clothing.  But you can't touch them underneath any clothing they may be
wearing.  Also you can make them take off one additional article of
clothing as the 'something'." I said.

   "What about the people who owe the clothing?" Asked my son, intrigued.

   "They have to do one 'something' for whoever won the pot for each piece
of clothing they owe." I said.

   Some of the kids were a little reluctant, but eventually, they all
agreed and everybody put their clothing back on.  I got out the chips and
brought an extra chair to the table.

   I sat down between Cyrina (the girl with the large breasts) and my
daughter, Mandy.  Cyrina seemed more comfortable now that she was wearing
clothing again.  I noticed that she kept staring through the glass tabletop
at my erection, which had formed when I walked into the room.  She seemed
more than a little interested.  I figured maybe I'd let her get a better
look at it later on in the game.

   "We all agree, then?  No leaving the game until ten thirty or until
everybody agrees to stop playing?  It has to be unanimous, right?"

   "Everybody agreed and I distributed our chips.

   We each got eight white 'quarter' chips and three blue 'dollar' chips.
"That's five dollars each.  By the way, you can't raise more than a dollar
at a time." I said.

   (Perhaps I should mention here, that I attend a regular poker game on
Thursday nights with my friends and I almost always come away ahead.  I
guess I should also have mentioned that fact to the naive and innocent kids
at the table, but my libido got the best of me and somehow, that small fact
remained unmentioned.)

   We each threw our fifty-cent antes into the kitty and I sat back in my
seat as my son shuffled and then dealt the cards.  Five card draw, deuces,
one eyed jacks and suicide kings wild, he said.

   I looked at my hand and then at my daughter trying to imagine what she
looked like under her clothes.  I hadn't seen her nude since she was three.
She was hardly anything to look at, at that time.  Now however, though she
was still slender, and hadn't done much in the way of breast development,
she was taller, about four foot ten, and way more beautiful.  Her long
blonde hair had become a crowning glory, enhancing her flawless face.  The
shiny streaked hair lay seductively and perfectly against her dimpled
cheeks.  I decided to aim my assault first at her, and then...  Then... 
And then at everybody else.  I felt lucky, in more ways than one, that
night.

   In my hand I had four clubs with the king of clubs high.  I knew I'd be
okay staying in the game, and threw down two quarter chips.  Everybody
matched the fifty cents, but then my daughter raised a quarter.  I looked
at her carefully.  She had this slight smile on her face.  It suggested to
me that she had something worth betting on.  With all those wild cards, she
could have had anything.  I matched her raise and casually drew one card.
Mandy kept her hand.

   I drew a ace of clubs, which filled out my ace high flush.  I smiled
inwardly, being careful not to tip anybody as to my satisfaction with my
hand.  Outwardly, my lips were slightly downturned.  I had practiced this
face in the mirror as had I practiced all of the faces I used in poker.  I
threw another fifty cents in the pot and Derry, my daughter's boyfriend and
Tad, my son, dropped out.  I was expecting that my daughter would bump me.
She did.  She threw down a dollar.  "Raise you another fifty cents." She
said.  The look on her face made me pause.

   I was already in the game for a dollar seventy-five.  As I looked around
the table, I didn't see much in the way of confidence in the other players.
I was pretty sure they were going to drop out.  All except for Mandy, my
daughter.  She looked pretty certain that she was going to win the pot.  I
figured that I needed to see what she was holding in order to gauge the
sort of player she was, besides, a flush is a pretty good hand.  "I call."
I said, seeing her raise.  Cyrina, Jerry, her boyfriend and Onya, my son's
girlfriend, dropped out, as I had expected.

   I looked at Mandy.  She was smiling.  "Full house." She declared,
dropping a pair of queens, a pair of threes and the jack of spades onto the
table.  "What have you got?"

   "Not as good as that." I said, folding my cards.

   "Aren?t you going to show me?" She asked.

   I wanted her to think I was bluffing, so I answered "Maybe next time." I
threw my hand over to Tad who straightened the deck out and handed it to
Onya.

   Onya began shuffling.  As I watched her preparing the deck I looked at
her beautiful body.  This was not the first time I had done that to Onya. I
had secretly watched Onya moving within her clothes on a number of
occasions.  Being Tad's girlfriend, she was a frequent guest at our house
and I was positive that she and my son were intimate.  I had heard them
through his bedroom door on more than one occasion, and I had little doubt.
Now, I was hoping to explore the regions with which he was apparently so
familiar and learn the secrets that I expected only he knew.

   When my attention returned to the game, I realized that Onya was
watching me watching her.  So was Tad.  I turned away and Onya declared
"seven-card stud, nothing wild." Then she began distributing the cards.

   I smiled inwardly again.  Seven-card stud was my game.  Not only was I
good at playing it, I was lucky.  Onya dealt me a pair of fours down and a
ten face up.  I looked around the board.  The ten was high.  I opened for
twenty five cents.  I looked at Mandy for her bid.  To my surprise, Mandy
was looking directly into my eyes.  I don't think she even saw my 'well
practiced' face which was a deceptive 'I don't have anything, I'm just
opening to see who drops out' face.  Nor did she appear to be looking at my
hand, which admittedly was only showing one card.

   Mandy immediately raised me fifty cents.  Derry, Mandy's boyfriend
paused a minute and then joined the pot.  That left him with a dollar
fifty. Tad laid seventy-five cents down, and so did Onya.  Jerry and Cyrina
both dropped out.  I had my pair of fours underneath, Mandy had an eight on
board.  I wasn't going to drop out yet.  I placed the additional fifty
cents in the pot and waited for the next card.

   Onya turned over five cards.  Derry got an Ace.  Tad, my son, got a six.
Onya got a six.  I got a second ten.  Mandy got a nine.  She already had a
seven.

   Still high on board and holding tow pair, but having only a dollar left,
I passed.  Mandy didn't.  She opened for a dollar.  That was all I had. 
Derry dropped out, folding his cards and throwing them in, near the pile of
chips.  Tad also dropped out.  Onya tossed a blue chip into the pile.  She
had a queen and a seven on board.

   Frustrated, I tossed my last dollar onto the pot.  Onya flipped three
cards over.  I got a six, which was no help for me.  Onya received a ten,
my card.  She didn't look too happy about it, though.  Mandy got a seven.
She appeared delighted, working on a straight it seemed.  My pair of tens
was still high, but being out of chips, I rather hoped that everybody would
pass after I did.  No such luck.  "Can I bid two dollars?" Mandy asked,
smiling deceptively.

   "Dollar limit." I answered, that was when I realized that she was
playing with me, rattling my cage.  Mandy, it seemed, had a natural sense
about her.  An intuitive understanding about poker, like her 'old man'.

   Mandy dropped a blue chip onto the pile.  Onya looked at her chips. 
Then she looked at her cards.  A look of hopelessness came over her face as
she folded her hand and placed the cards down in front of her.

   Mandy looked at me.  "It'll cost you three pieces of clothing to stay
in," she said, smiling with a look that I had never seen on her face
before. She was enjoying it.  I was being humiliated by my own daughter and
she was enjoying doing it.  Figuring that I would catch up later, I removed
both of my shoelaces and one shoe.  Then Mandy pushed a pile of chips over
to my spot and said, I want to feel you up wherever I want to now, for my
'something'.

   I turned very red.  I had anticipated doing this to Mandy, but never the
other way around.

   Mandy stood up, and then she ordered me to stand up.  My boner was
sticking up in my pants, nearly across the table.  I was embarrassed to no
end, but rules were rules so, I bravely submitted myself to my
eleven-year-old daughter.

   She went right for the jugular, too.  She brought one of her hands
around my back and slid it between my ass cheeks forming a wedgie in my
pants.  Then, with her other hand she grabbed the material covering my pork
sausage firmly and squeezed the meat.

