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

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

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

"Ready?" she asked.

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

"Oops," Cindy said, shifting her weight slightly and stopping the flow of alcohol. Her pelvis ground against my erection. She was radiating heat. I swallowed the beer I had in my mouth and caught my breath. Cindy sat over me as I did, this time making no effort to stay off my pelvis. The pressure on my penis was far from unpleasant.

After catching my breath, I leaned back. Cindy shifted on me again, and it felt so good this time I almost groaned. The beer poured into my mouth, and then I felt cold aluminum on my lip, and I struggled to swallow, breathe, swallow, breathe. The beer no longer tasted bitter, but it did burn as it touched my throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, a number of people hooted, and Tom and Anna made their way to the couch to drop off their stuff. Selene walked back over to us and sat down, her beautiful, athletic legs flexing.

"Don’t stop, you two," Selene told us. "Finish that beer."

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

"Yep," I grunted.

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

I leaned my head back and opened my mouth. I felt the metal against my bottom lip, then the brief bitterness of the beer as it passed over my tongue. I began swallowing, trying to breathe as quickly as I could between gulps. I could hear conversation, could feel the pleasant weight of Cindy astride me. There was laughter, giggles.

Suddenly, the beer was no longer pouring. It was a trickle. Then it stopped and the can was removed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"In the event of a tie, it goes alphabetically. Clubs is the best, followed by Diamonds, Hearts and Spades. That’s basically it," she said, looking at them. Then she remembered something.

"There is a special rule, however," Jessica added. "If you draw an ace, and aces are low, then you have to take a shot of the hardstuff. We’ve got vodka, gin, tequila, rum and whiskey over there," she pointed to the bar. "Or alternatively, you can remove one article of clothing. Pairs of things count as one. At round twenty four, we may want to change the rules slightly, or we’ll all end up vomiting or passed out. But we’ll vote on that when we get there."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy drew the top card, I drew the next one. Then it went around the half-circle to Jessica, Jeff, Tom, Anna, Selene, Frank, Mark and Mandy.

I didn’t look at my card until Mandy drew the last card. Cindy had looked at hers immediately. She looked relieved. I flipped mine over and saw a seven of diamonds. Cindy’s was a seven of spades. I glanced around. Every one else was placing their cards on the floor, face up. I followed suit, and quickly discovered that Frank’s King of Diamonds was the high card, and Selene’s two of hearts was the big loser.

Selene grinned. "At least it wasn’t an ace," she said.

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

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

I had drawn the ace of diamonds.

Cindy had tentatively set her card on the floor. Disgusted, I did the same. I noticed Jessica’s card already down. She had drawn the king of clubs. That was the highest card in this game. Cindy saw my card and raised her eyebrows.

When the last card was set down, Jessica looked over at me. "You’re the big looser, Justin." She smiled devilishly.

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

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

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

She was blushing, but did as she was told. My shoes came off and were tossed heavily into Jessica’s bedroom. With ten people sitting around, even with the furniture pressed up against the walls, space was a little tight. Especially with that huge mat in the middle of the room. I could see how footwear would start to clutter up the space. Selene returned with an unopened Bud Light and handed it to Jessica.

I resettled into position. To my horror, I realized I had an erection. As this occurred to me, Jessica spread her skirt over my thighs and rested her pelvis against mine. She felt different from Selene and Cindy, much warmer. I tilted my head back and heard the can open. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Jessica shifted forward, grinding her hot pelvis against my erect cock. It felt too good. I exhaled a great bit of wind through my nose, and just then I felt the first splash of beer against the back of my throat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It turned out it was a simultaneous event. Anna and Jeff laid next to each other.

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

"Tequila," he said.

"What about you, Anna?"

"Bud Light."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She leaned into me. "He was hard!" she whispered, as if she were shocked.

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

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

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

The beer finished, Selene and Jessica gathered up the cards and ran them through the card machine.

I drew a queen of clubs, but it didn’t beat Selene’s king. Mark, unfortunately, had drawn his second ace. Disgusted he tossed Jessica his socks and moved onto the mat.

