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 Title: Game Night Pt.  02


Summary: The second game commences, clothes continue to drop.


Keywords: inc,fic



   It was agreed that they would take five minutes to recuperate from the
first game.  During that time, Owen sat on the couch and tried to force his
muscles to relax.  He felt like a suspension bridge with too much weight on
the road.  The wires were groaning, threatening to snap, and reduce the
roadway to rubble.  All of the women had gone upstairs and while he worried
what they might talk about, he knew he needed the down time.

   In Owen's room, their would-be home base, the girls, except for
Katerina, sat on his bed in silence.  Katerina was curled into a ball in
the middle of bed on top of the comforter.  Her breath was fast and uneven,
her body shook continuously, and little gasps tore from her mouth.

   "Kat?" Sarah asked hesitantly.

   Katerina did not meow this time.  Her nearly glazed eyes focused on
Sarah.

   "Are you okay?" Sarah asked.  "This didn't go too far, did it?"

   Katerina's muscles tensed, her stomach rolling with her body, her nails
scraped along the comforter in a slow scratch.  "Fuck." She breathed.

   Sarah lay down beside Katerina.  "You can tell us if it went too far."

   Katerina pulled her nails down Sarah's arm softly.  "I'm still cumming."
She groaned.  "Fuck me, I was so wound up watching him work on you girls
but when his tongue slipped in-"

   "Fuck!" Jessica hissed.  "He licked you?!  There?!" She pressed her
thighs together.  "That's so dirty."

   "That's so hot." Samantha whispered.

   Katerina nodded.  "It felt like I was wetting myself, my cum just
pouring from me.  Oh, shit!" She kicked her legs.  "He drank me in.  Oh,
fuck!  I'm going to, to . . ."

   Sarah rubbed Katerina's face as the girl's body went rigid.

   "Oh, shit." Jessica murmured.  "She's pouring."

   Katerina had not put her dress back on so the gathered girls were all
able to see, and unable to tear their eyes away, as her orgasm flowed from
her delicate lips into the comforter on Owen's bed.

   When Katerina finally relaxed they were all breathing hard.

   "Okay." Rachel spoke.  "I think we seriously underestimated tonight."
She, like Sarah and Katerina, had not stopped fidgeting since her panties
were removed.  "Three of us are all but climbing the walls and he is still
fully dressed."

   "Not for long." Jessica replied.  "I think it's time to talk strategy,
and discuss what the next game is going to be."

   Samantha spoke next.  "I think someone needs to take care of Owen before
he explodes."

   Sarah looked over at Samantha.  "What happened to you?"

   Samantha looked away.

   "No, I'm serious." Sarah pressed.  "Yesterday you were this innocent,
I'm-not-going-to-play-that girl, and today you are wearing that outfit and
saying you're eager to play along."

   "Sarah, just drop it.  Now isn't the time." Jessica reprimanded the
girl.

   Samantha turned back around.  "Do you think this isn't bothering me?  Do
you think that what I'm trying to do is easy?!" Her voice was loud and
angry.  "Do you think I like feeling like I'm going to vomit and then faint
every time I do something?"

   "So why do you?" Sarah shot back, just as loud.

   "For him!" Samantha spit.

   Sarah took a step back.

   "Owen is the only reason you even became friends with me.  Before him,
you were all mean to me.  Yeah, we've moved on since then, but he was never
anything but sweet, kind, and caring to me.  So, this," Samantha indicated
her outfit, "and me getting in on the games are because I want to make him
happy.  This isn't something he would ever ask for and, to me, that means
he deserves it."

   Jessica stepped in between the two.  "That's enough!" She looked at
Sarah.  "Sarah, I asked you to drop it.  Samantha," she looked into those
gray eyes, "everyday we are sorry for the way we treated you.  We had to
get to know you, but now we love you." She took a deep breath.  "So, can we
please focus on the task at hand.  The night is still young and we are all
buzzing for something we can have."

   "Samantha," Sarah whispered, "I'm sorry."

   "It's okay." Samantha replied.  "We are all just feeling some tension
but Jessica is right, there's a solution to that."

   "Here's my thinking," Jessica started, "Katerina isn't fully recovered
yet, hell, I doubt Sarah or Rachel are but they are in better condition."

   The girls nodded.

   "So, I think we should have a recovery period between each game where
someone will attempt to complete their challenge."

   Smiles filled the room, with the exception of Katerina who was still
shaking on the bed.

   "After that, we start the next game." She turned her attention to
Samantha.  "I agree with Samantha that someone needs to get Owen off.  From
what I hear, blue balls are a bitch and we don't want him hurting."

   "How do we decide who helps him?" Rachel asked.

   "We draw straws."

   "Or I used my champion reward." Sarah smiled mischievously.

   Jessica smiled back.  "I thought you were going to save that until you
can look at him and say, 'Owen, fuck me until I can't move.  Lick me all
over.  Cum all over me.' or something."

   "That's a good idea." Sarah replied.  "I will save it." She smiled
again. "Owen, tie Jessica down and mount me on top of her.  Fuck me and cum
all over me so I can drip it in her hair."

   "I'd bite you." Jessica warned.

   "I'd want you to." Sarah replied.

   "Okay," Samantha cut in, "so we draw straws.  But first, we have to
decide who is going to complete their challenge."

   Silence filled the room until Rachel spoke up.  "I will." She looked
around.  "Put on a show that Owen can watch while one of you take care of
him."

   "Are you sure?" Jessica asked.

   Rachel nodded.  "My body is on fire from having his hand between my legs
while Sarah's panties were in my mouth.  I need to cum.  I can't wait any
longer."

   "That settles that." Jessica said.  "Now, no matter who gets the short
straw you cannot get him off in a way that would complete your challenge.
We only want one challenge at a time being completed."

   "Well, I guess I can't use my feet on him." Katerina replied.

   They all turned to look at her.  "I'm at least functional right now."

   "You have a foot fetish?" Samantha asked.

   "No." Katerina smiled.

   Samantha's eyes widened.  "You mean?  Really?" She looked down at her
stocking clad feet.  Would he like hers, she wondered.

   The others smiled.

   "But what's the next game?" Samantha asked.

   A grin split Sarah's face.  "I know just the thing."

   Owen stiffened as Jessica straddled his hips.  He erection kicked hard
in his jeans as her cutoff shorts pressed down on him.  He knew he couldn't
take much more.  His balls were already screaming for release.

   Jessica pulled his mouth to hers and pressed her tongue against his. 
Breathlessly breaking away she looked at him through disheveled hair. 
"Rachel is going to put on her show now." Jessica ground her hips against
his.

   Owen groaned and dug his fingers into her hips.  "Fuck." He hissed.

   "Not yet." Jessica laughed.  "But we know you are aching so we drew
straws to see who could go first." She rolled her hips harder.  "I won."

   Owen looked up at her, surprise in his eyes.

   "I'm going to suck your cock while Rachel fingers herself until we have
all been entertained." She lifted her hips.  "I'm going to swallow."

   Owen's hips surged trying to reconnect with that wonderful pressure.  In
his mind, he knew he would have to do some explaining very soon.  Should he
tell her before she found out or try to explain after?

   Rachel worked her shorts off before sitting in a chair opposite Owen. 
The other girls sat at his sides.

   Owen looked at them and realized they were going to be right against him
as Jessica revealed his secret, took him into her mouth . . .  swallowed
his cum.

   Rachel spread her legs over the arms of the love seat.

   Owen could see everything.  Her wonderful breasts captured just beneath
her shirt and bra, her stomach flexing, her delicate flower spreading open
on it's own, her light brown star just below.  She arched her back as she
met his eyes and he watched as something thick and white trailed from her
begging hole down across her ass.

   She put three fingers in her mouth and made a show of running her tongue
over them.

   Owen shifted in his seat as Jessica pulled his hips to the edge of the
couch.  His nerves tore at him as he wondered at what her reaction would
be. What the others' reactions would be.

   She undid the button on his pants, slowly dropped his zipper, and worked
his jeans down his legs.  His boxers were wet around the head of his dick
and as his muscles clenched it jumped it its confines.

   Jessica ran her tongue over the wet spot and purred with hunger.  She
put her hands on the waistband of his boxers and began to pull down.

   "Wait." Owen called, but she didn't stop.

   His cock sprang free.  Nine inches of velvety soft on the outside,
molten steel on the inside.  Jessica, and the other's at his side, stared
down at his erection but didn't make a sound or a move.  They were
captivated by the long, thick member dripping cum from the slit . . .  and
the silver bar which pierced the head from top to bottom.  Silver beads
like M&M's sat flush against his skin, the top one looking like a crown for
his penis.

   Jessica exhaled softly before wrapping her fingers around him.

   He hissed through his teeth.

   "What is that?" Jessica breathed.

   Her face was so close her breath danced over his skin.

   "It's called an Apadravya." Owen choked out.

   "Why do you have that?" Sarah asked.

   "It's supposed to stimulate a woman's g-spot with every stroke." Owen
looked down.  "It's probably too freaky."

   "It's sexy as hell." Katerina whispered.  "Does it work?"

   Before he knew what he was saying, Owen replied, "You'll have to see for
yourself." He blushed and stammered as he realized what he'd just said to
his sister.  He didn't take it back.

   Katerina smiled happily.  "Maybe I will."

   "You'll have to wait your turn." Jessica replied.  "Right now, this is
mine." She leaned forward and flicked one bead with her tongue before
licking his pre-cum from the tip.  "It feels good against your tongue."
Jessica moaned.  "But his taste is so much better than the jewelry."

   A sharp inhale of breath caught Owens attention and he watched as Rachel
moved her fingers between her legs.  The glistening digits moved up and
down, slowly moving against her body as she looked at him.  She pulled her
dripping lips before rubbing a finger around the outside of her opening. 
Her breasts heaved as she pressed her fingers into herself, her pussy
stretching wide to accommodate the intrusion.

   Owen's eyes rolled back as Jessica continued to lick at him before
taking him into her mouth.  With the bar she wouldn't be able to deep
throat him, but she knew how to use her tongue well.

   "This is getting her off." Katerina whispered into his ear.

   "Jessica?" Owen asked.

   "No doubt she is creaming herself, but I was talking about Rachel."

   "Oh yeah?" Owen asked.

   "Uh-huh." Katerina's fingers trailed across his shoulders.  "She loves
to be watched.  But if you really want her to cum hard, you have to
convince her you own her.  That she is yours.  That you can do whatever you
want." Katerina whimpered.  "It lights her up."

   Owen watched as Rachel worked her fingers into herself faster and
faster. He could hear the liquid within her sloshing as she worked her
fingers.  Mewling moans flowed from her throat and shit bit her fingertips
to keep from screaming.

   "I see you." Owen called to her.

   Rachel's knees began to shake.

   "I"m watching you, my pet." His voice was husky and the words sounded
forced but Rachel stared at him, silently begging.

   "Toy." Katerina hissed.

   "My toy." Owen corrected

   Rachel arched her back and began to pound her pussy as fast as she
could.

   Jessica began bobbing her head up and down his shaft, feeling him
pulsing against her tongue.  She knew he wasn't going to last much longer.
She figured he would blow as soon as Rachel did.

   "You like fingering your pretty little pussy for me." He hissed at her.
"You like me watching you."

   Rachel's fingers slipped from her mouth and a wounded moan spilled
forth.

   "I can see your cum leaking out of you.  I like seeing it run down over
your ass."

   Rachel groaned as if he'd touched her.

   "Fuck!" Owen's body tightened.  "I'm so close to cumming." He groaned.

   Jessica pumped her mouth faster around him, slobbering on his dick as
she let her tongue run rampant.

   Owen looked at Rachel.  "You're close too, aren't you?"

   Rachel nodded frantically.

   "I'm going to make you cum.  Would you like that?"

   More nodding.

   "If I do, you'll be mine.  Right?"

   Rachel moaned his name as she plunged her fingers in deeper.

   "You'll do whatever I want you to?"

   Rachel's eyes pleaded with him.  She gave herself over.  "Yes.  Please."

   Owen locked his hands in Jessica's hair.  "Fuck!" He barked.  "I'm
cumming!" He rocked his hips roughly against Jessica's face, fucking her
throat as he came in spurts.

   Jessica swallowed all she could but he came so heavily that it spilled
from her lips to trail on her chin.

   Rachel screamed as Owen announced his release.  Her body locked as her
fingers bottomed out inside her.  Her nerves were singing and her mind was
blank as her body was consumed by pleasure.  She clenched her toes until
her feet began to hurt but she couldn't move as the painfully pleasurable
feelings coursed through her.

   Jessica coughed as Owen continued to cum into her throat, but she held
on, taking everything he could give.

   Rachel went lax on the couch and shook as if electrocuted.

   Katerina whispered into Owen's ear and a smile crossed his face.

   "Are you sure?" Owen asked.

   Katerina nodded enthusiastically.

   Owen leaned down and whispered so only Jessica could hear him.  "Don't
speak.  Did you swallow it all?"

   Jessica flicked her eyes to his and nodded.  His smile grew.  What he
whispered to her made her smile but she kept her lips together.

