Keywords: M/F, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Girls' Night Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Girls' Night (girlnite.txt) - Women are always getting lost in card games. How would a man feel if he was put in the same position? M/F, oral "What's the matter? Did we tresspass on the exclusively male preserve of boorishness and presumption?" June Anderson asked her husband. "I just can't understand how you came up with it," Bill said. He had just been informed that Carol Sanders had 'won' him. However much less offended he might be than his protests, Bill was still taken aback. He wouldn't have thought June would agree to the wager she described. On the one hand, Carol was far from repugnant, but what if Leslie had won? Bill had always, not so secretly, had the impression that Leslie was adverse to any kind of attention from a man. Beyond that, she was dog-faced, if - ironically- the possessor of the best rack and meatiest behind of the others. June and Jane, like their initials, could have been cut with the same cutter. There was, in fact, no dearth of sweater meat in the foursome and both Jane and June had generous breasts and nice asses, if their behinds were a bit flat. They were both blonde as well, while Carol's hair was auburn and Leslie's brown. Carol suffered not at all in comparison, her tits every bit the match of June's if a bit less perky and more prone to jostling about with her every movement. She was a bit shorter, but still about 5-8, and with a trim, athletic build. Her ass was also more curved with a hard-on inducing invitation when displayed in the short shorts she favored. But wagering husbands on a round of golf? And what did Leslie, the only single member, risk? Bill was hesitant to ask as June's attitude was already forbidding and he had more pertinent questions. Already suspecting the answer, Bill asked, "And what does it mean she 'won' me?" "If you can't guess that, it will be a surprise," June dodged the answer. "Just do what you're told." "And what about Jake (Carol's husband)?" Bill asked. "I don't know and I didn't ask," June said exhibiting less patience with his questions. "That's Carol's problem." "Maybe that will comfort you if he's there and takes exception to this whole thing," Bill said with excess animation. "After he shoots me." "I suppose that's a risk I'll have to take," she said with no sympathy. "But betting me! How did you girls come to that idea?" Bill voiced his real question. "And how could you come in last?" Satisfied with Bill's confusion, June softened and said, "It was that bunker on six. I caught the lip twice and doubled and then there was no catching up. And Carol - she seemed determined to beat everyone- and you know how she is." Bill did. She was fierce in competition and just as brassy in the autopsy. She never deferred, but delivered her defiance with such a clear insinuation of sex that no one minded. Bill had always cast her as some forest sprite who teased that if you could catch her, you could have her. While affable in general, Jake was reserved and silent on any probing about his wife, so there was only guess work to go on. "Just to be sure, you're clear on this?" Bill asked as June was packing him off to his fate. "She won. I lost. What's to be clear on?" she refused him comfort. "Well, there's my prize," Carol greeted him at the door. There was no instant solution to the mystery. Carol was dressed as usual in a polo shirt and short shorts and not naked or in some filmy negligee. She had a drink in her hand and Bill didn't think it was her first from the easy way she smiled at him. "Here to satisfy my wife's obligation," Bill said as agreeably as he could. "I'd say your obligation, bequeathed you by your wife," Carol answered, a slight slur of 'bequeathed' making Bill think he'd been right about the drink in her hand. "Come in. Sit down. I'll make you a drink. What are you having?" Carol gestured past herself into the house. You, I suppose, didn't strike Bill as the right tone so he asked for a vodka-7. When she delivered his drink, Carol went to the chair opposite and dropped down into it. "Don't be so edgy," Carol scolded, "Sit back. Relax. We have all night and don't need to rush." Bill had so far studiously obeyed anything resembling an order: come in, sit down, sit back, but he found it hard to relax. Carol was, in his estimation, toying with his uncertainty, and he found it hard to relax without knowing more of what would be expected. He wanted to know if he got to fuck her or if this was some 'cute' thing where she'd tease and never come across. He was ambivalent about fucking her - not for the fucking, but the possible consequences, but he didn't want to straighten doilies or do dishes in the nude for her amusement either. Carol did nothing to relieve his curiosity, sipping her drink casually without any indication of her intentions. "You're not drinking," Carol observed. "You might need that drink before I'm done with you." Again with the teasing hint, but Bill had to admit he had been staring at her, trying to guess her thoughts and neglecting his drink. He took a sip, just following orders, and waited. "If you're not going to relax and take this like a grown-up, then I guess we better begin," Carol said sharply after some more morbid staring by Bill. She set down her drink, which was empty, and hoisted herself onto her feet. Standing