   At first my face turned a deep shade of scarlet.  I was acutely aware of
the crowd of kids sitting in front of me, excitedly watching my daughter
playing with my body.  Then she began rubbing the area between my ass
cheeks.  This was a most intense moment.  Not only was the sensation
wonderful and I couldn't admit it, but my own daughter was debasing me in
front of my son and their friends.  I wondered if I would ever live this
down.

   Then, she moved her hand from my ass, over to my balls and began feeling
them up through my pants.  She was being a little rough, but it wasn't
terrible.  Suddenly, she began pulling the foreskin of my penis back and
forth while still feeling up my balls, and my embarrassment gave way to
absolute, erotic pleasure.  I became blinded by the unbelievable sensation
and all of the kids except my beautiful Mandy, disappeared from view.

   Mandy was more beautiful than ever and her hair appeared as a halo
surrounding her head.  My lower extremities began tingling and my balls
started feeling extra special.  Then, somebody said, "Your time is up." And
my daughter promptly removed her hands from my body.

   Oh my God!

   I wished then that I had made the rule that you got to do the
'something' for two minutes instead of just one.  Mandy had stopped feeling
me up and I couldn't finish the job myself without embarrassment.  I would
have to wait, with blue balls, until at least the next round, to complete
the activity.  I tossed a blue chip onto the pile and Onya tossed a card
onto each of our hands.  I got an ace.  (No help.) Mandy got a five.  Mandy
now had five, seven, eight, nine showing.  Her face brightened up and she
smiled lightly.  Damn, if she didn't look like she was trying to confuse me
as to whether or not she had a straight.  And she was successful; she had
confused me, I wasn't sure.

   My pair of tens being high, I opened for a dollar.  Mandy bumped me a
dollar.  Frustrated again, I decided to call her out and find out what that
smile meant.  Onya tossed us each a card face down.  I got a five.  That
left me with two pair.  What the hell, I figured, both Onya and Tad had
gotten sixes earlier and I had one on board.  So there was only one six
unaccounted for, lowering the possibilities that Mandy had the straight.  I
tossed a dollar onto the pot.  Mandy smiled as she laid two blue chips down
"Raise." She said.

   "'In for a penny, in for a pound'" I thought.  I tossed my last chip
onto the pot.  "What have you got, honey?" I asked.

   Mandy laid down a ten and a jack from her hand.  She had gotten a
straight after all.  She wasn't bluffing.

   Damn.  Lost again.

   Mandy said "That will be three more pieces of clothing." I removed my
other shoe and my socks.  Then she pushed another pile of chips over to my
spot.  "And take off another piece of clothing as 'my something'." She
said.





   Chapter 2 - Onya Loses It.

   The game went on.  The piles went up and down, I had managed to recover
some the chips I had lost at first.  Derry, Cyrina, Jerry and Onya weren't
so lucky.

   After an hour and a half of play, Mandy my eleven-year-old daughter had
about six bucks.  She had lost her shoes, her socks and her belt.  She
wasn't wearing a bra so she chose to remove her pants instead of her shirt.
Her 'camel toe' was quite evident and attractive through her tight,
translucent pink panties.  I kept turning around to see it.  She turned red
each time I did.  She kept trying to cover herself up with her hands, but
she was unable to cover herself when she had to pick up her cards, and I
took full advantage of that.

   Derry, my daughter's eleven-year-old boyfriend, had only about two
dollars left.  He was wearing only his boxers.  An obvious boner was
evident beneath them.  Although Cyrina and Onya kept staring at him through
the glass tabletop, Mandy kept her eyes on me.

   Thirteen-year-old Cyrina, the girlfriend of Pepper's son, Jerry, was
down to her bra and panties.  She had about two dollars at that point.

   Onya, my son's eleven-year-old girlfriend, was wearing only her pants.
She had chosen to take her shirt off instead of her pants.  Because, like
Mandy, she wasn't wearing a bra, but she decided that there was less to
show on top than she had below.  Her tiny nipples were hard and showed
prominently against her totally undeveloped breasts and light areolas. 
Onya had only fifty cents in her pile.  Her voice kept faltering and
cracking as she continually asked whether everybody wanted to end the game
yet.

   Tad my twelve-year-old son, was still wearing his pants, his briefs and
an undershirt.  He had about two dollars left.

   Jerry, my son's fourteen-year-old friend, was wearing only his boxers.
He had two fifty in front of him, but he didn't appear worried.  He
definitely would have thought twice if he knew what I was thinking of doing
to him for my 'something' if I provided him with more chips.

   I was wearing only my pants and boxers, but I wasn't worried either.  I
had been waiting until now to make my move.  I had about twenty dollars in
my pile.  I was already learning the answer to something I had long
wondered about.  What mysteries lay beneath the clothing that Onya, my
son's girlfriend wore.  I was looking forward to finding out more of what
my son sees in her and to learning about the joys he finds within her.  As
soon as she paid the ante for the next game, the fifty cents in chips she
had, was going to be gone.  She would need to strip her two pieces of
clothing to buy new chips.  And, she would still owe two pieces of
clothing.

   (I shouldn't admit it, but I do the laundry at our house, and whenever I
do a load of my daughter's laundry, I steal the grungiest pair of her
panties that I can find, and replace it with the last one I stole.  These I
hide in my dresser drawer and when my wife goes out, I sniff and taste them
until the aroma and flavor, wear out.)

   I had never before dared to believe that I would ever actually learn
about the organs which created these savory aromas and tasty flavors.  Or
to learn firsthand, what secrets lay beneath the clothing my daughter wore,
but boy, was I ever ready to learn about them.  When she chose to remove
her pants instead of her shirt I got tremendously excited.  I watched in
awe as she stuck her thumbs into her belt loops and shyly brought down inch
after inch of her tight faded blue jeans.

   (It was also not uncommon, on washday, for me to take one of Mandy's
pairs of jeans and wear it over my head, breathing until the moisture of my
breath warmed the pheromones absorbed by the material in the crotch of her
pants.  Then I would masturbate dreaming of her snatch in the dark of her
pants.  Now I could actually envision doing this for real.) Though I
considered it, I decided not to place Mandy's pants over my head in front
of this audience.

   I became tremendously turned on when I saw what she was wearing
underneath.  She had on some sheer, pink panties that showed more than she
had bargained for.  I remembered tasting that pair on several occasions.  I
exhaled deeply and had trouble breathing back in.

   Then there was Cyrina the busty thirteen-year-old girlfriend of
fourteen-year-old Jerry.  I could hardly wait for her to burn through the
two dollars she had left in front of her.  I figured I would try to bluff
my way through the next game, connive her last chips from her and leave
both her and Onya completely nude and owing one piece of clothing each.  I
was expecting to win the game and buy them both back in with some of my
twenty dollars.

   My mind reeled as I tried to conceive what I was going to make them do
for the clothing they owed me (my 'somethings').  The suspense was too
great.  I just couldn't decide.  I'd figure it out later, after the hand
was over.  First, I needed to win the hand.

   We each dropped fifty cents into the kitty.  It was Onya's deal.  She
nervously shuffled the cards, dropping several to the floor.  "Five card
draw." She said.  "Nothing wild." Her voice was wavering again and it took
a long time for her to deal the five cards, because her hands were
trembling so.

   Jerry bid first.  He passed trying to conserve his funds.  Cyrina passed
also.  I bid one dollar.  Mandy dropped a dollar into the pool and Derry
folded.  Tad folded, his face was a mixture of uncertainty and
hopelessness, knowing that Onya was going to be completely nude after the
hand.  Onya was already broke.  I told her that I'd square off with her
after the hand.  Tears of embarrassment began quietly accumulating in the
corners of her eyes.  Jerry folded and so did Cyrina.

   I looked at Onya impassively and told her that I wanted two cards. 
Mandy asked Onya for three cards.  After receiving her cards, Mandy
brightened up.  I stared at her grimly and dropped another dollar in the
pot.  Mandy saw my dollar and raised a dollar.  I dropped two dollars in,
raising her another dollar.  Mandy stared up at my face.  Clearly written
on it, was the fact that I was going to raise her until she ran out of
chips.  When that happened, she would have to strip and then she would have
to do whatever I wanted her to do.  Instead of engaging in a bidding war
that she couldn't possibly win, Mandy simply called my raise.