   Rising to his feet he pulled his clothes into place.  His balls ached
because of the power of his release but he didn't care.  After tonight the
fuckers could retire and become decoration.

   Owen knelt by Rachel and ran his fingers through her hair.  "That was
beautiful, treasure." He kissed her hand and ran his tongue across one
still shiny finger.  "You are mine now, right?"

   Rachel nodded and turned her head to kiss his fingers.

   "I have a present for you, my treasure."

   Her eyes met his.

   "Give me your hands."

   She did so eagerly.

   Owen nodded to Jessica who crawled between Rachel's legs.

   "Keep your legs spread and your eyes on me.  Jessica is going to work on
your pretty little pussy."

   Rachel allowed her hips to be moved so that her satisfied, still
tingling hole pointed toward the ceiling.  Jessica used two fingers to
spread the hole wider.

   Rachel shook but kept her eyes on Owen.

   "Do you feel it?"

   At first Rachel felt nothing, but then she felt a large, wet, something
drop into her opening.

   Her body shook harder and as another drop plopped into her Owen spoke
low beside her ear.  "Jessica just spit my cum into your pussy."

   Rachel screamed as her eyes clamped shut.  Her toes clenched harder than
ever.

   Jessica was smiling between Rachel's legs, her mouth open as she tried
not to give away the game.  She never expected it.

   Rachel's orgasm at Owen's words was cataclysmic as it tore her open from
nerve ending to nerve ending.  She felt her body go beyond her control and
that was when she heard, more than felt, the spray of fluid that shot from
her body to splash into Jessica's hair, her face, and her open mouth.

   At first the spray had caught Jessica off guard, but as the light, sweet
flavor filled her mouth she became ravenous.  She covered Rachel's sex with
her mouth and drank the spray as it gushed from her friend.

   Owen didn't let up.  "I've marked you now."

   Rachel arched her back again.

   "You have my seed inside you.  You could be pregnant right now.  My
lifelong sex slave.  Maybe I'll just cum in you right now."

   Jessica marveled at how strong Rachel's reaction was.  With every word
Owen spoke Rachel would squirt again and again.

   With one final scream of pleasure, Rachel's body collapsed back against
the love seat.  She looked at Owen as her body all-but-convulsed.  He
stroked her cheek and kissed her lips.  "It was only Jessica's spit." Owen
breathed.  "But your reaction was fucking hot."

   "You're telling me." Jessica added wiping her mouth with the back of her
hand.

   "You guys should have see what we saw." Samantha added.  "The whole
picture was . . .  "

   "Earth-shattering." Katerina filled in.

   "The next game," Sarah spoke loud, "is called Drink, Dare, Strip." Her
smile grew.  "With these marbles."

   "We each take turns drawing a marble from the bag.  A red stipe marble
means the person who drew it has to make a Never Have I Ever statement.  If
you've done the thing, you drink.  A green strip in the marble means the
person who drew it gets to dare someone at the table to do something,
anything." Sarah looked to see if everyone was following along.  "A yellow
stripe means that you strip one piece of clothing."

   "Okay." Owen replied.

   "There is a different number of each color in the bag." Sarah continued.
"Starting off there will be more red than anything else, and more green
than yellow." She smiled.  "Here's where it gets complicated.  You keep the
marbles out after you draw them.  When the bowl is empty we put all the
green and yellow back in, but only half of the red.  Each time we empty the
bowl only half the red go back in.  When you are naked you have lost."

   "What does one piece of clothing mean?" Rachel asked.

   "Socks and shoes count as one item.  Meaning you take your socks and
shoes off as one piece of clothing together.  Not each."

   "What happens to the loser's this time?" Jessica asked.

   "This time the losers have to show off their fetish." Sarah smiled,
proud of herself.  "Oh, and you can use your Pass on a Dare but once it's
gone you have to do whatever you are dared or you will lose." Her eyes
locked on Owen's.  "And just because you lost doesn't mean you still can't
be dared to do something."

   "What happens if we refuse again?" Jessica asked.

   "Then we let Owen fuck you bareback until you can't walk."

   "Well," Jessica said with a smile, "I'm not doing any dare then." She
winked at Owen.

   "But if you do the dare," Sarah added, "Then Owen will fuck you until
you can't walk every day."

   "Oh, I changed my mind." Jessica replied.

   The players took their seats in a circle on the floor with each person
having a glass beside them either containing jaeger, tequila, or x-rated.
They didn't have to down the glass, just take a drink.

   They placed Jessica's discarded sweater over the bowl and passed it to
Katerina.

   Katerina spun her hand in the bowl feeling excitement build, even if the
game was a little simple.  Lifting her hand out she beheld the glass ball
with a red lightning strike captured in the center.  Katerina laughed and
set the marble on the floor in front of her crossed legs.

   "Never have I ever," she tapped her cheek thoughtfully, "masturbated
thinking about someone in this room."

   They all exchanged curious glances as everyone lifted their glass and
took a draw from the lip.

   Owen felt his cheeks burn just as his throat burned from the jaeger.

   The bowl passed to Rachel, ever at Katerina's side.  Hand in, loud
rumble of marbles being mixed, and another red stripe was pulled free.

   "Never have I ever," she looked at the faces around her, "ground myself
against someone else's pillow."

   Katerina swore under her breath as she lifted her glass.  She was
surprised when Jessica raised hers as well.

   Rachel laughed and passed the bowl to Jessica.

   Wash, rinse, repeat, except this time a yellow stripe stood out against
her palm.  "Well, handy man, looks like the boots and socks are going
first." She laid her legs across Samantha's lap so her feet were within
Owen's reach.

   Owen worked carefully until each boot slid free from Jessica's feet. 
Her socks were pink cotton with winged hearts dotting them.  Owen looked up
at her with a smile on his face.

   "What?" Jessica asked.

   "I just pictured you as a plain white socks kind of girl."

   Jessica gasped, mockingly.  "Did you just assume my sock preference?!  I
happen to identify as jethro-sexual."

   They all gave her blank stares.

   "Cowgirl on the outside, girly girl on the inside."

   They all laughed as she knew they would.  After Owen removed her socks
she wiggled her toes playfully and passed the bowl to Samantha.

   She drew her marble quickly.  The red looked good in her palm.  "Never
have I ever went down on a girl."

   This time everyone but Samantha lifted their cups.  Owen looked at
Katerina as his cup pressed to his lips.  It had been just a quick swipe or
seven, but technically he had gone down on her.  Her legs twitched beneath
her dress.

   Sammy passed the bowl to Owen.

   Owen reached into the bowl and vigorously mixed the glass balls.  In his
stomach and his heart he knew that no matter what he did the outcome was
going to be the same.  Retracting his hand with his prize his suspicion had
been confirmed.  Emerald green.

   "Ooooh." Sarah cooed.  "Our first dare." She looked to Owen.  "Alright
Owen, name the person and what they have to do?"

   Owen took a drink from his glass and tried to think quickly.  "I dare
Samantha to, for 30 seconds either, lightly nibble Jessica's neck or to let
Katerina play with her breasts."

   "You're not supposed to give her choices." Sarah complained.

   "You will all get choices." Owen replied.  "I want each of you to do
only what you want to do."

   "How do you know she wants to do either of those?" Jessica asked.

   "I'm pretty sure she wants to do at least one of them." Owen replied.

   "Oh, yeah?" Samantha challenged.  "How is that?"

   "I saw you earlier, when I was undressing Katerina.  Your hands were
moving."

   Samantha blushed prettily but she didn't deny his statement.

   The other girls sat back.

   "What's it going to be?" Owen asked.

   Samantha didn't reply.  She took another sip from the glass in front of
her and rose from her seat.  She moved confidently around the table until
she stood in front of Jessica.  She cocked her head to the side before
leaning down and running her tongue across Jessica's neck.  Jessica sighed
and put her hands on Samantha's sides.

   Owen watched, unable to tear his eyes away as his cock throbbed back to
life.

   Jessica groaned clearly loving the attention Samantha was showing her.
Jessica's breasts heaved behind her button down shirt and she alternated
licking and biting her lower lip.  Her fingers clenched against Samantha's
sides and her hips were gently rocking in her seat.

   "Time." Sarah announced.

   Samantha pulled her lips from Jessica's neck and placed a soft kiss on
the redhead's lips.  She straightened, wiped the corner of her mouth with a
fingertip and walked on her toes and the balls of her feet back to her
seat. She wiggled her ass playfully toward Owen before sitting back down.

   Owen passed the bowl to Sarah.  Another yellow popped free.

   "Well, I shouldn't have to take anything off.  I already lost my
panties." Sarah stuck out her tongue.

   "Sorry girly," Jessica quipped, "I guess you'll have to choose what
comes off next."

   "No fair.  I already took off my stockings and heels."

   Jessica stuck her tongue out.  "I guess you won't be winning this
round."

   Sarah harrumphed but smiled as she remembered Owen would be doing the
work.  She turned to him.  "Okay Owen, the shirt it is."

   Owen gripped the hem of her white shirt and lifted it.

   Sarah felt the brush of his knuckles against her stomach and remembered
the feeling of his head pressed against her abdomen as he worked her
panties down her legs.  "Better hurry or you'll see a wet spot where I'm
sitting."

   Owen laughed.  "Oh, so you're saying I should take my time?" As the
shirt rose over her breasts Owen hissed through his teeth.  Sarah breasts
were warm against his skin and her nipples were hard and standing proud on
her quarter size pink areola.

   As Owen's cock twitched in his pants Jessica said, "Watch out Sarah,
that thing has quite a payload."

   Sarah, feeling bold, reached out and grabbed the hard ridge in his
pants. "I hope so." She said with a wink.  "He's going to need it." Sarah
arched her back, her firm breasts jutting out from her chest.  "Actually,
the air feels nice on them.  Now, if only I could get someone to lick
them." She flashed a wink at Owen.

   The bowl landed back in front of Katerina.  Another red striped ball
joined the first one at her feet.  "Never have I ever fingered or jerked
myself off."

   Everyone but Samantha lifted their cup.

   Rachel drew another red.  "Never have I ever rubbed my clit until I
came."

   This time everyone but Samantha and Owen drank.

   "Wait," Katerina spoke, "you haven't done either of those?" She looked
at Samantha in awe.  "Not even rubbed your clit?"

   Samantha shook her head.

   "But you drank to masturbating about someone in the room." Rachel
reminded.

   "I can cum from playing with my breasts.  Down below?  I'm untouched."

   "Wow." Jessica replied.  She drew a red from the bowl.  "Never have I
ever had anal sex."

   Katerina, Rachel, Samantha, and Owen left their cups on the floor. 
Sarah and Jessica drank.

   The bowl passed again.

   Samantha pulled a red from the bowl.  "Never have I ever had sex with a
man."

   This time Katerina, Samantha, and Rachel did not lift their cups.  Owen
remembered Katerina spreading her legs and him catching a glimpse of
something he felt certain he couldn't have seen.

   Jessica leaned in toward Owen and said, "There ya go, virgin slayer."
She purred.  "Now, you know who your targets are."

   Owen reached into the bowl and drew out a yellow marble.

   "Ooooh!" Rachel cooed.

   "Hell yes." Jessica sat up straight.

   "Finally!" Sarah added in.

   "Who undresses him?" Samantha asked.

   "What's it going to be, bro?" Katerina laughed.

   Owen took the comments well and answered with a smile, "Shirt."

   Samantha jumped on him and quickly pulled the t-shirt from his frame.

   "Holy shit." Sarah breathed.  Her eyes locked on his abs and the heavy
ridges of his well-toned muscles and the ink design on his side.

   "Seconded." Jessica replied.  Suddenly she wanted to trace the tribal
design on his ribs with her tongue.

   "When did you get the tattoo?" Katerina asked in a low voice.

   Owen looked at her and gave her a bright smile.

   Katerina was shifting in her seat as the bowl passed to Sarah.

   "What's wrong with you?" Sarah asked Katerina.  "You're shaking over
there."

   "I have to pee." Katerina bounced in her seat.

   "So go pee." Sarah replied.  "But I'm still taking my turn whether
you're here or not."

   Katerina got up from the circle and moved quickly to the bathroom.

   Sarah reached into the bowl and pulled out the second green.  Rachel
leaned in and whispered to Sarah.  They giggled together before Sarah
spoke.

   "I dare Owen to go into the bathroom and watch Katerina."

   Owen knew he should pass.  He could feel it in every nerve of his body.
He rose from his seat and followed where Katerina had walked.

   He stepped into the bathroom as Katerina lowered her hand between her
legs.  She turned to face him and though her cheeks burned she seemed
unable to stop the movement of her wrist even as her pee began to flow.

   "Fuck, Kat." Owen closed the door behind him.

   Her eyes looked apologetic as her toes clenched on the floor and a soft
moan escaped her lips.  She worked her hand faster just before she began to
shake.

   Owen felt his hips moving as thoughts of pressing into her filled his
mind.  He hungered for the feeling of her skin around him, milking him.