Selene lowered herself over his pelvis and fed him a freshly open Bud Light. Mark swallowed slowly, but Selene was very good at feeding someone booze, and he never coughed, sputtered or choked. In less than a minute, she had drained the beer and Mark returned to his seat.

Selene drew an ace the next hand, and her "friend" Frank was the big winner with a king. Selene was barefoot and had on no socks. With a deep breath, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up, over her head.

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

"Ready, big boy?" she asked Frank.

He nodded, an evil grin on his face.

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

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

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

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

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

Morosely, she sat herself down on the mat and got her head into position as Mark got between her legs to administer Cindy’s next wine cooler.

The process went fairly smoothly, although early on Mark poured too much and some of the strawberry liquid ran out of her mouth and down both her cheeks. Afterwards, she wiped her face with a towel and walked over to me.

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

Mark lost the next hand, and was served a beer by Jessica. I watched carefully for signs of movement, but the only times I detected it was the slight shifting, side-to-side, after extended intervals. He returned to Mandy’s side with an evident erection in his slacks, however.

Next round was nearly disastrous for Cindy. She drew a three, but both Mandy and Mark drew aces. Mandy took off her pumps, which were added to the shirt and two other pairs of shoes in Jessica’s room, and assumed the position on the towel. Mark joined her.

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

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

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

With a gulp, I stood up and followed Cindy into the center of the circle. As Cindy got into position, I got between Mandy’s legs and took the shot of vodka she’d asked for. As Tom got between Cindy’s legs, he glanced over at me. I realized by the look in his eyes that he was still sore at me for our little tiff in the afternoon. He snuggled as close as he could to Cindy, whose eyes opened wide with surprise, and the room roared with laughter. I felt Mandy’s beautiful legs squeeze me suddenly, and felt her move against me ever so slightly. I looked over at her, and she gave me a wink and a smile.

I moved my body to deliver Mandy’s vodka shot, and as she did, I felt her orbit her hips gently against the shaft of my erection as it drug down. When I was in position to drain the shot into her mouth, I could feel my glans rubbing against her nether regions. She was extremely warm down there. I poured the shot carefully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

We drew our cards, and Cindy got a six of clubs and I got a four of clubs. I waited for Anna to turn her card over, hoping it was high. It wasn’t. It was a two of clubs. Frank drew the king of clubs, so he moved between Anna’s shapely legs and drained a beer into her waiting mouth.

Anna was extremely flushed at this point, and I didn’t doubt for a moment that she was drunk and on her way to getting drunker. While Frank poured, I felt Cindy’s finger nails gently running up and down the top of my thigh. It felt good. It calmed me.

In no time, we were being handed our next cards. I heard Jessica say it was round seventeen. I glanced at my watch. It was twenty till ten.

My card was a miserably low two of clubs. I braced myself so I could down another beer. But Jeff had the high card and Anna had drawn an ace. Momentarily safe, I watched Anna remove her shoes and assume the position on the towel. She giggled slightly as she got into position. Jeff poured another beer into her, and I tried to guess how many she had.

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

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

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

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

Mandy won the next round with the king of clubs. She would serve Tom a beer. Anna, who had drawn yet another ace, opted to take off her socks.

Tom laid on the floor, then reared up on his hands, his feet flat on the floor. Mandy, a seductive grin on her face, lowered herself onto his pelvis. She was messy. Her aim wasn’t good, and she kept grinding herself against him. Tom kept spluttering, especially when she moved particularly hard. Everyone was laughing hysterically, including Cindy, who seemed to be enjoying herself now that the four wine coolers were coursing through her blood stream.

I think they managed to get most of the beer into Tom, but a sizeable portion dripped onto the towels and his shirt. I think he used most of a towel drying himself off.

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

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

Tom lay on the floor to take a drink from Jessica. She hadn’t hardly been drinking, except early in the game, and her aim wasn’t off at all. Tom finished the beer in less than a minute.