   "What do you have?" She asked.

   I'd been bluffing.  I had ace high.

   "Shit!" Said Mandy.  She too had been bluffing.  When she threw down her
hand, she had nothing, with king high.

   I raked in the pile of chips.

   Onya was sobbing more loudly now.  "I'm sorry," I said, "but you know
the rules."

   Trembling, Onya sadly and slowly removed her tight faded blue jeans. 
They came down readily, revealing tight panties, which clearly showed the
outline of her vagina.  Her apparently bald pubic area showed revealingly
through the light material.  Tad, my son, seemed quite disturbed at that
point.  Onya looked up at me pleadingly.  I stared down at her impassively,
shaking my head, "No.  You shouldn't have agreed to play if you didn't want
to, now it's too late to stop."

   Onya said, "All right, be that way." Suddenly she yanked the panties
completely off, spread her legs really far apart and showed a tiny little
twat, lightly covered with downy hair.  She looked at me angrily and said,
"Is this what you want?  Huh?  This what you want?" Next, she reached down,
pulled on her labia majora, prying them apart like a deck of cards,
displaying a perfect pair of 'ham flaps' within.

   These were beautiful, wrinkled on the outside, perfectly smooth inside,
like a pair of pink, dried apricot halves with brownish fringes.  They were
thick, long and they covered the entrance to her vagina from her clitoris
at the top, to her perineum at the bottom end.  I was speechless.  All I
could think about, was what did they taste like?

   Before I could say anything, she turned around showed her beautiful,
absolutely perfect ass and shook it, saying, "Is that what you want?  Huh?"
Onya then bent over and pulled her ass cheeks apart revealing her wrinkled
brown dimple.  I thought to myself, "Oh yes Onya, that's what I want." But
I said nothing.

   I really wanted to taste the inside of her incredible crotch.  But after
dancing and displaying herself as she had, I decided to be generous and
'let her off easy'.  But before I did, though, I wanted to find something
out.  I had her lie on her back on the table and spread her legs apart. 
Then I had her spread her labia minora apart while I looked inside with a
tiny LED flashlight that I always carried.  As I had suspected, Onya was no
stranger to Captain Winky.  I looked up at my son from the depths of her
vagina, smiling.  Tad blushed slightly, then he stood up proud and straight
and smiled back at me.

   I decided that her having danced for me probably could count as 'doing
something' for the extra article of clothing she owed me, and showing me
the inside of her trim, beautiful cunt definitely counted as a 'something'.
I gave the chips to her willingly.  I figured I had gotten what I wanted,
having explored the regions with which my son was obviously familiar and
learned the secrets only he knew, but which were now known to everybody at
the table.  I guess that they were no longer much of a secret.  For now, I
was happy.  Besides, the night was young.  (And so were the players.) I
would chip away at the five dollars I had given her soon enough and she
would be mine again.

   I felt a little sorry for Onya, she seemed so innocent and nobody else
had, as yet, been totally denuded.  But despite the sounds that I had heard
happening inside of my son's bedroom, until I actually looked inside of
Onya, I wasn't completely certain that she wasn't a virgin.  I guess I
could have asked my son, I realize now that he would have been frank enough
and proud enough to tell me.







   Chapter 3 - I Win, and I Win, and I Win.

   By this point in the game, Mandy, my eleven-year-old daughter, was
wearing a shirt, with no bra underneath, and a pair of panties.  Derry,
Mandy's eleven-year-old boyfriend was down to his boxers.  He had an
erection but it didn't seem very big.  It stuck out about four inches and
didn't seem much thicker than half an inch.  Tad, my eleven year old son
wore a pair of pants over his briefs and an undershirt.  He had an
erection, and it seemed quite a bit thicker than Derry's, but not
necessarily longer.  Mandy, Derry and Tad each had a dollar fifty.

   Jerry was wearing only his boxers.  He too had an erection.  Of the
three boys, his appeared to be the largest.  It was about six inches long
and was perhaps three quarters of an inch thick.  Jerry had a dollar in
chips.  Cyrina, Jerry's girlfriend had two dollars in chips and was wearing
only her panties.  She once again, had her hands over her ample breasts. 
Onya my son's girlfriend was naked, but had just received five dollars in
chips from me.  That meant that she was the only one who could bet against
me and not risk going bust.  I was wearing only my pants and boxers, but I
had twenty two fifty in chips and an obvious seven plus inch hard-on about
an inch and a quarter or so wide.  It was about to tear through the
material of my pants.  It was just a matter of time before the fifty-cent
ante everybody was forced to kick in for each hand burned through his or
her holdings, and their clothing.

   It was eight thirty five.  That meant that there was a little less than
two hours left to play before I expected my wife to come home.  I was
looking forward to a good time.  Jerry suggested we all quit.  I pointed
out that everybody had agreed to play until ten thirty or until everybody
agreed to quit.  We took a vote and naturally, I did not agree.  Neither to
my surprise, did Onya.  Onya seemed a little miffed that everybody would
try to back out before she had gotten her revenge.  Anyhow, the vote not
being unanimous, everybody continued playing.

   I knew that once everybody began losing their shirts, that the group
would become more and more intent on seeing everybody else become naked, so
it was unlikely that the game would be ending anytime in the near future.
Soon, the antes would burn through their sparse piles of chips and their
secrets would be mine.  I sat patiently watching their chips, their cards
and their bodies.

   Everybody reluctantly dropped fifty cents into the kitty and Jerry
dealt. He declared five card draw, 'jacks or better' to open.  This was an
attempt on his part to delay the inevitable.  He dealt out the cards, and
Cyrina, Mandy, Derry, Tad and I passed.  Onya opened for a dollar.  Jerry's
ploy wouldn't actually have worked out for him even if everybody had
passed, because the next round would have required everyone to ante again.
In any case, Cyrina folded.  I saw Onya's dollar and raised a dollar. 
Mandy placed two dollars in the pot, Derry and Tad folded.  Onya dropped a
dollar in and Jerry began distributing cards.  I took three.  Mandy took
three.  Onya kept hers.  I dropped a dollar in the pot.  Mandy saw the
dollar.  Onya raised fifty cents.  I raised her, a dollar.  Mandy dropped
in her last dollar fifty.  Onya dropped in hers.

   Onya looked at Mandy dead on and said, "Let's see what you got."

   When I looked carefully at Onya I realized that she wasn't looking at
Mandy's cards when she said 'Let's see what you got,' she was looking at
her crotch.

   Smiling, Mandy dropped her cards.  She had three kings.  Nice hand, but
not nice enough, as it turned out.  I silently dropped my cards face down.
(Trips was good enough to beat me.)

   When Onya dropped her cards down.  She had a full house.  Threes over
sevens.

   Mandy's face turned red.  She got up and began to leave.  "You can?t
leave now said Onya, you have to take off your clothes.

   Mandy looked unhappy.  "I'm just going to pee first." She said.

   Onya said "Fine.  That's perfect.  That's what I want for my
'something'. And I want everybody else to watch, too." Onya no longer
sounded like the innocent girl who had so demurely and reluctantly denuded
herself earlier, she sounded catty, vindictive and maybe a little slutty.

   Mandy looked up at me, sadly.  I felt sorry for her.  She was after all
my daughter.  Had I not been the one who had taught her chastity celibacy,
modesty and virtue?  No, I wasn't the one.  Actually, it was my wife who
had done all that.  In either case, I had no idea whether or not she'd been
seen naked by other people before.  My best guess was that she was a virgin
and had never ever been seen naked by a boy before.

   I paused, deliberating over my answer.  To be fair, I had coerced Onya
into doing pretty much the same thing only minutes before, so it wouldn't
have been appropriate to allow Mandy to change the rules at that point. 
Besides, I was as anxious to see Mandy's concealed charms as was everybody
else.  "I'm sorry, but the rules are the rules." I said.