   Katerina stood and wiped herself dry.

   Owen's eyes drank her in and he knew he wouldn't be able to stop
himself. He reached down and worked his zipper, freeing his cock from its
confines.

   Katerina's breath seemed to fall from her as he palmed himself.  He
didn't speak as he pulled her close and turned her to face the mirror over
the sink.

   "Watch us." He growled into her ear.

   She did.  She watched in the mirror as he lifted her dress over her ass.
She saw his face, a mask of passion, as she felt him feed his cock between
her legs.  She shuddered as his eyes closed the instant the head of his
cock pressed against her dripping hole.  She saw herself bite her lower lip
as he flexed his hips, working the blunt pressure against her opening. 
Something passed over his face, a conflict.

   He repositioned himself his length running between her velvet lips.

   They groaned together.  She could feel his heat against her clit with
every movement of his hips.  As he worked himself against her his cock
would bump into her stomach.  He me her eyes in the mirror as he worked
himself harder.

   Katerina gripped the sink as her brother rode against her.  As he locked
against her, she felt her body respond.  Her cum seemed to pour from her to
coat him as his cock shot the first rope of his cum against her stomach and
her dress.

   She moaned and flexed her hips, milking him for more.

   He eagerly complied, his cock kicking powerfully as he draped her
stomach in his cum.

   As he fell away from her she fought to catch her breath.  The smile that
split her face as she looked at the two of them framed by the mirror hurt
her cheeks but she didn't care.

   Owen held the door for her as she straightened her dress.  Good thing
it's black, she thought to herself.

   They sat down at the table to questioning looks but neither offered any
information.  The dare had been given, it had been followed, and that was
all they needed to know.

   As Sarah passed the bowl to Katerina she sniffed the other girl.  "What
is that scent you're wearing?"

   Katerina's face lit up red as she tried to hide a reaction.  "I don't
know what you're talking about."

   "Oh?" Sarah asked.

   Katerina stared daggers at her friend.

   "Fine, fine." Sarah replied holding her hands up in surrender.

   Katerina reached into the bowl and frowned as a yellow stripe gleamed at
her.  "Shit!" Katerina looked at Owen.  "Bra."

   Owen made quick work of the piece though his hands did cup her breasts
for just a moment before departing.  She didn't blame him.  The whole time
he worked on her she had her hand pressed against her stomach feeling his
cum in the fabric of her dress.

   Rachel drew and yellow flashed in her palm as well.  "Damn.  Guess I'm
losing my bra, too." She turned her back to Owen.

   Again he copped a feel of her breasts but if her hands on top of his
were any indication, she didn't mind.

   Jessica pulled out a green.  "I dare Samantha to suck Owen's dick for
one minute." There had been no hesitation for her to think.  She had known
what she wanted from the beginning.

   "With pleasure." Samantha pressed her mouth to Owen's ear.  "I'm sorry
if this isn't very good."

   Owen was going to reply with something like, anything would be fine, but
Samantha pushed him to his back before he could start.  He heard his zipper
come undone, felt small hands reaching into his boxers, and then . . . 
cooler air swirling around his throbbing head.

   Samantha licked the tip of him hesitantly.  She flicked her tongue over
the huge, blunt head.  He tasted slightly salty and a little sweet.  Her
hips flexed as she took him into her mouth, rubbing her tongue over his
skin as her body continued to move.  She felt like he was taking her from
behind even as he filled her mouth.  Her hips rocked to the rhythm of her
head bobbing up and down on him.  Saliva filled her mouth but she didn't
care.  She wanted him to enjoy what she was doing.

   His hands cupped her face as his hips began to move.  The throbbing
member in her mouth pulling and pushing across her tongue.  She wanted to
feel that movement lower in her body.  She wanted him to take her now.  She
swirled her tongue around the head as more of that salty sweet flavor
registered.

   He bucked hard against her, his cock thrusting for her throat in a
passionate jab that left her gagging around him.

   Embarrassed that she had gagged she found herself dripping wet that he
had lost himself to passion for her.  Just as she was about to let him have
his way with her someone called time.

   "There's eight marbles left." Sarah called as the bowl passed to
Samantha.

   "How do you know?" Katerina asked.

   "I counted how many marbles there were in total." Sarah replied.

   Samantha reached into the bowl and pulled out a green.  She looked at
Owen and felt her stomach twist.  Say it, she told herself, just say what
you want.  "I dare Katerina," Samantha's voice quavered as she spoke,
disappointed with herself.  "to go down on Rachel until she cums."

   "Thank, God!" Rachel moaned.  "I've been on fire since Owen undressed
me."

   Rachel stood and removed her shorts.  "Sorry, handy man, but I can't
wait." Or run the risk of you making me need it so much more.  She sat on
the edge of the couch and spread her legs wide.

   Katerina crawled over to Rachel and wasted no time.  She place a soft
kiss right on Rachel's dewy lips before using her fingers to pull them
apart.  She took a few playful swipes at Rachel's clit before covering
Rachel's sex with her mouth.  She worked her tongue skillfully and Rachel
draped her legs over Katerina's shoulders even as her fingers would in
Kat's hair.

   "Fuck." Rachel grunted as her hips began to shake.  "She's going to make
me so sensitive."

   Katerina groaned as Rachel bucked against her.

   "Oh, oh, oh!" Rachel moaned.  "Shitshitshitshit." She swore shrilly.

   Katerina hummed loudly and Rachel screamed immediately, her body going
stock-still as her orgasm consumed her.

   Katerina returned to her seat before Rachel had even come down from her
release.

   Owen took the bowl.  As he looked at the green marble in his hand he
knew what he wanted to say, knew that he shouldn't say it, but he let it
fly anyway.  "I think in the spirit of fairness it is time to spread the
wealth.  I dare Samantha to let me lick her until she cums."

   Samantha, having been taking a drink, spit into her cup and reflexively
closed her legs.  She looked at Owen through the tangle of her hair
spilling over her face.  "You want to do that?" She asked tentatively.

   Owen nodded.  "Absolutely." He smiled at her.  "But only if you want me
to do it."

   Samantha looked at the circle around her.  These were her friends but
she had never done anything like what she was considering now.  It was
Katerina who sealed the deal.  As Samantha's eyes crossed Kat's path, the
brunette nodded her head gently before offering a soft smile.  Samantha
returned her eyes to Owen.

   She took the side of her lower lip between her teeth and let her legs
fall to the sides, opening herself, giving him an invitation he eagerly
accepted.

   Started at her feet hissing her stocking toes before kissing up her
ankle, the side of her calf, nuzzling her knee, and finally, as her
stockings ended, running his tongue along her thigh on an ever upward
journey.  As his nose brushed the hem of her skirt she put a hand on his
forehead, halting him.

   "But don't take my panties off." She smiled.  "I don't want to be an
item down when we go back to the game, like some people." She added.

   Owen nodded and groaned as her hand pulled away from his head.  He
nipped at her thigh causing her to squirm as he lifted her skirt until her
panties were the only barrier between him and her sex.

   He looked up at her from between her legs.  "I want you to watch."

   Samantha nodded as her hips rolled beneath her.  His words were an
addiction she couldn't fight, and never wanted to.  She kept her eyes on
him as he lowered his head between her legs, felt herself blush as he ran
his nose along her slit breathing her in.  She forced herself to keep her
eyes open even as she felt his fingers working the gusset, small as it was,
to the side of her aching lips.

   The first swipe of his tongue was light.  Light in the way something
passes by you and you don't notice until it is gone.  Electricity arced
over her skin painting foreign symbols on perfectly flawed flesh as his
tongue passed over her sex once more.  This time she felt the pull of him
in every fiber of the skin he touched.  Her blood burned within her, her
lungs ached as she struggled to breathe fast enough, deep enough to stay
alive as he drained her in a delicious torture of his soft, wet tongue.

   He pulled her lips, in turn, into his mouth sucking them lightly,
teasing her by denying her what she so longed to feel in excruciating
detail.  She could almost feel him laugh as he licked all around her vulva
touching everything but what she begged for him to touch.  And she did beg.
She couldn't help it.  Her mouth moved and words flowed like water from a
pitcher.  She didn't know what she said specifically, but she could tell
from the tone of her voice what the general message was.

   He pulled back from her sex and showed her his glossy mouth.  There was
no smile on his face, no laugh in his eyes.  There was desperation; hunger.
This was the look a predator gave prey (whether the prey noticed or not)
before giving chase, before devouring them whole.

   She didn't want to run.  Do like the story says and eat me, as the old
joke went.

   He lowered himself down, his massive chest solidly against the floor and
she could swear a dark sound rumbled from him.  His lips pressed against
the junction of her thigh and her sex and he nipped her with his teeth hard
enough to make her jump.  Something about the primal moment charged her,
awakening a hunger within her.  This is the destruction of me, she thought.
And it was the last thought she had as he began to move.

   Owen had meant to tease her.  Truth be told, it was his go-to move.  He
knew that sex for guys was about the feeling and the release, the visceral
connection and the friction of the movement.  For women, it was about the
mind.  You could fuck a woman, sure.  Would she cum?  Maybe, if you went
down on her and had limitless reserves of stamina.  If you captured her
mind, made her wonder what you were going to do, or gave her time to lose
herself in your passion, made a point of building the tension?  Well, there
was no end to the things you could accomplish.

   So, he had meant to tease her.

   What he hadn't anticipated was the way she would ensnare him.  The way
the smell of her body, even the sweat on her skin, would seep into him
captivating his senses and leave him longing for more.  Leave him,
insatiable.  As he ran his nose along her panty clad slit he had felt the
arousal, instant and hard, but he hadn't felt the fall.  Not until he had
pulled the material to the side.  By then?  It was already too late.

   He licked her softly, accomplishing his goal of teasing her but he
didn't avoid her slit because he wanted to amp her up.  He avoided licking
there because he was afraid of losing his mind in the way she moved,
tasted, whimpered with his ministrations.  This beautiful woman was spread
before him, her glistening sex revealed to anyone who bothered to look, and
he felt as though he were naked.  After swimming in a cold pool.

   He lifted his head as a final chance for her to use her pass.  He didn't
speak because he couldn't.  He didn't trust himself to move a muscle; which
was pretty difficult because that thing down there could jump all on its
own.

   Something changed in her.  Something he doubted she could sense.  A
feeling washed over him as he looked at her and it was as if she had
shuddered under his gaze though she didn't move an inch.  As her eyes met
his there was quite a bit of jumping down below and he clenched his teeth
to keep from moaning.

   His cock tingled all over.  His shaft felt like her fingers were upon
him, his balls clenched like she were cupping them.  All in all, he felt
like a bow string pulled far beyond its limit.  At any moment he would
either break or send something soaring.

   She shifted her legs wider for him and his mouth watered at the sight.
Her beautiful lips, lightly covered with short, downy blonde hairs slowly
opened.  He'd heard if a woman became aroused enough that it could happen
as such, but he had never seen it.  He arched his back as trails of fire
split his skin, phantom feelings of her nails scoring the flesh.  He
lowered himself but couldn't stop the growl rising from his chest.  This
girl is going to destroy me, he thought.  His thought, mirroring hers, was
the last to go through his mind.

   He moved in strained, precarious pseudo-control.  Sometimes "breathe
normally" was bad advice.  Her scent was stronger now that her lips were
parted and he wanted to be covered by the smell.  He wanted to feel her cum
on his skin marking him, claiming him.  And what's more?  He wanted his cum
inside her.  He wanted to fill her to the brim and watch as his seed
dripped from her slit.

   His cock pulsed so hard he felt that his skin might tear at whatever
seams it may have.  He pressed his mouth over her sex his upper lip barely
above the top of her slit.

   Her hands locked in his hair and for a moment they just breathed
together.  The rush of their inhales and exhales the only sound they could
hear over the pumping of their blood.  They each used this moment as an
anchor for what would happen next.

   Owen closed his eyes.

   Samantha let her head fall back as the tension held.

   The dragging weight of his tongue on her clit had her legs snapping
against his head.  Her fingers were white knuckled as she held him right
where he was.  She hadn't known what to expect but it hadn't been the
feeling that shot through her.  Her body sang as his tongue swirled around
what had to be her clit sending sensations racing through her body from the
base of her spine to the tips of her toes crashing into the receptors of
her mind.  He touched her everywhere thought only his tongue felt her body.

   She arched her back until her muscles ached.  She clenched her toes
until her feet screamed with cramps.  Nothing could pull her from the
sensation of his mouth working her faster then slower, soft, then
crushingly hard.  He seemed to read her body expertly and used different
licks to bring her higher.  She didn't want him to stop.  This was beyond
anything she had ever experienced from her breasts.  It was the
experiential difference between an orange and faster than light travel. 
There was no comparison.

   She held on as he sucked her clit into his mouth knowing something more
was going to happen.  Her eyes snapped open and she screamed his name as
his tongue flicked faster than ever across the bundle of nerves he had
trapped in his mouth.  She shook against him as her body throbbed with her
release.  She was stunned, her mind blanked, alive with nothing but
sensation registering on every millimeter of her skin.