I caught myself looking over at Mandy’s stunning legs. From where I sat, it almost looked like she was naked from the waist down. As I gawked at Mandy, I felt Cindy’s hand return to my thigh and begin thoughtfully stroking it.

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

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

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

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

I watched Mandy as she moved onto the towels. It was getting crowded. Cindy and Jeff were awaiting their shots, while Tom stood waiting for Mandy. Mandy’s ass was beautiful, I decided.

Mandy lowered herself onto the towel, and the sounds of Cindy coughing and gasping broke me focus on the nearly naked girl. Frank was getting up from between Cindy’s legs as she continued to cough. "Are you gonna hurl, sweetie?" Jessica asked, a large plastic garbage can held at ready.

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

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

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

"Did you see that?" she asked.

"See what?" I replied.

"Mandy," she said.

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

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

Cindy was definitely drunk.

"Say what?"

"Sweetheart."

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

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

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

"Round twenty four," Jessica announced. Her eyes watching Cindy and I. "Last round. We should probably stop before this gets out of hand."

There was a group of groans and boos. Including, to my surprise, Cindy.

"Well," Jessica said, obviously enjoying this. "We could keep playing with modified rules."

This was greeted with a rowdy bunch of cheers. "Alright, I don’t want anyone getting too wasted. You might puke on my floor. New rules are: you loose a hand, you take something off or you take a drink. No more shots. If you are naked, well, you get three minutes in the middle of the room with the winner." She picked up and raised the kitchen timer. "You can do only one or the other. If you draw an ace, you have to do both."

This brought my erection to previously unheard of heights of hardness. It really was beginning to hurt. The rules seemed good to everyone, and even I, with my state of arousal at its peak, agreed that these rules sounded good.

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

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

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

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

Cindy clapped one hand to her mouth while another one gripped my thigh and squeezed. I wonder if watching this was turning her on as much as me.

"Alright you two," Selene told them. "Let the others play."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready, buddy?" she asked me.

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

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

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

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

I simply nodded.

Jessica handed us our next cards.

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

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

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

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

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

I got myself between Cindy’s slender legs, and I felt her grip me and pull me closer. My penis pressed against her warmth, and she let out a low moan and rubbed herself against me. I reached up with my free hand and squeezed her breast. The others roared their approval, and Cindy’s eyes looked at me, hooded with pleasure and alcohol.

Cindy’s breasts were firm and a full handful, and I massaged it a bit before opening the beer can. The group was cheering Jeff and Selene’s antics. I could feel them humping against each other, their fabric an unwanted barrier to mutual pleasure. Cindy rotated her hips, sending shivers up my spine. I leaned forward, the shaft of my penis slipping down before my head caught against her jeans. The warmth increased, and she bore down on me. It felt so good it hurt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Your cock nice and hard?" she asked drunkenly.

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

Selene came back with the unopened beer and pressed into my hand. I leaned back, and to my surprise, my penis stayed pretty much where it was. It pushed my erection down, so I was standing out at almost ninety degrees, and my own voice caught as a wave of pleasure raced up my spine. Anna moved her hips, bearing down on me, increasing my pleasure, and I suspect, hers.

With difficulty, I opened the can of beer. As I leaned forward, I thrust towards her. She gasped, gave me stuporous but pleasant grin, and bore down on me in return. I nodded to her, and she lowered her head so she was looking up at the ceiling. Her sensuous mouth opened, and I was presented with a target.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everyone cheered some more. Selene stepped out of the shorts, grabbed Mark’s head once more, and pressed it into her now exposed pubis.

There was more cheering and laughter. People couldn’t believe what Selene was doing. A part of me desperately wished I was Mark. Selene’s small breasts rose suddenly, and her eyes rolled back in her head. Eyelids fluttering, she let out a satisfied sigh. I could see Mark’s head moving in tight little circles over her.

About that time, Cindy had finished her beer, and was rising with a confused smile on her face, watching Selene and Mark’s antics. Selene noticed her rise, turned to give her an enraptured grin, and slowly pushed Mark’s head away from her. I noticed a glint of clear liquid on her labia.