   Mandy paused, as if to compose herself, then she began to coyly remove
her blouse slowly.  She was not the defiant girl Onya had been.  She began
slipping her blouse off inch by inch.  Hardly an eye blinked as she did it.
Rather than delaying her shame, her stripper like actions only enticed the
group and we all watched her every move with salacious intent.  After
removing the blouse, Mandy tossed it across the room onto the pile of all
of our clothing and it glided slowly across like a burlesque dancer's boa.

   Then, Mandy rubbed her hands up and down her chest.  To my surprise, she
had small, budding breasts hiding under that shirt.  Small but discernible
and beautiful.  Unlike a full grown woman's breasts, there was no overhang
at the bottom of her breasts.  She had little volcano shaped breasts, round
and perfectly tapered like short, wide, cones, with light brown areolas and
nipples the size of baby aspirin.  Once again Mandy's attempts at delay
only enticed us as we watched her rubbing herself, spellbound, the group
breathing in synchrony.

   (You know, when you see someone like your daughter day to day, you don't
always notice the changes, which happen ever so slightly.  Then one day you
come home after not seeing her for a week, perhaps, and suddenly she
appears months older.  It was that revelation that I observed at that
moment.  My little nymph had grown up.)

   Onya looked at Mandy and began pointing to the ground.  Tears rolled
silently down Mandy's cheeks.  Mandy took one last look at me.  My heart
sank slightly as I realized that my eleven year old daughter was going to
be humiliated in front of her friends, not to mention her father.  Then I
thought about how much I wanted to see what treasures lay inside the space
between her legs, and I felt better.  I looked at Mandy and began pointing
to the ground.  Then everybody began pointing to the ground.

   Mandy's teary eyes took one last look into everybody else's eyes and
then she stuck her thumbs inside the elastic waistband of her panties. 
Slowly, but surely, Mandy's panties began sliding off her waist.  Everybody
watched in wonder as the space beneath her belly button became larger and
larger, until, the tip of a valley began showing longer, longer, longer.

   The crowd had circled around Mandy.  Tad and Derry were among those who
were behind her.  They both opened their mouths and their eyes widely.  I
could hear them exhale loudly.  I had a good idea what they were seeing.  I
had noticed many times through the tight jeans Mandy always wore, she had a
perfect ass.

   Mandy continued sobbing.  She ignored the sounds of lust behind her and
continued removing her panties, which by now were just to the point where
her legs joined.  As yet, Mandy still had her legs together.  We could see
her mons veneris, which was covered with a slightly heavier coat of hair
than Onya's was and which was somewhat longer, about the thickness and
length of arm hair.  I could imagine myself contentedly rubbing my hand
over that coat of hair the way one might pet a cat.

   Then, Mandy pulled the elastic band of her panties beneath the level
where her legs joined; her panties were still held tightly in her crotch,
as she continued to keep her legs together.  Once again, she looked into
the eyes of everybody there, and bit her lip.  Her face bore this look of
debasement that somehow, was unbelievably beautiful and sexy, as she
reluctantly spread her legs apart and allowed the panties to drop down,
quietly to the floor.

   Tad and Derry, who were watching from behind, immediately started
cheering when that happened.  Then they came around and took in the view at
the front of her body.

   "Now, you can pee." Said Onya, defiantly.  "C'mon guys." She said waving
everybody into the bathroom.  Everybody followed them into the bathroom.

   We have a large bathroom.  It's almost as if the builder had anticipated
a crowd of people using it all at once.  Everybody easily fit inside.  We
arranged ourselves around the toilet and Mandy sat down.  "Spread your
legs, Mandy, so everybody can see," said Onya, mischievously.

   Mandy spread her legs slightly.  Jerry and Tad complained that they
couldn't see, and demanded that Mandy spread her legs wider.  Mandy spread
her legs wider and we all peered inside.  Mandy had a wonderful vagina. 
Her mons veneris was lightly covered with what appeared to be fur.  Her
cream colored labia majora were also lightly covered with downy hair. 
Through them protruded medium sized reddish pink pussy lips lined with
maroon at the edges.  I smiled with admiration as I looked at them.  I was
proud of how beautifully she'd developed.

   Mandy reached inside the toilet bowl and spread her labia minora apart
in order to allow the stream to exit from her urethra unimpeded.  She
wasn't being slutty; she was just trying to keep the area from getting all
wet and messy.  Inside her labia minora it was deep red and smooth.  The
labia weren't real long, traveling only from her clitoris, which was light
pink, almost white and very...  uh...  clitorisy, to about half of the way
down to her perineum, (the nether region between her vagina and her
asshole).  But they were nice and thick.  Personally, I like thick labia
minora.

   Mandy's face and eyes were red from weeping.  She was also still
terribly embarrassed and her face was red from that.  Now, as she strained
to pee in front of everybody, she turned a deep shade of scarlet.  She was
obviously trying as hard as she could, but she just couldn't make herself
pee in front of all those people.  Everybody continued staring at her and
that didn't help.  Finally, a single drop came out.  Then two drops, then
three.  At last, a steady, though weak stream emerged and I stuck my
fingers into the stream and allowed the liquid to run over them.  Then I
stuck one of the fingers into my mouth.

   "What's it taste like?" Jerry asked me, surprised.

   "Piss." I said.  "Want to try?" Jerry passed on that.

   Eventually, Mandy finished pissing.  "Okay, show's over." She said
quietly.  She reached for some bathroom tissue and I stopped her.

   "Not yet.  I still get my 'something'." I said.  Mandy looked crushed.
Her own father.  How could he do this to her.  She began weeping again.

   "Okay, take it." She bawled.  "I've kept it intact for eleven years but
now, because of this stupid game, I have to give it to you.  Go ahead, take
it.  Rules are rules.  I'm probably going to lose it tonight anyway. 
Better you, than one of these morons."

   Actually, I just wanted to taste her, but the more I thought about it,
the more I wanted to take it.  And, she was right, she was, probably going
to be losing her cherry tonight, anyway.  While I hadn't realized it at
first, the restriction that the vote be 'unanimous' meant that it was
pretty much guaranteed that once the game started, it was going to play out
to its inevitable conclusion.  We were all going to lose our cherries
tonight; I, for one, was looking forward to losing mine.

   Mandy was also right about it being better that I would be doing it,
than one of them.  At least I knew how to do it gently.  The more I thought
about it, the more right it seemed.  Intellectually speaking, it was the
rational choice.  And my cock agreed.

   "You know that this is going to take longer than a minute, don't you?" I
asked.

   Mandy smiled wryly, then she looked up at me lovingly and held her arms
up to me, the way she used to do it when she was young and wanted me to
carry her.

   I lifted her gently up off the toilet.

   Urine was still dripping from her vagina.  It landed on my bare feet and
the floor.  I brought her over to the couch, I had Tad pull the cushions
off and open the sofa bed.  Then I gently laid her down.  Mandy had stopped
crying.  She seemed confident and secure in the knowledge that I, her
daddy, was going to do a gentle job of it.  Just like the times I had
removed her baby teeth, or pried splinters from her fingers.  Just the way
I had bandaged her up, all those times after she fell in the playground,
and the times I had cradled her when she got flu shots at the doctor.

   I removed my pants and shorts.  Everybody looked on with interest,
especially Cyrina, Jerry's girlfriend.  She stared intently at my huge
erection, which was larger than it had been on my wedding night.

   "First things first." I said.  "Spread your wings and let's get a look
at your beautiful hymen." Mandy looked around at everybody and decided she
didn't care who else was watching.  She had always been proud of her
cherry, anyway.  Showing it to everybody was like displaying a trophy.  I
felt the same way.  She spread her legs apart as far as she could.  "Now
hold your lips apart." I said.  Mandy pulled her lips wide apart.  She
turned red for a moment as she caught sight of everybody staring, but then
she shook it off.