   Her breath locked in her chest even as he began to slow.  Helping her
descend from the heights she had shot toward.

   As she fought to catch her breath he repositioned her panties and
climbed up her body to kiss her full on the mouth.

   She wrinkled her nose at the scent on his lips and the salty flavor of
her arousal made her feel like she needed a shower.

   Owen noticed her reaction and looked at her.  "Do you know why I wanted
to kiss you after that?"

   "Cough-Lesbianfantasy-Cough." Katerina mocked.  She felt she had to do
something to ease the tension.

   Owen shot her an annoyed look.

   Samantha shook her head.

   "I did it because the smell of you, the taste, oh, fuck," He trembled
above her, "I don't think women understand the sheer perfection of these
simple things."

   "Like our tastes and smells?" Rachel offered.

   Owen nodded.  "Exactly."

   "That's how you feel?" Samantha asked.  "Honestly?"

   Owen nodded again.

   Samantha seemed to chew on his words for a moment, tasting what he had
offered.  Finally she spoke, "Then kiss me again and make me taste what you
taste."

   Owen happily complied.

   "Hey!" Sarah called, snapping out of her blank stare.  "Aren't we
supposed to be playing a game?"

   "Yes." Jessica replied.  "But I think if we do any more dares someone is
going home pregnant."

   Katerina repositioned herself and hoped no one noticed.

   "What do you suggest then?" Rachel asked the redhead.

   "I think we should put half the reds back in and all the yellows but
leave the green out." Jessica offered.

   "I think we should leave only one green in." Katerina added but
immediately regretted speaking.

   "You wanna get pregnant, cause that's how you get pregnant." Jessica
shot back, mocking the famous Archer quote.

   "Okay, so we make a provision where no one has sex." Katerina replied.

   "Did you not see what I just saw?" Rachel spoke up.  "Lover boy here was
about to devour her, mount, and stuff her." Rachel looked at Samantha still
collapsed on the floor.  "In that order."

   "It's not like we are trying not to have sex with him." Katerina fussed.
Her comment was met with raised eyebrows from all.  "I mean, er. . ."

   "Okay.  Fine." Jessica surprised them.  "Two red, two yellow, and only
one green." She looked at each player.  "You put the marble back in after
you draw."

   Katerina was beside herself.  "Okay, let's set it up."

   It was the work of a moment before the new setup was in place.

   "Who's turn is it?" Sarah asked.  Her eyes grew wide, "Oh yeah, it's
mine!" She clapped her hands.  She stuck her hand into the bowl and knew
that she was going to get the green.  She knew it beyond all doubt. 
Opening her palm . . .

   "Yellow!" Jessica laughed.  "Time to lose the skirt."

   Sarah scowled.  "Fine."

   Owen worked the zipper on the side and the fabric fell away leaving
Sarah gloriously revealed.

   "Hey!" Sarah shouted.  "Just cause I'm naked doesn't mean you can all
look."

   "Yes it does." Jessica replied.

   "No it doesn't." Sarah stamped her feet.

   "Yes." Jessica stuck out her tongue.

   "No-" Sarah was about to continue when Owen pressed his mouth against
hers, breathing the air from her lungs and pulling the venom from her
anger.

   He pulled his lips from hers.  "Let us see."

   "God, you make it hard to stay mad." She laughed.  "You also make it
hard to hang on to my victory prize."

   "Well, you make it hard, too." Owen replied, meaning she made it hard on
herself.  Judging from the laughter of the others it was clear that was not
how it had been taken.

   Katerina laughed the loudest.

   "Screw you, Kat." Owen chuckled.

   "Ready and waiting, stud." Katerina replied.  "I mean, meow."

   "I mean it, Kat." Owen warned.

   "Meow." Katerina stepped closer.

   Owen heard her purring in her throat as she continued to move toward
him. "Kat, I'm really not kidding." Owen took one step back as his stomach
flipped and fluttered within him.

   "Fine." Katerina relented.  "Just leave me all hot and bothered.  Some
brother." She flashed him a smile.  "My turn." She pulled a yellow from the
bowl.  "What?!  Seriously.  Two in a row!" She looked at Owen.  Holding her
arms out to the sides she said, "I guess I'm all yours."

   Owen felt his cock throb at the very idea.  He moved over to her and
stood in front of her before reaching behind her neck and untying the bow
that held her dress on.  His breath left his lungs in a rush as the fabric
fell to the floor in a puddle around her pretty bare feet.

   "See anything you like?" Katerina purred.  "Maybe something you want to
touch," she took a step toward him, "something you want to kiss," she put
her mouth by his ear, "something you want to taste."

   Owen felt his hand grasp her hair as he pulled her against his body. 
"You keep teasing me and I'm going to lose myself." His free hand wandered
down to the swell of her ass.  He gripped her hard and growled in his
throat.  "I mean it Kat, I'm going to lose it and then I'll take every part
of you for myself."

   "Promises." Katerina replied defiantly as her hand grabbed the hard
length of him through his jeans.

   Rachel drew next and frowned when she also drew a yellow.  "Shit!" She
put the marble back.  "Shirt it is, then." As Owen moved toward her she
warned, "But no licking, kissing, sucking, or touching with your hands."

   "Why not?" Katerina wondered aloud.  "You love all those things."

   "Yes, but the way I'm feeling now, if he did any of those, I will be
sitting in a puddle."

   "Mmmmm." Owen's mouth watered at the idea.  "That's something I'd love
to see."

   Rachel's eyes were half-lidded when she replied.  "Really?"

   Owen nodded.

   Rachel shook her head like she was coming out of a trance.  "Well,
you'll just have to wait and see that later."

   The purple cami clung to her body like a second skin and Owen was just
as careful with it as he would be with her body.  He pulled it up slowly,
breathing in through his nose, and out through his mouth.

   She shivered and he smiled as his cool breath made goosebumps pop up on
her skin.

   When the shirt released its hold on Rachel he let it fall to the ground
as he looked at her breasts.  His mind was on overload from all the exposed
flesh but each part he revealed still stole his breath.

   She smacked his hand that he had been unaware was even moving.

   "Uh uh." She said, wagging her finger at him.  "Not until I calm down a
little.  I would hate to cum before it was my turn.

   Jessica wasted no time and grabbed the bowl, bringing everyone back to
the game, while drawing out a red.  "Never have I ever-"

   "No." Owen interrupted.  "I think it's time we take out the red.  Just
the two yellow and the one green." His voice was dark and husky, his eyes
half lidded.  He licked his lips.

   "Okay." Jessica replied weakly.  She didn't understand how he could have
this effect on her.  She'd had plenty of lovers, male and female, but none
had ever made her feel as hot as she felt with Owen's eyes on her.  She
pulled the red marbles from the bowl and re-drew.  Her palm glinted with a
yellow stripe.  She looked at him as she exhaled heavily from her mouth.

   "That's more like it." Owen replied before moving over to her.  He
prowled like a panther as he covered the short distance.  Jessica leaned
herself back as he traced his path up her body with his nose.  "What's it
going to be, sexy?" He took her ear lobe between his teeth.  "What should I
take off of you."

   "Y-you," She closed her eyes and exhaled as the smell of his skin washed
over her.  He smelled of cinnamon and something nutty.  She shivered as his
breath caressed her skin.  "You can pick." She replied in a low voice.  Her
body hummed as she looked into his eyes.  He was drinking her in, thinking
of how he wanted to see her, and the thought that he wanted to see her only
fanned the flames of her desire.

   "You sure?" His voice was gravel low and his breath tickled the fine
hairs on the back of her neck.

   Jessica, strong, independent Jessica bent like a flower before him.  She
could only nod in response to his question.

   "I like that." Owen replied before reaching reaching down and popping
the button of her jean shorts.  "I'm going to like this more." He took her
hand and pulled her to her feet before dropping to his knees.  Looking up
at her he worked the jeans off her hips and down her legs.  He didn't look
away until her feet were free.

   He sat back on his heels and looked at her.  She had pale pink cotton
panties and he decided that he loved the way the fabric showed just how
turned on she was.  The bottom half, front and backs, were dark with her
arousal.

   Jessica knew she was soaking wet.  She had known for a while.  She
thought she had been playing it off well enough but now there was no
denying it.  Jessica also knew what was going to happen next.  She knew,
and yet, it still stole the breath from her.

   Owen pressed his nose against the wet fabric and inhaled slowly.

   Jessica's cheeks burned as she wondered, as the others had, if he liked
her smell.  What if he didn't?  What if she didn't smell good?  What if she
made him sick?  Her thoughts ran away with her until she felt something
new. Owen's fingers were sliding the fabric of her panties to the side.

   "Oh, fuck." She exhaled the words in a rush as Owen went to work.  His
tongue was flat and soft as he swept it up her slit.  He flicked her clit
in a flutter of movement that distracted her from the movement of his hand
from her hip.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jessica gasped as his fingers slid into
her in a smooth stroke.  It felt like he had his hand inside her she was so
full, but only two of his fingers had slid into her.

   "Shit, Owen." She moaned as he continued to lap at her.  "If, if, shit,
Owen, God!" She shook against him as he continued to lick her and work his
fingers faster and faster.  "Owen, fuck, you're going, ah, ah," she
clenched her toes, released them, clenched again, released again, clenched,
"I'm, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming!" She screamed as her knees went weak and she
fell back onto the couch.  Owen kept his mouth fixed on her and continued
to work her until her muscles began to pulse softly against his fingers.

   He pulled away from her.  Sat back on his heels.  And breathed heavily
for an eternity.  Finally, he turned to look at the spectators.  "I don't
know how much more of this I can take before I give in to my desire." He
swallowed as his body shivered.  "I need to know, right now, how far are
you each willing to go?"

   Samantha felt like a fool but she spoke up first.  "All the way.  I want
you to do anything and everything you want to me.  Provided I can do what I
want to you."

   Owen smiled.  "I'm up for whatever any of you want."

   "Good." Samantha replied.  "Cause I have a dildo I want to put up your
ass." She said with a completely serious face.

   Owen blanched but then replied.  "Okay.  If that's what you want."

   Samantha laughed.  "No, I just wanted to see your reaction.  It was
getting a little tense in here."

   Katerina spoke next.  "You already know my answer."

   "No, I don't." Owen said shakily.

   "Owen," Katerina replied softly.

   "I have to know, Kat."

   "Meow." Katerina replied softly, her voice catching in her throat.

   "Katerina." Owen prompted.

   Katerina looked at him, tears in her eyes.  "Owen. . .  please."

   "Please what?" He asked.

   She mumbled something.

   "What?"

   "Don't hate me, okay."

   "Katerina, you can say no, I won't hate you because it isn't what you
want."

   She mumbled again.

   "Kat, you have to speak up."

   "Meow." Katerina replied softly.  "I said, I don't want to say no."

   Owen was shell-shocked his hearing fading to a soft ringing and nothing
more.  He looked at Katerina, his eyes tracing her features as he had done
countless times before.  Sure, she was naked this time but his eyes didn't
seek out her feminine features.  He found himself looking at the scar to
the side of her lip where she had been scratched by a dog when she was
younger.  He saw the gentle curve of her eyebrow and that one hair that
refused to follow the others yet somehow escaped plucking.  Her chocolate
eyes with the one splay of hazel on the one side.

   Katerina was looking at him, bared before him, her breasts hanging
weights sweating against her sternum as she waited for Owen to respond. 
She felt repugnant as she noticed the rolls of skin from how she was
sitting.  She looked away as her eyes began to sting.

   He doesn't hate you, her mind whispered to her, he just thinks you're
disgusting.

   The first tear fell from her eyes as Owen wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm glad you don't want to say no.  I want to hear other words from you.
Like yes, or please, or right there, or maybe just some moaning of my
name."

   Katerina smiled.  "What about a nice, meow?"

   Owen laughed.  "Better be careful, if you meow too much, someone might
give you a tail and some kitty ears."

   "Promises." Katerina laughed lightly.

   Owen wiped the tears from her eyes.

   "Put me down for some of everything." Rachel spoke up.

   "Me, too." Sarah added.

   Jessica wrapped her arms around him.  "Put me down for all of
everything." She said.

   "Slut." Sarah shot at the redhead.

   "Prude." Jessica replied.

   "You just give it away." Sarah laughed.

   "At least I've got takers." Jessica returned.

   "Girls, girls," Samantha cut in, "he's going to fuck you both, I
promise."

   "Oh, yeah?" Owen laughed.

   "Of course you are." Samantha replied sweetly.  She turned toward
Jessica and Sarah.  "But he's going to make love to me." Her smile was slow
and bright.

   "You little-" Sarah bit out.

   Jessica just laughed.  "I guess she got us."

   "You're going to make love to me, too, right?" Katerina asked on a
whimper.

   "Well," Owen started.

   "Of course he is." Samantha cut in again.  "Virgins always make love. 
Can't fuck us.  Nope."

   "He can try to fuck me." Rachel offered with a smile.

   "No he can't." Samantha fought back.  "You're a virgin, he can only make
love to virgins."