with her fists on her hips in her best Wonder Woman pose, she dropped the hammer on Bill. "Strip!" she ordered, and on his reaction, "What? You didn't think that was coming? Did you think you were here to play checkers?" Obviously he was doing as well with Carol as he had done questioning his wife. Bill bolted his drink and stood up. He had figured it would come at some point, but he didn't welcome the arrival. He felt particularly alone and obvious standing there unbuttoning his shirt. Carol softened her pose, stepping back with one hand resting on her hip and the other hanging in a more relaxed attitude. She didn't coach him. She waited as shirt and undershirt, shoes, socks and pants came off. She turned a bit as Bill lowered his underwear, but made no comment or other additional show of interest. "Now that's your uniform," she told him. "You can pile up your clothes because you won't need them again tonight." She was trying to demean him. She wanted to look up the crack of his butt as he bent to pick up his clothes and making him fold them satisfied some sick urge to see him doing menial tasks. But that was just Bill's impression. Carol was noticing her glass was empty and considering another drink. No, she told herself. She'd had enough. Bill wasn't going to be the fun she thought he'd be and she'd need her wits, what was left of them, to make her prize worthwhile. She wondered if she shouldn't abandon her plan and start over. "Now that's a good boy," Carol said, adopting a deprecating manner. "Why don't you come over here and kneel down." It was going to be laughs and she intended to give Bill some leeway in choosing his own way to serve, but he was being such a stick. Carol was naturally adverse to fawning, and he had been fawning and she certainly wasn't going to soothe his poor timid soul. She wished she was wearing high heels instead of comfortable walking shoes so she could grind the toe in his crotch. That wasn't her natural impulse, but her disappointment with Bill was forcing her into a harder place. "It's too early for that," Carol said upon noticing Bill was staring at the bulge of her pussy in her shorts, "but you're too useless for anything I was planning. Go ahead. Take my shorts off me." It wasn't exactly what Bill expected, but it didn't come as a big surprise. Carol gave and expected no quarter so her being a dominant bitch fit. It explained Jake's attitude as well. He didn't much care to be her slave, but he saw no way out of it. He was going to undress her anyway. That was something. He pulled at the shorts, having opened the button closing them and her panties wanted to come along. "One layer at a time," Carol scolded. "This is not for your amusement." Bill didn't have to be told. He wasn't amused. He pulled up on her underwear and down on the shorts to free them and then brought the shorts down to her feet. Typically, as far as he was concerned, Carol waited before lifting one foot and the other to allow him to get the shorts off. Actually, she was calulating her next move before allowing him to complete his task. She had a naked man kneeling at her feet with only her panties between her pussy and his tongue, but it was still too early to start that in her estimation. But what else was there? "Now the panties," Carol prompted. Bill was better disposed to sliding her panties down and uncovering the neatly trimmed wedge of dark red covering Carol's pussy. It was something, he told himself. However she was treating him, he'd seen her pussy. It was hardly the source of his greatest desire, as evidenced by his still flaccid cock, but it was something. Bill wasn't thinking ahead, still simmering about being on his knees and Carol's attitude. He was involved his getting her panties over her shoes. Carol was doing nothing but trying to think ahead, but she despaired of another path. "So- eat it," Carol said when nothing else came to her. Bill didn't mind that. Well, he saw it as a bit of a necessary evil and contented himself with thinking he was good at it. That lay nearer the truth. He leaned in dutifully and began to lick Carol's pussy. "I said eat!" Carol interrupted his careful plan of attack by putting her hand on the back of his head and pushing his face into her pussy. Now what do I do in here? Bill panicked for a moment and then discovered that there wasn't much he could do but move his mouth and use his tongue as best he could. Carol's order to 'eat' her helpfully rang in his memory and he tailored the concept as he could to gnawing on Carol's pussy. It was, as Bill had correctly identified, too soon for so eager a munching, but Carol had been precipitant in disgust over Bill's general timidity. She meant him to know he was to get his face in her pussy and arouse her, but she had urged him too far, too quickly. She had to squirm on his eager assailing of her not quite ready genitals until they caught up with his urgency. Then- well, it wasn't so bad after all. If he had to be beaten with a stick, at least he got there eventually. "Hold off!" Carol demanded and jerked on his hair before Bill's eating could make her weak in the knees. She had no adversion to cumming on Bill's tongue, but she felt that stumbling and falling on her back definitely set the wrong tone. Just as much and in the same spirit, she thought lounging comfortably in her chair while Bill ate her to orgasm was more fitting and more