   I got my LED flashlight out from my pants pocket and peeked inside.  I
had never seen a cherry before and I had never seen anything like it.  It
was beautiful.  Now I could see what was missing from the vista inside Onya
and my wife.  As beautiful as Onya's miniature vagina was, this was an even
more incredible sight.  I just stared and stared and stared.

   Beneath Mandy's downy pubic hair, within her fleecy labia majora, inside
her reddish pink and maroon labia minora, about three quarters of an inch
deep, was a small wreath of opaque flesh with three holes in it.  Like a
tiny pink wheel with three broad spokes, connected to the inside of her
vagina.

   I continued staring, until I felt something sharp on the sensitive
portion of my butt.  I turned around.  It was Onya.  She had stuck one of
her long fingernails on me and was looking at me with an impatient "Well,
you going to let us see it, or are you going to wait until she's eighteen,"
sort of look.

   I got up and everybody passed the flashlight around and took a good,
long look inside.  There was a lot of ooohing and ahhhhing, as everybody
viewed it.  It hadn't occurred to me, but Cyrina, and Onya were just as
interested as the guys all were.  It appeared that they had never seen one
either.  Derry appeared somewhat unsettled as he watched me and everybody
else looking inside Mandy.  The look was pretty similar to the look Tad had
given me as I examined Onya.  But, a game's a game and I'd won.  Now I was
going to claim my prize.  And what a trophy it was.  Anyway, she was my
daughter and I had as much right to it as anybody.

   After everybody got a look, I found a small mirror and held it up for
Mandy to look at.  Mandy stared and stared.  I realized that this was going
to be the last chance for her to see it intact.  We took a whole bunch of
photos, just for grins.  Eventually Mandy said, "Okay, let's do this
thing." I was glad.  My dick muscles were becoming strained.

   I told Mandy that I was almost ready, but I wanted to do something
first. I had never tasted a virgin before.  Now I wanted to taste Mandy's
'cherry preserves'.  I told her that I wanted to 'eat her out'.  Her legs
snapped shut like a bear trap.  I immediately had to calm her down and
explain that I wouldn't be biting her, and that eating her out would
definitely not be a painful experience.  Mandy hesitantly spread her tiny
cunt lips apart, I got down on the mattress and moved slowly over to her
vajayjay.

   I stuck my tongue out and touched one of her labia minora.  It was still
slightly wet with pee.  Mandy moved slightly, but then she returned and I
stuck my tongue out again.  This time, I stuck it between her labs and
brought my tongue up, just inside them, from the base of her pussy at her
perineum up to her clitoris.  Mandy moaned quietly.  Once again, my tongue
came back flavored with piss.  It tasted great.  Her flavor was much
lighter than my wife's was.  I assumed it had something to do either with
her being younger, or with her being a virgin.  This is what I'd wanted to
find out in the first place.

   I continued licking and soon, the flavor of piss wore off as the flavor
of Mandy's vaginal fluids began replacing the piss flavor, which I had
mostly licked away.  As Mandy became moister, the taste grew stronger and
stronger.  It dawned on me then, that pretty much, what I was experiencing
at that time was quite like the indulgent tastes and smells that I had been
enjoying from her panties and blue jeans, only the pheromones and flavors
were very much stronger and more highly erotic.  By then, my dick was the
largest it had ever been and I was having trouble lying down, what with it
poking into the mattress.  While this was happening, Mandy began moaning
faster and faster.  Breathlessly, she tried to say, "This is great fun, it
doesn't hurt at all." Or something like that; she was moaning pretty
loudly.

   Soon, I had my tongue much of the way inside and was running it up and
down from the stem of her clitoris to her cherry.  Mandy began saying "Oh,
oh, oh, oh." I was enjoying her flavor like an expensive wine.  It was
definitely broth like, the way my wife's was, but it was much creamier and
tasted of warm Vichyssoise.

   Busy down below, the way I was, I didn't mind when Derry began kissing
her passionately with his tongue, and neither did Mandy.  Neither did Mandy
mind when Jerry started sucking on one of her breasts and Tad started on
the other.  (This was Tad's first real breast, Onya hadn't started
developing hers yet.) Onya began licking Mandy's earlobe and Cyrina began
on the other one.  Mandy was screaming "Huh, huh, huh, huh." She was being
stimulated in almost every way a woman could be stimulated, with one
obvious exception.

   Finally, Mandy screamed out, at the top of her lungs.  "Now daddy, fuck
me now, daddy.  Stuff your long, thick steaming hot cock into my tight,
virgin cunt-hole, and break my hymen now, pleeeease." I figured that was a
subtle hint that she might be ready for me to enter 'heaven's gate'.

   I climbed up onto her.  I could feel all of the kids beneath me.  They
were all in motion it was incredible; like a kid sandwich.  My cock was
more swollen than it had ever been before in my life.  I lurched forward
aiming my rocket directly at her glistening red orifice.  It was a direct
hit.  Lubricated by my saliva and her natural juices, my cock slid easily
into the tight space of her pussy.

   There was an audible pop as her hymen yielded to my penis.  Mandy
screamed loudly for a second, then she began this ferocious orgasm which I
will never forget.  It was kind of a "Haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa.  Oh,
daddy, haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa, I love you.  God.  Haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa,
daddy, stuff me again.  Haaaaa, haaaaa, haaaaa.  More, please.  Don't stop.
Haaaaa..." I began ramming my dick inside her unbelievably tight pussy.

   I could feel the kids heads moving as they continued sucking on Mandy's
breasts.  Onya and Cyrina had moved and were licking my earlobes, Derry had
replaced one of them and was nibbling on one of Mandy's earlobes.  Cyrina
has rubbing my hand between her breasts.  I could feel the unbelievable
tightness of Mandy's tiny virgin pussy, as my beautiful daughter continued
writhing underneath me, screaming and tugging on my penis with her cunt
muscles.  It was all too intense.

   I held out for as long as I could.  Mandy's utterances had reached a
peek.  Onya and Cyrina were nibbling on my ears.  One final thrust and I
could resist Mandy's spectacular muscular contractions no longer.  I came
and I came and I came.

   "Mmmmmmm, Mmmmmmm, Mmmmmmm." Mandy screamed as she felt my come enter
her vagina.  "Oh, daddy." She said weekly, "If I knew it was going to be
like this, I wouldn't have kept it intact so long."

   "You ready for your poker chips?" I asked.

   "Yes, but, give me ten dollars worth, instead." She panted, smiling.





   Chapter 4 - Onya's surprise.

   "I don't want to play this dumb game anymore." Said Onya.

   "Remember, the rules say we can't stop playing until ten thirty, unless
everybody agrees to stop." I answered.

   "I know what will make everybody want to stop."

   "What?" I asked.

   "Let's just do the 'somethings' and not bother with the stupid cards. 
That will save time, and be much more fun.  Show of hands." Onya said
innocently.

   It was unanimous.  Tad put the deck and the chips away.

   "What 'somethings' are we going to do?" I asked.

   "I want the same 'something' that Mandy got." Said Onya.

   "Me too." Said Cyrina, smiling.

   "I want Derry to make me do the same 'something' you made me do." Said
Mandy.  "Is that okay with you daddy?"

   "You're a big girl now," I said, "You make your own decision."

   Derry was only eleven.  I wasn't sure he was old enough to actually
satisfy Mandy, but I had ascertained earlier that he was old enough to
obtain an erection, and from what I knew about him, I recognized that he
was resourceful enough to figure things out for himself.

   "I'd love to give it a try.  Can you pee for me?" Derry asked, smiling
broadly.  The two of them wandered off to Mandy's bedroom.  Mandy had her
own bathroom.  I figured they'd be just fine.

   Tad and Jerry looked a bit downcast.  I realized that if I made both
Cyrina and Onya do the same 'something' that I'd made Mandy do, there'd be
nobody to make Tad and Jerry do 'something'.  I turned to Cyrina.  How
about you go do 'something' with Tad.  And then I'll do 'something' with
Onya and let Jerry do 'something' to me."