   "I don't see how he can make love to me with his cock in my ass while
I'm eating his sister out?" Rachel looked at Katerina as Owen's mouth fell
open.

   Samantha opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, closed it again.
"Okay, you he can fuck."

   They all laughed.

   "Ya know," Sarah started, "two of us are naked and this game is never
going to be over unless we stop getting distracted."

   "I can't help it." Owen ran his fingers through his hair.  "You are all
so mind-numbingly sexy I forget things."

   "I don't know why you're trying to flatter us, you're already getting
what you want." Samantha purred.

   "I'm just saying what I believe." Owen retorted.

   "I believe," Samantha replied, "that it's my turn now."

   "Drink up, Katerina." Sarah whispered.  "You know what we have to do
when this is over."

   Katerina blushed.  "How do you-"

   "Why else would Rachel tell me to dare your brother to follow you into
the bathroom?"

   Katerina stared daggers at Rachel who only smiled broadly in return. 
"I'm going to get you for this." She threatened.

   "Oh, I got yellow as well." She looked at Owen.  He knew how far she was
willing to go now, she had gotten over that bridge.  Now it was time to
commit.  "Time for my shirt to come off." She played with the hem of the
piece.  "This thing has been teasing my nipples all night, though, seems a
shame to lose it.  Unless," she looked into Owen's eyes, "you have
something that would feel better on them?" Her grey eyes didn't waver as
she looked at him.

   "I'll see what I can do."

   She raised her arms above her head as Owen grabbed the bottom of the
shirt.  As he leaned in to her he could smell her natural scent.  There was
a hint of deodorant but the night's activities had all but rendered it
useless.

   Owen was not a person who could honestly state that he liked smells
other people considered off-putting.  He couldn't say that he really wanted
to be one of those people.  What he could say was the scent of her body did
not disgust him.  The scent almost relaxed him, in the way that a celebrity
farting in front of you might relax you in their presence.  Kind of a
statement, "Hey, I'm just a person like you."

   He pulled the fabric from her skin, wishing like hell he could be
wrapped as closely to her as it had been.

   "I plan to get you much closer than that." Samantha hissed in his ear.

   "Fuck, guess I was talking out loud." Owen said

   Samantha giggled and then sighed as the air of the room cooled the skin
of her breasts.

   Owen looked at her.  He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her
breathing.  He didn't know how to measure them.  They could have been a's,
b's, c's, d's, fucking triple xyz's for all he knew.  What he did know?  He
wanted his hands on them, or his lips.  Fuck it, he thought, let's go for
the latter.

   He took hold of her wrists keeping her hands above her head as he bent
down and took one areola into his mouth.  Samantha arched into the contact
as his tongue swirled around her sensitive nipple.

   "Oh, God!" She moaned as his teeth scraped roughly against the hard
point.  She had told them she could get off from playing with her breasts
but she had undersold the act.  As he nipped at her she felt electricity in
the middle of her back.  True enough, it wasn't the same as when he'd gone
down on her, but it was more than just a feeling.  It was an awareness that
this maternal act - breastfeeding (though she didn't lactate) - could
nourish in more ways than one.

   Owen switched his mouth to her other breasts and she moaned as he sucked
harder at her.  She rolled her hips as he "fed" from her and she knew that
her own fingers would never suffice again.  From now on she would need
someone working on her, taking from her, giving over to her.  Owen had
spoiled her for anything less.

   All too soon he pulled away from her chest.  She trapped his face in her
hands and kissed him trying to convey in a single act all that he meant to
her.  She felt horribly inept at the task but her confidence was bolstered
by the satisfied moan she got from her soon to be lover.

   Owen drew from the bowl and was mildly surprised that another yellowed
showed.  "That's a little odd." He shrugged his shoulders.

   "What's a little odd?" Samantha asked moving closer presumably to help
him remove something.

   "Hey!" Jessica fussed.  "Let someone else get their hands on him."

   "Who?  Me?" Samantha flipped her blonde hair.  "I don't know what you're
talking about."

   "Uh huh." Jessica squinted at Samantha.  "I'm calling dibs."

   "On his hand or his heart?" Samantha mocked.

   "On his body." Jessica fired back.  "Now scooch over."

   Samantha thought for a moment.  "Is it too late to use the
lick-things-to-claim-them-as-your-own card?"

   Jessica swooped down and ran her tongue along Owen's abs.  "It is now."
She said with a grin.

   Owen looked at Jessica.  "Shoes and socks, I guess."

   Jessica turned her body around so that her head was at his feet and,
only by coincidence she reassured him, was her bottom pointed directly at
him.  With only the pink panties between them and her comment about wanting
all of everything Owen couldn't stop the thoughts in his mind.

   As Jessica worked on his laces, taking her time, she swayed her body
from side-to-side.  She burned for Owen in a way he hadn't noticed yet. 
Sure she was wet, that much was obvious, but the hunger for him went beyond
a little pants wetting.  She needed, had to be, filled by him.  She wanted
that length with the shiny bar and beads inside of her.

   It was like he read her mind.  As she sought to make him drool while
working one shoe off she felt his hands on her ass.  Expecting him to rub
her butt she was shocked when he rolled her panties down to her knees.  She
groaned and worked her thighs until she felt fully exposed to his eyes. 
That single groan lengthened as he pressed his fingers into her.  She had
missed the feeling of him inside of her and as he worked his fingers she
reveled in the sensation.

   She had pulled his second shoe off when he pulled his fingers from her.
She was about to complain when she felt pressure against the tight pucker
of her ass.  "Oh, shit!" She moaned as he increased the pressure.  She
groaned and her arms began to shake as her hole stretched for him.  "Shit!
Fuck!  You're splitting me in half."

   "Want me to stop."

   "Ah.  Don't you dare." Jessica gritted out.  "Fuck.  Push them in. 
Yessss.  Take what you want."

   "Oh?" Owen asked in that husky tone.  "What if I do this?" As his
knuckles pressed against her bottom her inserted one of his thick, strong
fingers into her sopping slit.

   Jessica arched her back as her pressed into her.  She had never had
these two holes filled at the same time.  She'd had a cock in her mouth and
another in her pulsing pussy.  She could feel his fingers moving, he
alternated what hand he moved in an effort to reduce her to a quivering
puddle.  Mission.  Accomplished.

   He moved faster, working his fingers in and out of her.  Some of the
smells weren't all that great but the feeling of her giving herself over to
him completely?  Unbelievable.

   Jessica moaned and mewled as his fingers plowed into her and she could
feel the build within her.  The wave of sensation crashing into the dam of
her own control over and over wearing the structure thin and weak.

   As her toes clenched against his legs he stroked a finger over her
g-spot, lightly scratching it with his nail.  She went off like a rocket.
Both holes locked down on his fingers and he could feel every detailed
pulse or pull of her muscles as she struggled not to scream.  He continued
to apply pressure to her g-spot, forcing her to cum for him again and again
until he got what he wanted.  She screamed in her pleasure, the curse word
bursting from her mouth as she orgasmed beyond anything she had felt.

   Stars danced in her eyes as she fought to draw breath into her lungs. 
Her body collapsed to the floor but somehow Owen managed to make the
process more gentle.  He lay down beside her and whispered in her ear.

   "That's just a taste, a taste," he emphasized the word by running his
tongue along the ridge of her ear, "of what I plan to do to you tonight."

   Jessica shuddered and groaned as he sat back up.

   Samantha reached down and pulled his socks the rest of the way off, her
breasts hanging in front of her as she did the work.  She looked up and
caught him staring at her and gave him a huge, satisfied smile.

   Rachel reached into the bowl.  "Come on green, come on green." Yellow,
again.  "Alright, handyman, still no touching anything that might set me
off."

   Owen smiled mischievously.  "I think I can manage that." His hands
popped the button on her shorts and he worked the zipper down as low as it
could go.  It wasn't his fault if his hand slipped, right?

   "Oh, oh, shitshitshit." Rachel tensed and clamped her mouth shut. 
Through her clenched teeth she grunted, "Don't move, don't fucking move."
After a cramped eternity of her body threatening to break apart she relaxed
a little.  When she opened her eyes she stared daggers at Owen.  "What the
hell was that?" She asked tersely.

   "I don't know what you're talking about." Owen replied with a grin.

   She narrowed her eyes.  "I'm watching you, big boy."

   Owen did his best to smile innocently.  He worked her shorts down slowly
in part to tease her but also because if the fabric had been wet before it
was tropic now.  As her deliciously fragrant slit came into view Owen's
smile widened.

   "What are you thinking?" Rachel asked hesitantly.

   "I'm thinking of running my tongue between your lips." Owen looked up at
her as he spoke, watching for her reaction, waiting for the perfect moment.
"I'm thinking of licking you dry, of sliding my tongue into your virgin
pussy and drinking you."

   Rachel shook against him.  "I know what you're doing and it isn't going
to work." Her voice shook as much as her body.

   "Oh, yeah?" He moved his head closer to her sex.

   "No, touching!" Rachel pleaded.

   "I'm not going to touch." Owen looked up at her.  "I probably shouldn't
tell you what I was just thinking." He inhaled slowly.  "I mean, I
definitely shouldn't tell you this."

   Rachel shook her head at him, dreading what he might say even as her
body amped up the tension.

   "I can't imagine what it would do to you if you knew the thought that
just went through my head."

   Tell me, "Don't," please, tell me, please, please, "Oh, God."

   "I mean," He continued as she stepped out of her shorts, "what would it
do to you if you knew I had just imagined my hard cock cumming deep inside
of your tight little pussy?"

   Rachel's body quaked as Owen moved even closer though he still didn't
touch.  "Pulse after pulse splashing into you."

   She couldn't speak, could barely think, her eyes were wide as she fought
to keep herself from going over the edge.

   Owen exhaled gently through his mouth.

   Rachel sank her nails into his exposed shoulders as his breath pushed
her to the very brink of her climax.  Her legs felt weak and she was
lightheaded from hyperventilating.

   As Owen moved away with that shit-eating-grin she felt a sense of relief
and terrible loss.  She wanted to save her orgasm for when he finally
entered her but now she was beside herself with desire and frustrated that
he had been so meticulous with his torture.  She sat down on the couch in
stunned silence.

   "It doesn't feel too bad to have lost." She said in a flat voice.

   "Wow." Samantha breathed.

   Owen flashed her a smile.

   "My turn." Jessica said happily.  As she put her hand in the bowl her
smile turned to a frown.

   "What's wrong?" Owen asked her.

   Jessica looked away from him.  "Just figuring something out in my mind?"

   "That you're sexy when you play it coy?"

   Jessica's smile was half-hearted.  "No.  I just know that I'm going to
draw out a yellow."

   "Isn't it odd that it has happened so much?" Owen asked.

   "Not really." Jessica sighed.  "When you told me to take the red out,"
she looked apologetically at Rachel, "I took the green out too and dropped
another yellow in."

   "Did you want to lose?" Owen asked in disbelief.

   "No, I had it figured that if I put all yellow in there you would be
naked before me.  You had me distracted and I forgot that I still needed to
draw." Her cheeks burned.

   "Ugh!  Cheater!" Katerina shouted.  "We should get some clothes back."

   "I didn't do it until after you had already lost." Jessica replied
softly.

   "What about us?" Rachel asked as she indicated herself and Samantha.

   "Well, I figured you wanted to be naked already and Samantha, well,"

   "Well . . ." Samantha prodded.

   "You want him to see you naked, you're just trying to let fate control
it instead of making it happen."

   "Ugh!" Samantha squealed.  "How dare you . . ." she looked around, no
one was buying the act, "share something factual with him." She tried to
scowl but smiled instead.  "Fine, I'm not mad.  You did me a favor."

   "Finally, some gratitude."

   "Well, I think she should be punished." Sarah huffed.

   "Hey!" Jessica shot back.  "He already tried to tear me apart with his
giant fingers."

   "You loved that, slut." Sarah replied.  "I think she should get a
spanking for cheating."

   Jessica opened her mouth and promptly shut it.  "I'll leave it up to you
guys."

   "Spanking it is." Katerina added.  "And she loses the rest of her
clothes."

   "What?!" Jessica was shocked.  "Why?"

   "One for each of the pieces you cost Rachel and Samantha." Katerina
replied.

   "What about me?" Owen asked.

   Katerina looked at him with wide, challenging eyes.  "Meow."

   "I didn't say, Kat."

   "You just did.  So, meow."

   Jessica replaced the yellow marble she had drawn.  "Okay.  That seems
fair."

   Owen peeled her panties from her body and tried to keep control of his
hands as her wonderful sex came into view.  He pressed up close against her
as he worked the buttons on her shirt.

   Jessica loved his hands on her body.  She made it a point in her mind to
spend one day just letting him do whatever he wanted to her.  Anything? 
Her mind asked.  She rolled her hips at the thought.

   "You okay?" Owen asked as he leaned in closer to release the clasp on
her bra.

   "Just thinking about what you would do with a whole day of me as your
personal toy." Jessica whispered to him.  Her breath tickled his neck and
he shivered.  "You like that, don't you?" She blew on his neck again.

