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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mark opted for a beer and pulled off his undershirt. Like the girls, there was a red heart circled in black, this tattoo on the left side of his chest. On the otherside of his chest, there was a small wheel with five spokes in it. Like the girl’s, neither tattoo was very large, maybe ¾ of an inch across. He settled into position on the towel-covered mats, Selene got astride him, and she started pouring. She was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol. Quite a bit of beer ended up on Mark’s face and chest, and Selene only did her little hip gyrations when she wasn’t pouring. But Mark left with a happy look on his face, so I don’t think he cared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Roll over," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I opened the water bottle.

"Ready?" I asked her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take something off," I told her simply.

"Bra or pants?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you like that?" she asked me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Water?" Selene asked Cindy non-chalantly.

Cindy shook her head. "Cooler."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy just blushed furiously, then giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," I stumbled over my own tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I nodded.

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

I closed my eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Having her mouth on you?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"When?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do you want me to?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Am I doing something wrong?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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