   "Huh?" Said Jerry and Onya at the same time.

   "I'll show you." I said.  I sent Tad up to his bedroom with Cyrina.  I
figured they could work it out by themselves.  I brought , Onya and Jerry
over to the sofa bed and told Jerry to lose the boxers.  Then I told Onya
to lie at the very end of the sofa bed, by the headboards and spread. 
Jerry did as I asked.  Onya was a little shy.

   "I don't give blowjobs, you know." Said Onya, timidly.

   "No worries." I said, "You won't have to.

   "I don't either." said Jerry.

   "You won't have to either.  I'll do Onya, and you can use my back door
entrance."

   "You would do that?" Asked Jerry.

   "It's always a handy trick in a pinch." I said.

   "I've always wanted to try that.  You sure you don't mind?" He asked.

   "Mind?  I love it." I answered.  "Just put a little spit on me first,
that's all." I added.  I placed my face over Onya's beautiful pussy.  Then,
I felt Jerry's finger rubbing against my asshole.  I stuck my tongue
against Onya's labia and closed my eyes awaiting Jerry's assault.  Jerry
plunged right in, as I had expected.  No problem, I had done this before,
Jerry's dick would smooth out any lumps soon.

   I began licking the exterior of Onya's vagina.  She was tastier than I
had expected.  I began on the outside and worked slowly entering only a
fraction of an inch deeper at a time to maximize her pleasure.  It was
working.  She was heating up slowly, quietly, sensually and powerfully.

   Jerry, at that point, had begun rhythmically pumping his dick hilt deep
into my asshole.  That didn't bother me, I liked it, actually.  Obviously
so did Jerry.

   By the time I got about half an inch deep into Onya's wonderful temple,
her labia began getting warmer as more blood was being sent to them.  She
was also beginning to moan lightly and move her hips up and down, a little.
I began going deeper, drinking the flavors which lay within her creamy,
honey hole.  It occurred to me that I liked fresh young cunt, a lot.  I
realized that I had never gotten much of it when I was a youth and I
decided that I would make up for lost time tonight.

   Jerry was moving faster now.  I could feel his pubic hair rubbing
against the crack of my ass, tickling.  I could also feel his balls
bouncing against my derriere.  I liked the feeling of that, too.  It
occurred to me then, that his organ was quite large.  Much larger than the
organ I thought I had perceived through his boxers, and it was continuing
to expand.

   Onya's beautiful body was beginning to move up and down.  She was
beginning to mumble quietly.  I couldn't make out what she was saying.  I
continued licking.  By now, I was about an inch deep.  Onya was producing
significant amounts of juice, and, oh my God, was she ever delicious.  I
just kept licking continually, slowly going deeper and deeper.  Soon, I was
about an inch and a half deep and was following the contour of her clitoris
over to where the G-spot lay.

   Jerry by then was taking up as much room in my asshole as I could stand
and I was beginning to wonder whether he was going to start hurting me.  It
occurred to me that Cyrina might be having problems accepting him.  She
didn't seem terribly much larger than Mandy or Onya for that matter.  At
that point, I was glad I had not sent Jerry off with Mandy, my delicate,
beautiful, and petite flower.

   Onya was talking louder.  For the first time, I could make out what she
was saying.  I listened carefully.  "Mr.  Carlson, huh, huh, huh, I love
you.  Huh, huh, huh.  More.  Huh, huh, huh, Go deeper, huh, huh, huh, Mr.
Carlson, go deeper..."

   Some guys don?t like it when women talk while having sex; I do. 
Needless to say, in light of what she was saying, I found Onya flattering.

   I started going as deep as I could with my tongue.  I could feel the
bottom of her clitoral stem, and her G-spot reaching up to 'kiss me', each
time I went down inside.  She was producing more ejaculate by then, than
any two women I had ever known.  And now she was talking loudly.  She was
saying "Oh, ye-he-he-hess, huh, huh, huh, Mr.  Carlson, ye-he-he-hess huh,
huh, huh.  I love you, huh, huh, huh, God, Mr.  Carlson, huh, huh, huh,
more Mr.  Carlson."

   Some guys don't like women who squirt.  I love it.  I think a woman's
produce is better than beer, champagne or cappuccino.

   I paused for a moment, "Call me John." I said.

   Onya didn't miss a beat.  She began saying, "Oh God, huh, huh, huh,
John, ye-he-he-hess huh, huh, huh, John, ye-he-he-hess...  huh, huh, huh, I
love you John..."

   I was sucking on her and swallowing as fast as I could but she was
producing even more cum than I could keep up with.  She was overflowing
down the crack of her ass, onto the mattress and drenching my chin. 
Satisfying my appetite, quenching my thirst, feeding my ego and giving me
even more.  She was one of the hottest women I had ever fucked.  I was in
heaven.

   Jerry's dick had reached its full width and to my great relief, he had
stopped growing before it became painful.  I was enjoying his action as his
very large member drove repeatedly over my prostate gland.

   Onya was now talking loudly.  She was basically saying the same kinds of
things over and over.  "bla bla bla, huh, huh, huh...  John, bla bla bla,
huh, huh, huh...  John" I had begun pulling her labia apart with my
fingers, in an effort to gain deeper access to her hot quivering love
purse.

   Mostly, however, I was stalling at that point, waiting for Jerry to
complete his transaction and make his deposit.  I was hoping he wasn't
holding off waiting for me.  I was getting tired.  My lips tongue and jaw
were cramping.  I had been tightening my sphincter muscles whenever he
pulled out to give him a sensuous ride.  Incredibly, my asshole was
cramping up.  It wasn't easy either.  I needed to coordinate the two
actions of licking Onya's cunt and tightening my asshole onto Jerry's dick,
together and it was like patting your head and rubbing your tummy at the
same time.

   Onya was still shouting, but she seemed to be getting bored with the
cunnilingus.  I needed to mount her soon or I knew that I would have to
heat her up all over again.  I continued licking, and swallowing and
finally, to my relief, Jerry came, gruntingly into my asshole, spraying his
warm spunk inside me.

   "God, that was great." He said.  "I'll have to teach this trick to
Cyrina." He said.

   I wondered how tight Cyrina would be, but I didn't say anything to
Jerry. I was pretty sure that while Cyrina had apparently been able to
accept him vaginally, accepting him anally might be a painful failure.  I
figured I'd let them work that out and didn't comment.

   Jerry wandered off, and I began transitioning from cunnilingus mode to
fucking mode.  As I began moving down the mattress, I pulled Onya's body
towards the center of the bed and I continued licking.  Move, pull, squirt,
lick.  "Huh, huh, huh, John." Move, pull, squirt, lick.  "Huh, huh, huh, Oh
God, John." And so on.  I found it somewhat amusing when I realized that I
was leaving a long wet cum streak down the mattress as we moved.  Well,
whatever!

   After about half a dozen such moves, I had Onya where I wanted her.  (So
to speak.) By now my thirst for cunt was quenched.  I was ready enter her
tiny, tight, vertical smile.

   No longer shy, Onya spread her legs apart about as far as someone her
size could be expected to do.  I brought my mouth over Onya's mouth, and
began kissing her gently.  As I did so, I began moving my penis into the
entrance of her vulva.  Onya pushed down onto my dick and it easily slid
inside her warm slippery vestibule.  I had expected to go slowly, but Onya
had other plans.  She continued to move down until about half of my penis
was inside of her tight sensuous steamy fuck hole.  Then she began shaking
her pelvis.

   This felt incredible.  Afraid that this might be her limit, I didn't go
any deeper.  I just let her determine how deep to go.  Soon she was singing
a high-pitched song made up of my name and words like "Fuck me, Johnny. 
Yeah, make me come, John you stud.  Rub your penis inside my cunt, John,
until all of your juices squirt out.  More, now go deeper, John."