   "It'd have to be two days." Owen whispered back.

   "Oh, yeah?" Jessica asked bemused.

   "Uh huh." Owen licked the side of her neck.  "You'd need a day to
recover from what I did to you the first day."

   This time Jessica's hips jumped against his.  She wantonly ground her
slit against his jeans hoping to leave a wet spot behind.  She burned to
have something of her upon him.  Anything.

   As Owen slid the shirt and bra from her arms he kissed her lips lightly.
He trailed his hands up and down her arms before letting his fingers caress
her soft breasts.  "So lovely." He complimented her.  Her breasts were pale
and showed her tan lines but somehow that made him want to taste her more.
The right breast had a freckle front a center about midway to her areola.
He took each nipple between his fingers and slowly pulled until Jessica
hissed and flexed against him.  "Can't have you cheating, can we?"

   "No, Daddy." She purred back.  Her eyes snapped open as she realized
what she had said.  "I, uh, I mean-"

   He pulled a little harder.  "So, you want to be daddy's girl?" He rolled
his hips against hers.  "I like that.  But you'll have to be a good girl."

   She nodded as she took her lip between her teeth.  Releasing it she
said, "Yes, Daddy.  Anything for you."

   "Good." Owen replied before flicking each nipple with the tip of his
tongue.  He eased the strain on her nipples and rubbed slow circles on her
back.

   Jessica was flushed, her stomach didn't know whether to keep on keepin'
on or to file and evacuate immediately notice.  She hadn't told anyone
about her fantasy of being taken by "daddy." She hadn't even called any of
her lovers by the moniker.  But now that Owen knew, she felt increasingly
needy of his attention.  Suddenly, she wanted him to know a lot about her.
Hell, she wanted him to know everything.

   "Me now." Samantha announced.

   "You want me to play with your nipples until you call me Daddy?" Owen
asked.

   "No.  I mean, yes." She blushed.  "I meant it's my turn to draw a marble
now." She blushed again.  "But we might try the daddy thing."

   "It's going to be yellow." Jessica added.  "You don't have enough
clothes to beat him."

   "Yes, I do." Samantha laughed.  "I have my stockings which he can't stop
looking at," she wiggled her toes playfully, "my skirt," she fingered the
material, "and, I have my panties." She flipped her skirt up to reveal the
lingerie.

   "I'm going to win." She smiled.

   Owen looked at her.  "But we're playing to the end, right?"

   "Uh-huh." She exhaled smiling broadly.

   "Because you want me naked."

   She nodded excitedly.  "I just can't decide what I want to lose yet.  If
it should be my skirt, or my panties."

   "Why not your socks?" Jessica asked.

   "Stockings." Samantha corrected.  "And, because I think Owen will have
to struggle not press me up against a wall if I'm naked in stockings." She
cast him a sultry look.  "That about right?"

   "She has me figured pretty well."

   "I'll say." Katerina replied.  "Maybe we should all put on some
stockings and torment him."

   "Nope." Samantha answered.  "You have to keep off what you lost."

   "So, we're playing the next games naked?" Sarah asked.

   "Some of us are." Samantha replied.  "I think I'm really starting to
like these games."

   "Starting to?" Jessica asked.  "If your panties are any indication, I
think you've been liking these games for a while."

   Samantha stuck out her tongue.

   "Keep doing that and I'll put it to use." Jessica warned.

   "Maybe that's what I want." Samantha fired back.

   Jessica moved toward her calling Samantha's bluff.

   "Fine, fine.  I'll put it away." Samantha looked at Owen.  "Panties
first."

   "What does it matter?" Jessica asked.

   "Because I want to let him see up my skirt while he tries to draw out
his marble." Samantha replied matter of factly.  She lay back and uncrossed
her legs.  "Whenever you're ready." She challenged.

   Owen moved his hands up under her skirt and traced the path of the lace
from her hips to where it crossed over her sex.  He pulled on the crossing
of the fabric before trailing his fingers through the downy hairs on her
mound.

   "That's not my panties." Samantha purred.

   Owen looked up at her with that adoring gleam in his eyes.  He moved his
hands back to her hips and worked the material down her legs over the
skin-tight stockings.

   "Oh," She groaned disappointed.  "No playing?"

   Owen spoke carefully.  "I think we're going to be playing very soon."

   "Sounds good to me." The girls spoke in unison before laughing.

   Owen didn't bother drawing a marble.  "Pants." This time Owen stood up.

   "Want to see me on my knees in front of you?" Samantha asked.

   "It'll be easier to get them off like this."

   "You sure it's not about seeing me on my knees?"

   "That is a major bonus.  But, not going to lie, I'm going to have to
really fight not to explode."

   "If you do," Samantha sighed, "I'll be okay." She smiled at him.

   Owen clenched his hands into fists as Samantha's small hands made quick
work of his button and zipper.  She worked the jeans down his hips pausing
to correct his boxers when they were dragged down in the process.

   Owen thought he was going to get away easily as Samantha worked his
boxers back into place.

   She smiled up at him satisfied with her work.  "There we go!" She shook
her finger at his erection.  "You do your job and keep those up now."

   Owen's erection jumped of its own accord.

   "There's my good boy." She leaned forward and kissed the head of his
erection through the boxers.

   Owen hissed through his teeth as his balls threatened another massive
release.

   "Oh.  I don't guess I should have done that." Samantha giggled.  "But
you made it look like so much fun when you did it to Rachel."

   "Yeah.  I guess I deserved that." Owen shrugged his shoulders.  "And I
can't really complain about getting something that felt that good."

   "Wait till later." Samantha promised.

   "I'll be looking forward to it."

   Samantha moved back to her spot and relaxed back, supporting herself
with her hands behind her.  In this position her breasts were thrust
forward and Owen wanted to taste them again.

   "Time for my skirt." Samantha opened her legs slowly before lifting the
hem of the garment just enough for him to be able to see her sex beneath.
"I can't wait for you to see me up close."

   Owen had been waiting for this moment all night.  True, he'd had a good
time undressing the others, his sister included, and the naughtiness of it
all had him harder than he'd ever been in his life.  But Samantha had been
something special for him since he had first met her.

   At that point he hadn't known about the pain she'd been feeling in her
new town.  He had rounded the corner and there she was, kneeling on the
floor gathering up papers and books and looking like she was going to cry.

   In school, Owen had never been the best at keeping the attention of any
lady he was interested in.  Hell, he had trouble talking to girls in
general because he had just been coming to terms with his "peculiar"
attraction to their feet.

   He had been surprised to find himself falling to his knees in front of
her and working to help her gather her things.  She hadn't noticed him
immediately and that gave him an opportunity to look her over, well, look
over what he could see.  Blonde hair and blue eyes, he thought, way out of
my league, will probably tell me to mind my own business.

   She looked up at him at last and those gray eyes, the magnificent gray
stare that he had been so wonderfully wrong about, captured him.

   "Thank you for helping me." She had said.

   He remembered closing his eyes as she spoke, savoring the way her voice
touched him.

   "I'm Owen." He had replied, eyes still closed.

   "Samantha."

   He had looked her over and wondered what her curvy frame would feel like
beneath his hands.  What it would be like to kiss her.  To hold her.  To
hear her speak his name on a daily basis.

   "It can be hard holding on to things here." He had joked.

   "Yeah." She sniffed.  "Especially with that one girl and her group of
friends."

   His skin prickled.  "What girl?"

   "The brunette who hangs out with the redhead, the strawberry blonde, and
the girl with the gorgeous black hair."

   "Well, there's only one person here with that constellation of friends."

   "You know her?" Samantha looked at him.

   "Yeah, she's my sister." Owen replied.

   Samantha's eyes widened as her cheeks dusted pink.  "Shit!  I'm sorry. I
should-"

   "No.  You don't need to apologize.  She does.  You've done nothing
wrong."

   "Owen, no, I'm sorry."

   "Look, let me take care of this."

   "No, please."

   "Samantha." He held up his hand.  "Life is hard enough without other
people making it worse.  Please, let me help you."

   "Really, you don't-"

   "It's settled then." Owen smiled.  "Here are your things."

   "Thank you." She smiled up at him.  "So much."

   "I like your chibi figure." Owen struck a pose.  "Ban-Kai!" He blushed
like crazy but her laughter had been worth the embarrassment.

   He pulled himself back to the present in time to hear Katerina speak.

   "I think you broke him." She waved her hand in front of his eyes.

   "Maybe guys aren't supposed to see this many women naked at one time."
Rachel speculated.

   "Maybe his erection is just so massive that it drained all the blood
from his brain." Sarah laughed.  "Maybe he needs mouth to penis
resuscitation." She leaned forward.

   "Geez, slut.  It's only called a blow job.  You're supposed to suck."
Jessica added.

   "Wow." Owen coughed.

   "And he's back." Katerina giggled.  "The blowjob thing must have caught
his attention."

   "Are you okay?" Samantha asked sweetly.

   "Yeah." Owen ran his fingers through his hair.

   Samantha didn't think he knew but when he did this his abs rippled and
flexed and he looked so damn sexy.  She watched him without shame.

   "Did I give you too much?" Samantha asked.  "Stunned by my beauty?"

   "Always." He replied honestly.  "I'd just gotten caught in memories of
the past."

   "Well, ready to rejoin the future?" She spread her legs again.

   "More than ready." Owen replied.

   Owen grasped the material and pulled it over her wide spread hips
drinking her in as she was revealed.  He had never been a fan of pubic
hair, thinking it much sexier when a girl was clean shaven, but the downy
blonde hairs called to him leaving him wanting to bury his face between her
legs again.

   His eyes remained on-target as her skirt cleared her legs.  Her lips
opened before him shiny and wet with her arousal.  He could see her opening
and a thin trail of white fluid.  Oh God, he could even see her muscles
flexing within that opening and it left him fantasizing of plowing right
in. Taking what she so willingly offered.  But he held off because he
wanted to do things right.  He wanted this to be a perfect memory for her.

   Step one, his brain offered, don't fart.  He chuckled.

   She closed her legs on reflex and blushed; embarrassed.

   "No.  No." Owen moved closer to her pulling her in his arms.  "I wasn't
laughing at you.  I promise."

   She looked away.

   "Samantha, I mean it." He tilted her face toward him.  "I was thinking
to myself and what I was thinking made me laugh."

   "You were looking at me," her voice drifted as she said, "down there. 
And then you laughed."

   Owen pulled her closer and told her what he'd been thinking.

   She blushed at his words and her legs moved; relaxing as he made himself
vulnerable for her.  In the end even she giggled.

   "And you better not." Samantha booped his nose lightly.

   "Seconded." Sarah added.

   "Thirded." Jessica piped in.

   "Alright, alright." Owen held up his hands.  "Time for the big, semi
permanent reveal." Owen looked down at his boxers.

   "Big alright." Katerina teased.  "Bigger than his fingers."

   Jessica tensed.  "Fuck.  I'd like to feel that." She looked at Owen in
fear.  "Just not in my ass." She exhaled a little.  "Okay, in my ass if you
spread me open a little first."

   Owen laughed.  He looked at Samantha.  "You're the last one standing. 
Metaphorically speaking.  The honor is yours." He helped her to her feet.

   "Such a gentleman." She cooed.  She hooked her fingers in his boxers by
his hips and loved the way he shivered in front of her.  Wasting no more
time she pulled the fabric down and giggled as his erection bobbed in front
of him.  The bar and beads gleamed in the ambient light and left her
panting for more connection.  "Ladies, I give you a naked Owen."

   "Oh, such a sweet gift." Katerina replied.  "Is there a warranty if we
break him?"

   "If you break him, you're going to be put to work young lady." Jessica
added.  "My vagina, and other parts, have plans for him."

   "Relax.  I'm sure he's very durable." Sarah stepped into him pressing
her breasts against his back.  "Besides, he isn't worried about breaking
any of us."

   "Well, I acknowledge you all as strong, badass females.  That's all."

   "Good boy, being so respectful of us as individuals." Katerina smiled.
"I think we're all for you honoring us and paying tribute to our virtue,
but it would be nice if you sullied us a little."

   "Me licking my sister's wet pussy wasn't sullying enough?"

   "Not by half."

   "God!" Jessica worked her thighs.  "Can we just fuck him already."

   "The virgins can't." Sarah replied.  "They can only make love to him."
She stuck out her tongue defiantly.

   "Ha, ha." Katerina mocked.

   "Well, that game is over and we all know what we have to do next." Sarah
redirected.  "Who goes first?"

   Katerina danced naked to the center of the room.  "I really need to go
first."

   "We have a volunt-"

   "No time.  Now, to the kitchen."

   Owen watched as she ran bare-assed to her destination.  He jumped as as
warm hand wrapped around his dick.

   "How much are you looking forward to this?" Samantha asked.

   Owen swallowed.

   "If you need help showing off your fetish, pick me, okay?" Samantha
flexed her hand around him before letting him go.

   When they rounded the corned into the kitchen Katerina had her hand
between her legs cupping her vulva and dancing from foot to foot.  She
looked apologetically at Owen before she closed her eyes.