seemly. She lay back in the chair, which, conveniently, let her slope at a comfortable angle when her bottom perched on the edge and crooked her finger at Bill. As he crawled to her, she put one and then the other leg over his shoulders and invited him the rest of the way. Well, that wasn't so bad. The warmth of excitement and perhaps a nudge from the alcohol was untangling her disappointment with Bill. She was verging on good, appreciative feelings as she let her arms lay on the arms of the chair and melted into its support and Bill's tongue. Her knees had no opportunity to be weak as she was as relaxed as could be. Excitement brought a faster breath and some spasm in her lower back, but beyond that she had one of the quietest orgasms she'd ever had. Not caring, she thought it had left Bill unaware. "Get right in there. Push your face in it," she demanded contrarily. Her quiet orgasm had left her as unaffected as unresponsive and she was curious what could come from rougher treatment not impeded by sensitivity. As it turned out, it was an urge to grind her pussy on Bill's face and writhe in a way she didn't think suited her pose as his mistress. "Stop that!" she demanded. "Back on your knees. Back away on your knees." Her legs thumped to the floor. She had just enough time to get her feet under them to keep her pose. She pulled herself up in her unfulfilled dudgeon and scowled at Bill. She'd stopped him. Her frustration was her own fault, but she wouldn't have to fret about her pose if he wasn't so hopeless. On top of that, he was looking at her for instruction and she was out of ideas. "Come here," she said, thinking of the only evident thing, "Take the rest of my clothes off me." There was no reason to go on his knees. She hadn't required it. Bill got up and walked over to where Carol leaned forward in her chair. It wasn't much of a job. The polo shirt came over her head, the bra unhooked in the back and slid off over her arms. Now he was on his knees again, untying shoes and taking off ankle socks, but on his own and with Carol's nice tits at the edge of his gaze. That was something and maybe even better than seeing her pussy. No doubt the other was more intimate, but there wasn't much more to a pussy than seeing it. It didn't hold the appeal, not without the anticipation of fucking, of breasts. Breasts varied more and in both subtle and obvious ways. He was familiar, almost to the point of nodding in confirmation, with the outward tendency of the slope of Carol's breasts as he had imagined them nearly every time he stared at them before and saw his imagination had served him well. The brown spot on the outer curve of the underside of her left breast was one of the subtle things he would not know without seeing as was the peculiar tawny pink of her nipples that seemed to bridge pink and tan. As he stole his peeks while taking off her shoes, he saw the pink fade and tan win out as her nipples crinkled and came erect. That was another subtle thing he had to learn by seeing. In less subtle reaction, Bill felt his cock swelling as he looked at Carol's tits. Perhaps ignored in his eager study of her breasts, Bill hadn't given weight to the erection of Carol's nipples. She was, from whatever source whatsoever, becoming aroused. Perhaps it was being finally naked in front of a man she knew but had never been so intimate with before. In any case, Carol felt a distinct sensation and a deeper urge as Bill knelt and took off her shoes. It only grew stronger when she saw him rising to erection as he stared at her breasts. She had meant to put him through his paces just to see what he had when he first arrived and that urge rose again, but Carol was unsure how to make the transition from the imperious bitch she'd been to alluring sex kitten. She also had lingering doubts if Bill would respond to a freer rein. He hadn't shown much spirit so far. Carol was left with the question how she could order him to be aggresive, inventive and give her his best. Even when he was eating her out, she had to tell him to get in deeper. Of course that was it. She could make the best of her control. "Now we're going to the bedroom," Carol announced. She was naked. He was naked. They were going to the bedroom. Bill didn't let his hopes run away with him, but all the signs were right. There was no way, no way he could think of, that she could fuck him without him fucking her. It was nice the way that worked out. His hard-on only got harder as he followed her into the bedroom. That ass was every bit as sweet as he'd thought. It swung out into more of a heart shape than evidenced in tight shorts, but that made it look sexier and it was all of the full bubble it appeared in shorts even without their support. "Now you lay on the bed," Carol stopped in the doorway. She had happily noted his cock was still firm. There was no reason for it to be otherwise, but she had been disappointed with Bill in general and that was just the kind of thing that would frustrate her more. It was good that he could at least keep it up. There was a fine way to use that cock and not depend on Bill to furnish her pleasure. She could do it for herself. It even fit the dominant persona she had taken on herself. She waited for him to lay back on the bed and then climbed on and over him. She didn't have anything for him to do, so she didn't say anything as she straddled him and fit his cock to her