   I went deeper and she continued shaking and singing, now, even louder.
"Oh, yeah, John, you're so hot.  Fuck me John, I love you, John.  Now go
deeper, deeper." I went deeper.  The more of my cock I had inside of that
vibrating machine, the hotter I became and the louder she became.  She
continued singing and shaking.  I stared down into her blue eyes.  She was
beautiful.  I stuck my tongue in her mouth again and she said "Mmmm. 
Mmmmore.  More, John, I love you.  Now, go all the way in."

   I stuck my dick in hilt deep and she continued shaking like a paint
mixer.

   Usually, when I make love, I do most of the work.  Onya's shaking was
not only erotic for me but apparently, it was doing the trick for her, too.
I tried holding off for as long as I could, but her actions were just too
intense.  Her shaking combined with her contractions began getting to me. I
started screaming, Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh.  She was screaming "John, inject
me with your hot spray now, I'm ready."

   Her tight cunt was just too hot.  It wasn't as if I had any choice I cut
loose injecting my protean shake deep inside the walls of her unbelievable
vagina and she massaged the remaining fluids, squeezing out every drop.

   "Oh, God, you are incredible." I said.

   "Yes, that's what Tad always says." She answered.







   Chapter 5 - Wanda comes home unexpectedly.



   It was about nine thirty.  Everybody was naked in the living room.  We
were all engaged in some form of fucking or sucking, or licking or dicking
kissing, tasting, feeling and 'something'.  I (age twenty-eight) was on the
sofa eating out Cyrina (age thirteen) while Derry (age eleven) was on his
knees, fucking me in the ass.  Onya (age eleven) was in an easy chair,
folded in half, with her knees over her head, and Jerry (age fourteen) was
fucking her.  My son Tad (age twelve) was fucking his sister, Mandy (age
eleven) in the ass, on the carpet.

   Then we heard the door open and slam shut.

   "Yoo-hoo, we're home." Said my wife (Age twenty-eight).  "Pepper (Age
thirty-one) is here too.  We came over to borrow those new movies you
bought.  We're going to bring them over to Pepp..."

   Wanda stopped in mid-sentence.  "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

   I considered answering her, but I realized the answer was obvious enough
and I thought it better to remain silent.  "Tad answered.  We're trying on
each other's clothing?" He answered, smiling.

   "Bullshit," said my wife, "You guys are fucking, in my living room, and
you're getting cum juice all over the carpet and the furniture." Then Wanda
looked at Tad.  He had his dick most of the way inside his sister, Mandy's
asshole.  "Do the clothes fit?" She asked, sarcastically.

   "This one's a little tight," Tad said, smiling.  "But I think it looks
pretty good on me, don't ya' think?"

   Most everybody laughed, except for Pepper.  She looked sternly at Jerry,
with a face that would have stopped a bus.  He was busy fucking Onya. 
"You're supposed to be doing homework, Jerome," she said, then to Cyrina
she said.  "Hi Cyrina."

   "Sorry Mom," said Jerry, "I came over to study with Cyrina but then
Mandy, Onya, Tad and Derry were playing cards and then one thing led to
another and well..."

   "Jerome William Scott," said Pepper, "You know our family frowns upon
gambling.  We'll see about this when we get home, Jerome.  Meanwhile, what
have you got to say for yourselves?"

   "Nothing Mrs.  Scott.  What's up with you?" Asked Onya, smiling
angelically.

   "Same thing as you, I guess.  I have a new strap-on at home that I
wanted to try out with Wanda, so we came over to get the new skin flicks
John bought this week, but maybe we'll just press the play button on this
room and get this movie out of pause mode.  It looks a lot more
interesting."

   "You know, it's a little warm in here," said Pepper, "I think I'm going
to remove all of my excess clothing." Pepper began by removing her hat,
then her scarf, then her winter jacket.

   "You know, you're right, it is a little stuffy in here," said Wanda,
"I'm going to get more comfortable, too." Wanda smiled a big smile.  Then
she kicked off her shoes, placed her thumbs in the elastic band of her
pants and in one fluid move, brought them down below her knees along with
her panties.  A quick dance with her legs, and she was naked from the waist
down.  "Ahh, much better." She said, spreading her legs and then rubbing
her crotch.

   Pepper continued removing her clothing, but at a slower rate.  Soon,
however, she was removing her bra.  Pepper had unbelievably magnificent
breasts.  I had often admired them from afar.  Up close, they looked even
better, and naked, they were exceptional.  Wanda had great breasts too, but
lately they were getting a little saggy.  Don't get me wrong.  I still
loved luxuriating in Wanda's huge breasts, but to be frank, I enjoyed
looking at Pepper's breasts a little more.

   After Wanda removed her blouse and bra, she was completely nude.

   With the exception of me, who had seen Wanda naked hundreds of times,
everybody turned to watch her.  Wanda's naturally red hair came with a
magnificent, matching red crotch.  She smiled as she rubbed her hands all
over her sensuous body.  Everybody except me smiled back.  I wasn't
watching.  I was looking at Pepper.

   Pepper next kicked off her shoes.  I had to pause from my activities
with Cyrina, because I had always wanted to see Pepper naked.  She had a
great ass, for a thirty-one-year-old, and she had a nice slim waist.  Now
that I had seen her tits, I was determined to see the rest of her.

   Pepper advanced more slowly than Wanda did on her bottom half.  She
seemed a little shy about removing her pants, but after a slight pause,
Pepper slowly opened her zipper and lowered her jeans.  She shimmied out of
them but left on her panties.  I thought I detected a slight hint of red on
the bottom of her panties where her crotch was.

   When she removed the panties, I saw a telltale red string hanging out of
her vagina.

   It was 'the curse'.  Pepper was having her period.  Disgusted, I
immediately turned away.  In fact, everybody in the room turned away.  It
was as if the 'Elephant Man' had suddenly appeared in our living room. 
Pepper looked around the room.  "Well, this happens sometimes, you know."
Then Pepper turned to me and said, "What's the matter, don't you love me
anymore?  I've seen you looking at me." Pepper had this malicious smile on
her face.  "Wanda tells me you give great head.  Is that true?"

   "Only in season, Pepper." I said.

   "Have you ever tried it with red gravy?" Pepper asked.

   "No, and I don't want to." I said.

   Pepper looked around at the group and said "Show of hands.  How many
people think he should do this?"

   "Now Pepper, I don't do the crimson tide, ask Wanda." I said.

   "Let's see those hands, guys." Said Pepper.

   The vote was unanimous.  Except for me, everybody raised their hand. 
"You have to do it.  It's Pepper's 'something'.  That's the rules." Said
Onya.

   "Yeah." Said Mandy.  "It's her 'something', you have to do it.  I gave
you your 'something', daddy."

   Suddenly all the kids in the room were saying, "It's her 'something',
you have to do it.

   "Come on guys, this isn't fair.  She wasn't even playing in the game." I
said.

   Pepper stood up, pulled on the red string and a bloody tampon slid out
of her crotch.  She let it swing back and forth on its cord for a few
moments and then tossed it into the trashcan.  Looking at me, she said
"You're going to clean me out like a pudding bowl." Then to everybody else,
"Let's get him, guys."

   Everybody smiled, stopped what they were doing and stood up.  I started
for the stairs, but I was at the far side of the room.  Before I got very
far, the entire group closed in and encircled me.  Derry and Cyrina grabbed
my arms, which felt kind of good, actually.  Pepper and Wanda, grabbed my
legs.  That felt even better.  Then, Tad and Jerry began pushing me over
while Onya grabbed my balls from behind, and pulled on me.  Frankly, Onya
grabbing my balls wasn't so great.

   Outnumbered and overpowered, I landed on the rug.  Tad grabbed my leg
replacing Pepper.  Everybody except me was laughing.  Then, everybody sat
down on my nearest limb.

   Actually, having their juicy, bare crotches squishing upon my limbs was
quite an erotic experience.  Pepper moved slowly over towards my face.  She
stood with her feet straddling my head.  Then she began bending her knees
and lowering her red light district down onto my face.  As she did so, she
brought her hand down and pulled her labia apart like Moses parting the Red
Sea.