   "I don't understan-" Owen started.

   "Shhh." Rachel interrupted.  "Just watch."

   Owen's eyes returned to Katerina just in time to see the flow of fluid
course over her hand and down her legs to splash on the floor in a puddle
around her feet.  She flexed her fingers before opening her eyes to look
directly at Owen.

   "This is her fetish." Rachel whispered.  "She loves to pee, it gets her
going." Rachel stroked his cock lightly.  "She told me her ultimate fantasy
is for someone to pee on her before fucking her.  She hasn't let anyone pee
on her though.  I think she's saving it for someone special." As she said
these final words she flicked the ring through the head of his erection.

   Does she mean us?  A voice in his mind asked him.  I think she does mean
us.  Another voice replied.  "She can't mean us." He said aloud.

   "What?" Samantha asked.

   "Nothing." He replied.  Great, now we've gone Deadpool.  He stifled the
chuckle he wanted to let loose.

   As Katerina finished she blushed and turned away.  Shame burned in her
eyes.

   Owen went to her readily and wrapped his arms around her.  "Thank you
for sharing that with me.  It was unlike anything I've ever seen."

   "You're standing in my pee.  You must be disgusted." Katerina wouldn't
look at him.

   "I am.  And I'm not disgusted." He turned her face to him.  "I'm
intrigued." He kissed her and let his tongue play with hers for a moment.
He nipped her earlobe.  "I'm wondering what would happen if I peed on you
before fucking you - sorry, making love to you."

   Katerina shivered at his words.  "Rachel tell you to say that?"

   "No.  She told me that was your fantasy.  I decided I wanted to make it
happen.  Me, not someone else."

   This time Katerina looked into his eyes.  She didn't have words so she
kissed him for all he was worth.  Needless to say they were breathless by
the end.

   Sarah pulled them away from each other.  "Me next." She whispered into
Owen's ear before getting down on the floor on her hands and knees.  "I'm
ready."

   "Okay." Owen sounded hesitant to his own ears.  "Are you sure?"

   Sarah bit her lip and nodded enthusiastically.

   Owen drew his hand back and brought it forward slapping his palm against
her ass.

   Sarah grunted at the contact before shimmying her hips at him.

   He drew his hand back and slapped his hand against her bottom again.

   She growled at the sting of his hit and wiggled her hips provocatively.
"More."

   He swung again and was alarmed at the red print of his hand on her
cheeks.

   "Fuck!" She moaned.  "Don't stop."

   He swung again and felt the power of his smack in the pain searing over
his palm.

   "God!  Yesss!" She hissed as her hips rocked.

   He hit again, and again, and again; he didn't give her a chance to
breathe between swats.  Her moans grew louder and her scent grew stronger
as he worked on her.

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She managed as he left her stinging.

   On a whim he placed his free hand over her mouth as he swatted her
harder.  Her eyes locked on his as she screamed into his palm.  She rocked
her hips against his hand and he spanked her again until his hand screamed
as loud as she.

   "Don't you dare cum." He hissed in her ear, hoping that his command
would have the opposite effect.  He swatted her now pink butt one last
time.

   She bit his palm as a scream rippled in her throat before she collapsed
to her knees in a quivering mess of limbs and sweat.  She was only down a
moment before she jumped on him, kissing and licking at his body; she
thanked him for giving her what she needed, what she craved.

   His cock throbbed against her and she worked her slit against him
feeling the bite of the metalwork.  "Fuck me." She begged.  "Any way you
want.  Cum in me, I don't care.  Make me yours.  Fuck, split me open." Her
body quaked against him.

   "Hey!" Rachel pulled Sarah from his lap.  "It's someone else's turn to
play with him now."

   Sarah pushed Rachel back and attacked the raven-haired girl's breasts
with her tongue.  Rachel gasped in surprise before pulling Sarah in tighter
against her.  "That's it." Rachel hissed.  "Grind your sloppy pussy against
mine." She worked her sex against Sarah's.  "Make me cum, slut.  Make me
cum all over that begging pussy."

   Sarah growled as she raked her fingers against Rachel's back.  Rachel in
turn bit Sarah's neck, hard.  They ground together until Sarah slid her
fingers into Rachel's slit and began to finger fuck her at a blistering
pace.

   Owen realized with a shock that he wasn't the only one who may have been
teased to his breaking point.  These two girls were merciless to one
another and neither seemed to mind.

   As Sarah moaned her name Rachel began to shake.  They collapsed in a
pile of tangle limbs, their fingers still buried deep in the sex of the
other.

   Owen exhaled heavily.

   "Ooooh." Katerina squealed.  "I think Owen should take the next turn as
Rachel is far too tired."

   "There's still Samantha and Jessica." Owen replied.

   "Nope." Katerina waved her hand dismissively.  "Your turn."

   "Well, I'm going to need a helper."

   "Fine!" Katerina rolled her eyes.  "I guess I can help." She made a
frustrated noise through her mouth.  "But you owe me big time."

   "Actually," Samantha stepped in, "I already offered my services."

   "Ugh!  Bitch." Katerina fussed.  She twirled her hair around her finger
playfully.  "Maybe he can use us both."

   "How would he do that?" Samantha asked.

   Katerina whispered in her ear.

   "Okay." Samantha relented.  "But I get his mouth."

   "Fine." Katerina replied.  "I'll find something else to play with."

   Just from the fragments of conversation Owen knew he was in for
something he would never have expected.

   They lay down beside each other after some quick strategy discussion and
Katerina gave him a come hither with her fingers.  He stepped closer only
to find Samantha raising her feet toward his face.  At the same time he
grasped her feet in his hands he felt pressure against his erection. 
Katerina had placed one foot below his cock and the other on top.

   "I guess I don't have to tell anyone what my fetish is." Owen
complained.

   "Come on, big brother, you think we didn't figure it out from the way
you gave us massages or stared at our feet in flip flops?"

   "The first time you saw me barefoot you gave me a look like you were
going to take me right there." Samantha giggled.  "You're the reason I wore
flip-flops or went barefoot all last summer."

   Owen raised one of her feet to his mouth and bit down on her toes just
enough for her to feel a sting.

   "Ow!" She pouted.  "That's mean."

   "Don't worry." Katerina rubbed Samantha's shoulder.  "He'll make it up
to you." She looked into Samantha's eyes.  "Especially after this."

   She pressed her lips against Samantha's and together they made a show of
their tongues dancing.  Samantha worked her toes in Owen's hand and his
mouth while Katerina moved her feet up and down his throbbing erection.

   "Oh, fuck." Jessica breathed.  "That's not fair.  Even I want to cum."

   Owen gave up his facade and opened his mouth for Samantha's toes.  The
night's activities had caused her to sweat a little and there was an odor
to her feet.  It wasn't strong but enough to let him know that she had
indeed been sweating.  Her stockings were rough against his tongue and her
taste was light and slightly salty.

   Katerina worked her feet faster as Samantha held her closed.  One of the
blonde's fingers was pulling roughly at Katerina's nipples leaving his
sister whimpering and moving her hips continuously.

   Owen watched and hated that he couldn't tear his eyes away.  Having
Samantha's toes in his mouth made him tingle all over.  Hearing her moan
from the feel of his tongue on her foot and his sister's tongue in her
mouth left his balls boiling.  Katerina's feet working up and down the
length of him?  There was no way he could hold back.

   "Fuck, Kat!" He groaned as his orgasm rocketed through him.  There was
no time for him to cover his erection, no time to stop the release.  He
only managed to continue to work his tongue against Samantha's delicate
foot as his cock kicked hard, over and over.

   Katerina gasped in surprise but continued to work his cock with her feet
as he sprayed over her.  She'd thought that he would cum on her feet and
that alone was enough to have her on board.  What she hadn't expected was
the explosive release that had him shooting his first rope of sum right
onto her hairless lips.

   Immediately she thought of her fantasy of him impregnating her and her
own orgasm ripped through her.  His cum draped her stomach, her sex, her
legs, and feet; all the while she bucked as pure sensation left her
grinding against a phantom.  Her brother painted her like a Jackson Pollock
and she wanted to experience it again and again.

   Owen collapsed in a dead drop.  He couldn't even try to catch himself.
He'd cum so hard from the scenario that his balls ached and his muscles
refused to obey.  His whole body rebelled at him as he sought to continue.
It was as if his body knew he would die well before his brain tried to stop
him.

   Katerina continued to kiss Samantha as she came.  She worked her finger
in her own sex, smearing Owen's cum against her lips and discreetly into
her vagina.  Fuck this is so dirty, she thought.  Given the chance, her
mind stepped in, you would have him cum deep inside of you and you know it.

   She bucked once more as Samantha cradled her head lovingly.

   "Shit!" Samantha moaned.  "I can still feel his tongue on my toes and
feet.  I never thought it could feel so good.  Each time he licked it sent
little jolts through my body."

   "Yeah?" Katerina asked breathily.  "Wait till he cums on you.  Fuck! 
Just thinking about it my body tenses up with pleasure."

   "Fuck.  I can't wait."

   Owen, from the floor, asked.  "What are the chances that I make it out
of this alive?"

   Rachel moaned.  "It's going to require strength."

   "Fuck it!" Owen laughed.  "If I die, I die happy."

   "You aren't going to die." Samantha consoled him.  "I just found out
what you can do to my body, my feet," She dipped her tongue into his ear,
"I'm keeping you around."

   "Oh, yeah?" Owen asked.  "For how long?"

   "I'm not thinking of anything major." Samantha stroked his bare chest.
"Just till I die." She kissed his cheek.

   "How do we decide who is next?" Jessica asked.

   "Well, it looks like Owen is out for the moment so I'm thinking we have
to work something out with whoever can still move."

   "I'm out." Katerina stated blankly as she continued to rub Owen's cum
onto her body.

   Samantha squeezed her thighs together forcefully.  "I still have to show
mine, but I don't really have anything I know of other than my breasts
being sensitive."

   "Well, think about some of the things that have happened here tonight."
Jessica offered.

   "How will that help?  I mean how would I know if I had a fetish?"

   "I can help with that." Rachel grabbed her hand.  "It's something that
usually has nothing to do with sex or is sex adjacent."

   "Sex adjacent?" Jessica mocked.

   "Like Sarah wanting to be spanked, or Owen liking feet, or Katerina
getting turned on when she pees." Rachel squeezed Samantha's hand gently.
"The other aspect is that it will embarrass you that you are turned on by
it.  Hell, when I discovered mine I felt sick to my stomach.  For the next
few months I tried to rebel against it.  I kind of hated myself."

   "That doesn't sound like so much fun." Samantha stated skeptically.

   "I was afraid that if someone found out they would think I was a freak.
I hated myself because of what I liked and wouldn't let myself have."

   "So, you're saying that it will probably embarrass me but I shouldn't
try to deny it?"

   "Yep, do you have an idea?"

   "Actually, I've been embarrassed and turned on by each of them so far. I
haven't seen anything that I haven't wanted to try." She curled her toes.
"Owen's tongue on my feet felt amazing and it made me hotter." She blushed.
"But then I wondered if he has ever had anyone do it to him and it
embarrassed me when I thought of doing it to him."

   "Maybe that's your thing." Rachel replied.

   "What's yours?" Samantha asked the girl.

   "You're about to see." Rachel grabbed Jessica's hand.  "And," she said
sweetly, "I'm going to help you show off yours."

   Jessica looked surprised for a moment but decided to go with the flow.
After all, they were both naked already.  "How are you going to help me?"

   "I watched you with Owen.  I think I know what you like.  What you
want."

   "And if you're wrong?"

   "You'll whisper what it is to me and I'll do that instead."

   "Very adult of you." Jessica smiled.

   "Not as adult as what I'm going to do next."

   "Promises, promises."

   Rachel pulled Jessica against her loving the feeling of their breasts
brushing together.  "I think we're going to fit together nicely on this."
Rachel purred before she planted kisses along the redhead's neck.  "You
like this don't you?  Being adored.  Feeling your lover shower you with
attention."

   Jessica laughed even as she reveled in the feeling of Rachel's tongue on
her neck.

   "But this isn't what you want." Rachel said cryptically.  She wove her
fingers in the gorgeous red locks and pulled tight.

   Jessica hissed at the sudden flare of pain as Rachel pulled her head
back.  She also could not deny the wetness trailing her thighs.

   "On your hands and knees." Rachel commanded pulling Jessica down by her
hair.  She wasn't rough or careless, she just controlled.

   Jessica followed the command until her back was flat and Rachel had a
leash of her hair.

   "Lower your chest and head to my feet.  I want your ass nice and high
for our friends.  Let them see your gooey pussy as you try not to cum."

   Rachel bent and forced Jessica's face to her feet.  "Oh, you like this,
too." She said happily as Jessica's hips shook.  "That's it, gorgeous,
breathe me in."

   Jessica's hips moved again.

   "Kiss my feet." Rachel ordered.

   "No." Jessica bit back.

   Rachel pulled the length of hair.  "Kiss.  My.  Feet."