pussy. She wasn't going to require his help so she eased down on his prick in the same silence. It wasn't what Bill thought of as fucking, but his cock was sliding up into Carol's pussy. It was nice and juicy, but it would be after he'd been licking it so long. It was still a nice fit and, like seeing her pussy and seeing her tits, he had his cock in her and that was something. She didn't seem interested in his response so he lay there and tried to be just a hard cock for her to jerk off on. It still held that she couldn't fuck herself without fucking him. That truism was truer and in more ways than Bill knew. It was a nice enough cock, enough to hit the high spots and and give Carol something to work with. It certainly wasn't going limp as she lifted herself and dropped on it. But it was just there- and she could manage that way- but it would be nice if he could move just a little. "I wish you could fuck!" Carol finally grunted in frustration. "You want fucked?" Bill broke the wall of master and slave. "Then get off!" He had suffered, perhaps even more than Carol, by lending his cock for her to masturbate on. She moved around some, but not enough and never fast enough. She was proving his image of her as a sprite that teased, but now he found even when caught she didn't please. He didn't wait for her to respond to his bellow. He was pushing her to the side before his sudden outburst sunk in. By the time Carol understood what he said, he was on top of her and plunging his cock into her with a vengeance. Vengeance may be too far, but it was certainly with all the pent-up frustration he felt and the humiliation he felt had been heaped on him up to that point. There was the unfulfilled arousal that had twisted his nerves to barbed wire as well and led to his explosion. Carol, for her part, quickly recovered her shock and took up Bill's challenge. This was more of what she had hoped, perhaps more rigorously than she expected, but better by far than the limp rag he'd been. Once aware of what had happened, Carol locked her heels behind Bill's knees and determined to give as good as she got. Bill found it an interruption, but of the best sort as Carol's surging hips made him adjust his rhythm to catch her on the rise and pull back as she dropped down. It calmed his frantic need a bit and made them settle into a contentious but rewarding string of collisions that then began to build back to his original fevered fucking. Bill was beyond comparison, but it was good he was driven to an incensed reaction before bursting. June, in her own way, was a good fuck, but more evasive and illusive, making him chase her to bring them pleasure. She was also gentler and without his ire he might have been overwhelmed by Carol's more physical way of contention. In the moment, however, he was meeting Carol on even ground and holding his own only by being far more brutal than he'd ever dare with June. He was near his limit flat out and Carol was meeting him with an equal aggression. Bill was not beyond the sense that this was striving for the limits of possible as he literally put his back into driving his cock into Carol's surging pussy. She was pulling with her legs just as hard to jam her crotch into him and he was feeling her pussy lips smash as clearly as he felt his cock spearing her spongy parts inside. "Don't you dare stop!" Carol screamed with as much disdain as she'd used when humbling him and her legs weakened and her hips, still jerking up at him, lost all rhythm. Bill was of no mind to stop and all the more determined for her sounding as if he was not able to continue. He stroked on, the short and vicious becoming longer with less opposition but just as fast as he poured his last energy into overwhelming Carol. Her cunt probably flickered, even squeezed as he madly pumped in and out, but Bill was beyond that. He was breathless like the long distance runner at the end of his race which applied in another sense to his cock. It could not take the mad pace. More properly, the need that lurked when Bill first launched into his frantic thrusting finally could not be denied and Bill slammed deep and jerked about as his cock spouted out gob after gob of cum into Carol's cunt. "That all you got?" Carol asked sleepily as she sank into the sweat-soaked sheet. "Well, I just don't what's the matter with you," June was scolding Bill after the next golf day. "Carol told us how you were and I was so embarrassed." "She told you?" Bill felt betrayed. "Well, just Jane and I because Leslie didn't want to hear," June admitted. "Big surprise," Bill muttered. "But she told you?" "Every bit of it," June said. "I thought you'd make a better showing." "What do you mean?" Bill asked, mystified. "I thought she was pretty happy with me." "Well, maybe, after she'd done everything but powder your behind and put you in diapers," June sneered. "Do you know how it felt to hear that?" "You didn't tell me what to expect. For all I knew she was into that," Bill turned it back on June. "And you think I'd agree to have you treated that way? I was proud of myself for giving you a special treat," June said. "Giving me?" Bill detected an inconsistency in her story. "Are you saying you lost on purpose?" "No Bill, in point of fact I won," June said. "And I picked Carol because I've seen how you drool over her." "She tell you how I fucked her in the ass?" Bill eagerly changed the subject. ###