   As I looked up, into her looming chasm, I realized that Pepper had the
largest cunt that I had ever seen in my life.  Her clitoris was clearly the
size of my pinky toe, her labia minora the size of a magnolia flower, her
gaping hole, was wide enough to accept a summer sausage.  I realized that I
had my work cut out for me.  Cleaning her out was going to be a Herculean
task.

   It was apparent that in a moment I was going to be feasting on Pepper's
rare steak (Not to be confused with 'Rare Pepper Steak' by the way.).  I
strained and twisted my head, trying to avoid the inevitable.  Wanda, had
always wanted me to do this to her, but was never able to talk me into it.
For her, it meant that there was one week every month during which she had
to go without any uh...  'entertainment'.  She seized the opportunity and
grabbed my head by my ears, preventing it from moving.  Wanda figured that
the best way to assuage my fears about doing it with her, was to peer
pressure me into doing it with Pepper.  She hoped that after doing it, I
would find out that it wasn't so terrible.  Also, doing it to Pepper was
probably going to make it more palatable (in more ways than one) for me,
because Wanda knew that I had a thing for Pepper, and that I'd wanted to
taste her ever since Wanda had introduced us.

   Wanda was having a hard time holding me down.  She told Onya, who still
had my balls in her hand, to squeeze them if I didn't stop moving my head.
Onya began putting pressure on my balls.  I immediately stopped squirming.

   I looked up to see Pepper's red wings slowly closing in on my mouth. 
Then...  Then...  And then...  they were upon me.  She was very gentle as
she landed.  At first, I could barely feel her bits and pieces touching. 
Then, they came fully into contact.  I kept my mouth closed and nothing
went inside.  Pepper looked pityingly in my eyes and then she squeezed my
nostrils together closing off the passage of air.  I held out as long as I
could.  I lasted about a minute although it seemed much longer.  But by
then, I had to breathe.

   With my nostrils sealed, my mouth had to open and 'stuff' began to drip
inside along with the air I was breathing.  I gagged as I began to taste
the fluids.  I was able to close off my throat and separate the air from
the fluids at first, but only for a little while.  Eventually, as a pool
collected at the back of my throat, there was no room for the passage of
air and I realized that if I ever wanted to breathe again, I would have to
swallow what had accumulated inside.  I gagged again.  To my disgust, not
only were there fluids inside my mouth, which I had to swallow, but there
were also clumps of clotted blood, which I had to chew up first.  This was
the worst part.

   Pepper waited until I started breathing naturally again.  "Now, lick
it." She said.

   I gagged again, this time almost puking.

   "Just take a tiny taste of it to start.  Get used to the flavor." Said
Pepper.  "Come on, It's not toxic waste."

   I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.  I took Pepper's advice and just
touched the tip of my tongue to one of her labia.  It wasn't so bad.  It
tasted like a combination of rare steak, vagina and cast iron skillet.  It
was not horribly terrible.  "Lick it again." Said Pepper, demandingly.

   This time I took a bigger lick, sticking my tongue slightly between her
labia.  It came back lightly coated with her 'special sauce'.  I brought my
tongue into my mouth again.  Actually, this time, it wasn't terrible.

   The scary part was over.  I had tasted the 'witches brew' and it hadn't
killed me.  It wasn't even poison.  "More." Commanded Pepper.  This time I
stuck my tongue inside.  It came out even more heavily coated with her
juice.  And this time, when I tasted it, I realized that the predominant
flavor was still vagina, it wasn't bad.  "Again." Pepper insisted.  The
next taste was actually okay, and I went full tilt on the next taste, going
inside and sticking my tongue in as far as I could go.  I liked it.  I
began flicking my tongue inside and outside, without waiting for Pepper to
order me to do it.  Suddenly, I was enjoying the 'diabolical mixture', a
lot.  Pepper was enjoying it too.

   Onya, who was still gripping my balls, began sucking on my dick.  Her
tiny sensuous mouth was warm and delicious.  Somehow, she was able to wrap
her small tongue completely around my dick.  I wanted to comment on how
wonderful she felt.  On how surprised I was that she knew how to give such
a great blowjob, accept so much of my cock so deep into her throat and
where in the hell had an eleven-year-old girl learned to give such
pleasure, but my mouth was full of Pepper.

   Pepper had begun bearing down on my mouth, sitting on it with her full
weight.  I was enjoying being able to reach deeply inside which the bearing
down facilitated.  Pepper's large vagina fit easily over my mouth and she
began spreading her labia out across my face and down my chin.

   Soon, Pepper was moaning and waving her vagina across my lips while Onya
continued sucking.  Onya still had my balls in her palm and was squeezing
them gently, rolling them around her hand, like Chinese medicine balls.  It
was great.  Pepper continued getting louder and louder.  Over her voice, I
could hear Wanda singing, she had apparently gotten together with Jerry. 
His oversized penis was not a problem for Wanda, who was warbling almost as
loudly as Pepper was.

   When I heard Wanda having her orgasm with Jerry, I understood why Tad
was disconcerted when I had examined Onya and Derry was thrown off balance
when I had my time with Mandy.  But I figured that the rules were the rules
and turnabout was fair play.

   Then I heard Mandy singing.  She had apparently gotten together with Tad
who had wanted to explore his little sister's body ever since she was born,
but never dared to ask.  Derry was eating out Cyrina who was on her knees,
facing the back of the sofa, with her legs spread wide apart.

   Just when I thought I couldn't get any hotter, Onya changed her position
and began jumping up and down on my dick.  Her tight vagina was even more
incredible than her mouth and I began feeling my insides tingle.  Pepper
was screaming at the top of her lungs, her vaginal juices had washed out
most of the taste of the blood and I was totally enjoying Pepper's own
superb flavor.

   Onya continued bouncing on top of me and soon was in a frenzied dance of
jumping, singing loudly, squirting and saying, "Oh God, John, I love you,
John.  Oh, fuck me, John.  Squirt your hot juice inside me, John." Onya's
juices were spurting out, dripping into my navel onto my balls, down the
crack of my ass, and wetting the carpet.  Cyrina began singing as Derry
began fucking her from behind, while she was still on her knees on the
sofa.

   At that point, the entire room was in motion and everybody was fucking
or being fucked somewhere by somebody.  It was pretty noisy in the room.

   Pepper was the first to give out.  She had reached the zenith of her
orgasm and could no longer stand being touched inside.  She bent over and
placed a long juicy kiss on my lips.  She stuck her tongue deep down into
my throat as deep as I had stuck my tongue inside of her vagina.  She
obviously had no qualms about tasting her own 'omelette rouge'.  Pepper
then got up and began getting dressed.

   Thanks to Pepper's pheromones, her seductive kiss, Onya's frenzied
dancing and screaming, and the sounds of the entire room experiencing
erotic satisfaction, I wound up coming inside Onya shooting burst after
burst of hot jism inside her exotic cunt.  Onya screamed with delight
saying "Mmmmmmmmm" with each pulse.  After she calmed down, Onya moved her
vagina to my mouth while we were waiting and I had 'cream pie' for dessert.


   Next, Tad grunted as he inseminated Mandy, his sister.  She moaned with
delight as his juices warmed her insides.  She told him that she no longer
wanted to kill him for being her big brother.

   Jerry finally came inside Wanda who breathlessly thanked him for an
amazing time.  At last, Derry came, after Cyrina's vaginal muscles
contracted countless times, placing extraordinary pressure on his dick and
he squirted his warmth on the insides of her vagina.

   By the time everybody had finished, it was ten thirty.  Just in time to
end the poker game.  Everybody had to go.

   Pepper grabbed Jerry's hand and said, "Jerome you bad boy.  We're
leaving now.  When we get home, you're going to be punished."

   "But mom," said Jerry, "We were all doing it.  Even you were doing it.
"What are you punishing me for?"

   "Because you didn't do your homework, Jerome." She answered.  Then to
all of us, she said, "So, guys, what do you think?  Poker again, next
week?" % The End.