   As Jessica's head began to move and Rachel registered the feeling of
full lips moving over her petite feet, Katerina spoke.

   "Fuck, she is dripping." Katerina moved around the room until she could
drape her body against Owen's.  She put her head on his shoulder and spread
her legs.  She didn't say anything and she didn't have to as her heavy
breathing tickled his neck as she dropped her hand between her legs. 
"Owen." She whispered as she began to finger herself.  Her legs kicked as
she tried to manage the lust coursing through her.

   "Cum for me, Katerina." Owen whispered to her.  "Let your brother watch
you rub your clit until you cum against him."

   Katerina rolled against him.

   "I'm watching you, Kat." Owen breathed into her ear.

   "Me, too." Samantha added.

   Katerina's head turned toward her.

   "I'm watching you rub your begging little clit while your brother
watches.  His cock is throbbing Katerina.  I think he wants to fuck his
naughty little sister." She hissed.

   Jessica was kissing her way up Rachel's legs, following orders or
getting her hair pulled sharply for disobedience.  As Jessica rose to her
knees to bury her face in Rachel's slit Rachel stroked her head gently.

   "Put your fingers between your legs.  Finger your pussy for our
audience." She pulled Jessica's hair in warning.  "But don't you dare cum."


   Jessica nodded obediently.

   "Smell me." Rachel ordered.  She pulled Jessica's face back against her
sex.  "Stick that tongue out and taste me" She moaned.  "Taste me while you
finger yourself."

   Katerina screamed as Owen whispered into her ear and Samantha played
with Kat's breasts.

   "I'm going to be inside you, Katerina." Owen growled.  "I'm going to put
my hard dick between your burning lips and I'm not going to stop until I
fill you up with my cum."

   Katerina grunted and bucked hard against him.

   "I'm going to cum in you, Katerina.  I'm going to cum over and over and
over." He put his hand over her throat, not choking her but letting her
feel the pressure of his hand.  "And not just tonight.  Tomorrow, tomorrow
night, the day after, the month after, the year after and every day in
between."

   Katerina moaned and dragged her nails against his chest.

   "I'm fighting hard not to take you right now, but all I can think about
is swatting your hand to the side, pressing my cock into you, and moving
against you until you feel me spraying into you."

   "Shit, shit." Katerina mewled.

   "God, Owen, she is making a puddle."

   "That's it, Katerina.  Cum for me.  Let yourself go.  Cum for your dirty
brother.  Now." He kissed her as she gave herself over to her orgasm.

   Owen heard her release gushing from her, splashing on the floor in a
rush of liquid.

   "Fuck, that's hot." Samantha breathed as she moved her hand between
Katerina's legs.  "There's so much pouring out of her." It traveled in
racing trails from the puddle in her hand down her arm.  "It feels good on
my skin." She lifted her hand and put it between Owen and Katerina's
mouths.

   Owen eagerly pulled one of her fingers into his mouth.  He groaned and
gripped Katerina's sides tighter.  "Jesus, Katerina.  You taste amazing!"
He swirled his tongue around Samantha's finger.  A moment later Samantha's
hand moved away.

   A smack sounded followed by a very satisfied moan.  The smacks came
faster and faster and the moans grew louder and louder.  Owen liked the
smile on Samantha's face as she brought her hand down on Sarah's ass.  She
moved her hand lower until her spanks caught Sarah's labia as well.  Sarah
squealed as her toes clenched.

   "More!" She shouted.  "Fucking more!"

   Samantha was very eager to make it happen.  She swung fast and hard and
seemed to get just as much pleasure as Sarah.

   Owen's mind was on overload as he watched.  Rachel was pulling at her
breasts as she forced Jessica's mouth to continue working on her dripping,
literally dripping, slit.  Jessica was forcing her fingers into her own
hole and from the sounds she was making into Rachel's slit she was clearly
not obeying the "no cumming" order Rachel had given.

   Samantha was rubbing Sarah's body roughly between spanks.  Sarah was all
but drooling on the floor as she whimpered and wiggled her ass against
Samantha's hands.  Samantha worked her fingers into Sarah's slit and pumped
away before pulling her fingers free and spanking Sarah's ass again.  She
slid her fingers back in and worked them some more, then another spanking.
The routine was working because Sarah arched her back and captured
Samantha's mouth in a screaming kiss.

   Owen's attention was snapped back to the present as Katerina climbed
into his lap, straddling his hips, facing him.  She rocked her hips and
purred as the length of his erection worked against her clit.  She was
flexing her hips faster and faster, riding him toward another crashing
orgasm for herself.  She leaned forward and licked his neck, nipped at his
collarbone, scratched his back.  Each time she touched him his hips would
jump against hers.

   "Fuck.  I have your cock between my lips.  I can feel the head of you
splitting me, stretching me."

   Owen shook against her.  His mind screamed at him that this was wrong.
Sure, you could say you were going to fuck your sister.  You could whisper
some pretty fucked up things in her ear while she fingered herself, naked,
against you, also naked.  You could even lick her cum off the fingers of a
very sexy blonde.  But, actually having your cock against your sister's
dripping slit where every thrust threatens to send you breaking through
that thin barrier into her . . .

   He put his hands on her sides.  "Katerina."

   "Shit!" She flexed hard against him.  "Just you saying my name."

   Owen felt her flowing over his erection.  She gushed against him as he
cock, slippery with her arousal, stroked her clit.  His cock tingled
against her.  Even though his mind screamed that what he was doing was
wrong, his body was all about the give me more.

   "Katerina." Owen moaned.  "I can't hold off forever." He hissed as he
grasped her ass.  "I'm going to cum, soon." He warned.

   At his words Katerina flexed her hips quickly, a mini-orgasm at the mere
thought of him cumming this close to her virgin hole.

   Their eyes locked as everything changed.

   In rocking her hips Katerina had angled him just right and the tip of
his erection pressed into her drooling opening.

   Owen went stock still as he felt her suddenly around him, well, part of
him.  The muscles within her flexed greedily at his invasion and it took
everything he had to keep from sliding deeper into her.

   Katerina, likewise still, could only look into her brother's eyes as the
reality of their connection sank in.  She wiggled her hips as she looked
into his eyes.  Do it, she silently screamed.  Push into me, she pleaded.
Her heart hurt as he closed his eyes.  She started to pull back and he let
her slip away.

   Owen cursed himself, cursed his dick, cursed the desire coursing through
him.  He was supposed to protect his sister and here he had been, a breath
away from taking her virginity in a hungry, greedy way.

   He wanted to call her to him again, to heal the hurt in her eyes.  But
he knew if she were to get close to him again, he would not have the
strength the control himself.  She would bleed on him and he would enjoy
it. That gift was not something he wanted to take from her.  If she wanted
to give it to him, that was a different matter.  But here, amidst their
friends in a desperate, tension driven grind was not the place for giving.

   As orgasms sounded around him he could hear nothing but the memory of
her delighted, fearful gasp when his head had momentarily entered her.

   Owen felt his blood boil at the pain he had caused his sister but his
erection would not be dissuaded.  His balls ached and he was out of his
mind with desire.  He stepped over to Rachel, Jessica still licking away
even as her body shuddered uncontrollably from her own fingers.  Owen
pressed his cock between Jessica's mouth and Rachel's slit as he pressed
his lips to Rachel's.

   Jessica, delirious or uncaring, made messy work of licking all over his
erection.  It wasn't enough.  He knew what he needed.  He felt like a jerk
for it, too.  But when push comes to shove. . .

   He knelt down in front of Jessica and kissed her furiously.  He sucked
her tongue into his mouth tasting her mouth and Rachel's cum.  His cock
throbbed and jumped as he became committed to his goal.  His fingers found
her hair and he held her tightly as Rachel had done.

   "I'm going to fuck you." He growled loudly.  "Is that what you want? 
Does Daddy's little daughter want to be fucked hard?"

   "Yesssss." Jessica groaned.  "Yessssss, please." Desperation thick in
her voice.  "Please, Daddy, please.  Fuck me.  Make me yours.  Cum in my
pretty pink pussy."

   He directed her over to Katerina.  Pressing her face down he barked at
her.  "Lick her, don't stop licking her until I tell you.  Even if she
cums, even if she screams.  You keep licking her until I tell you to stop,
do you understand?"

   "Yes, Daddy.  Yes.  I'll lick her sweet pussy, I won't stop."

   Jessica buried her face between Katerina's legs and though Katerina had
been feeling rejected, the act of him including her had to mean something,
didn't it?

   Owen put his cock by Katerina's mouth.  "I want to feel your mouth on
me."

   "Yeah," Katerina stared daggers at him as she lay her legs over
Jessica's shoulders.  "I wanted to feel your cock in me."

   "You will." Owen promised.

   Katerina rolled her hips against Jessica's mouth.  "Fine." She opened
wide and took him in, swirling her tongue around and around.

   "Slobber on it, drool on me, I want it nice and wet."

   Katerina blushed but she complied, she let her saliva drip from her
mouth to run down her chin, down his cock.  She worked him, twisting him
with her hand as she groaned from Jessica's tongue.  Releasing him from her
mouth she spit on his cock before flicking her tongue against the slit at
the tip.

   Owen jerked at the sensation.  "I'm going to get you back for that." He
said darkly.  He pulled away from her.  "Now focus on what she is doing to
you.  Drown her in your cum.  I want to watch."

   Jessica flicked her tongue faster and faster against Katerina's sex. 
She sucked the small bean into her mouth and used her tongue to scoop
Katerina's cum from her tightly clenching hole.  Her body danced as Owen
moved out of sight.  That look in his eyes had spelled just her kind of
trouble and she widened her hips to open herself to him.

   She felt the head of his cock rubbing against her slit, the bite of the
metal bar and beads reminding her this was going to be unlike anything she
had ever felt.  He worked himself into her, and she groaned as the fat head
of him stretched her tight lips almost to the point of pain.  Her hips
shook and she could feel herself getting wetter as he forced himself into
her.

   Immediately, she knew she had bit off more than she could chew.  That
piercing of his, that wonderful beaded bar was scratching against her
g-spot, stimulating her with even the tiniest movements.

   "Owen, I-," She bucked, "Oh, fuck, I can't take it." Her hips rocked
faster.  "It's too much, too much."

   "Shhhh." Owen hushed her.  "You're going to be Daddy's good girl right?"

   Jessica nodded her head as her pussy clenched tightly around him.

   "You're going to take everything I give you, right?"

   She nodded again, unable to help herself.

   "Good girl.  That's Daddy's good girl." He began to move his hips,
slowly at first, letting her really feel the way the bar moved and vibrated
against her g-spot.

   She screamed as she continued to work her tongue on Katerina's clit. 
Her hips bucked wildly but she fought to keep her mouth pressed tight to
her target.

   He kept moving as she came, the rippling grip of her muscles doing
nothing to slow him down.  She orgasmed again, screaming louder as her legs
shook and her pussy sprayed against him.  She'd never squirted before and
the feeling left her head reeling.  Still he continued moving faster and
faster, the bar punishing her g-spot with the most delicious sensations.

   "Fuck," Katerina gasped.  "Whatever you're doing she likes.  She is
going wild on my clit."

   Jessica flicked her tongue continuously as she tried to keep from
screaming again.  She was torn by this moment; she silently begged for him
to let her come down while simultaneously praying that he never stopped. 
She scraped the floor with her nails as she felt herself spray again.  But
still, he didn't slow.

   Owen forced Jessica to keep her head where it was.  He liked seeing her
eating his sister while he fucked her as hard as he could.  He could feel
his orgasm rising and whether Jessica knew it or not, he had no intention
of stopping.  He was going to do his damnedest to ride her through his own
release.  He didn't think he would make it but by the end she would be full
of his cum.

   Tell her, his mind suggested.  He leaned down and put his mouth by her
ear as he continued to pound into her.  She clenched and released in time
with his breath.

   "Daddy's girl has done such a wonderful job.  Daddy's going to give her
a special reward."

   No, she thought.  Don't say it.  Don't.  I can't take it.  I don't know
what it is but my body is already reacting, please don't don't don't.  She
grunted against Katerina's pussy as her next release threatened to tear her
in half.

   "I'm going to cum inside my beautiful girl." Owen's breath caught in his
throat as her pussy clamped down on him harder than ever.  "Fuck!" He
barked.  "Now!"

   Jessica's eyes clamped shut as she screamed into Katerina's slit.  The
vibrations of her voice must have done something because Katerina sprayed
into her mouth just as she felt the first burning rope of Owen's cum splash
inside of her.  He pulsed over and over and each time she felt the
collision of his seed with the walls of her vagina.  His fingertips bit
into her ass cheeks as he slammed his cock against her again and again.

   Owen thought the sensations coursing through him couldn't get any
stronger, but he felt something on his toes and looked back to see Samantha
licking his feet, sending electrical shocks through him.  He moaned loudly
as he slammed harder into Jessica shooting so much of his cum into her that
it flowed from her in a heavy stream.

   Stars danced before his eyes as he shot one final time.

   "He's going over." Someone called.

   The world went dark.



   to be continued....
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