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

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

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

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

The skirt was thin and airy, I realized as I moved into position. As I poured, Jessica made no movements to distract me, though my penis was digging into her through the thin material of her clothing. She drank quickly and easily, the muscles in her throat moving like a well-oiled machine, and it seemed like she drained the bottle in record time. Finished, I stood up unsteadily and made my way back to my place.

Jessica sat up, adjusted her skirt, and stood up. She glanced over at me, placed a finger at her lip, and gave me a pout. Everyone giggled. She winked at me and returned to her seat next to Jeff.

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

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

I had thought she was going to take another shot, but she had taken one last time she had lost. I was going to see Cindy out of her shirt.

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

She looked at me, very self-conscious. She could tell by the grin on my face that I liked what I saw. She leaned against me once more, her body delightfully close to me, skin touching skin, her braed breast slightly scratchy against my rib.

My jack was the high card next round, and Jessica had drawn another low card. She assumed the position once more, skirt pooled around her waist, a stretch of fabric barely covering her privates. Unlike the last time, Jessica was much more playful. As I got into position and waited for Selene to return with a wine cooler, Jessica ground herself against me. My eyes fluttered and I heard her let out a soft sigh.

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

Her chest rose sharply, then she leaned her head back with another happy sigh. She opened her mouth, and I began to pour.

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy leaned in closer to me, and we took our next cards from Selene, who gave me a lewd smile as she headed over to Jessica. Cindy leaned close to me, strawberry and alcohol hot on my cheek. "I have a secret to confess," she said earnestly. Her voice was almost inaudible.

I looked at her. Her blue eyes were large and luminous. "My jeans are too tight. I’m not wearing any underwear."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When they finished the beer, Mandy was wobbly, and Tom walked a rather crooked line back to Anna, rubbing his eye the entire way. The front of his shirt was soaked.

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

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

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

"Oh," Anna said, obviously trying to put together what that meant. Jessica had a digital kitchen timer, and she punched a little button three times and set it on the couch next to wear she sat. I noticed she hadn’t pressed start yet.

She handed Tom a wine cooler and kept the beer for Frank. As Tom got into position over a very naked Selene, Jessica’s skirt pooled around Frank’s hips. Selene was wriggling slightly against Tom, which resulted in yellow wine cooler spilling over her cheeks, chin, lips, throat and over her chest. Jessica, meanwhile, was gently rocking against Frank. Frank, who probably wasn’t even drunk yet, easily gulped down the beer as she gyrated slowly above him.

Wine cooler and beer were finished at approximately the same time. Jessica reached over and tussled Frank’s hair and smiled smugly at him. She helped up him and went to her spot next to Jeff. Tom and Selene, wine cooler done, were pretty much in the same position they had been, except that Tom had put the empty bottle beside them and was leaning in close to her.

Jessica turned the timer on, then turned and joined the rest of us as we watched Selene and Tom rut at each other for a bit. Selene eventually laid flat on the floor, wrapping her arms around him and raising her legs up. Her feet rested against his buttocks, digging hard into her hips.

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

Selene groaned and unwrapped herself. Tom still rutted, but Selene’s hands on his chest slowed him down. "Time’s up," she panted, a playful grin on her face. Tom grunted, frowned, and rolled off her, his breathing deep and fast. There was a large, damp patch over his erection.

Jessica started collecting cards as Tom and Selene collected themselves. They were still on the towels when she started handing out cards. "Come on, you two," she chided. "You can’t have all the fun."

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

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

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

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

Selene did very little violent moving, although she constantly rocked against me. I expect the rough denim fabric wasn’t so comfortable against her soft, delicate genitalia, especially after rubbing herself raw on Tom. She was fairly accurate with the beer, only spilling a tiny bit over my lower lip and chin, and I surprised myself by finishing just moments after Frank.

I could tell Mandy had made a mess, because Frank’s blue polo shirt had a massive and spreading dark patch across his chest. Mandy walked away, a smug smile on her face, slapping my butt as she passed by me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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