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Jill’s story - Part 12


They deal another hand.  Adam immediately bets all his money and calls without as much as a glance at his cards.  Chris raises him, Adam says he will see the raise with all he has left, that is, me.  From my awkwardly perched position on Adams lap I can of course see his hand.  He has a pair of Jacks and might even win I think!  
But Chris puts his card on the table, he has three 2’s and so Adam looses.  Chris says “Yeah baby!” imitating Austin Powers badly.
Adam says “Bugger” but obviously doesn’t mean it.  He pushes me off his lap towards Chris.  
Before I can make a dash for it Chris grabs my hand and pulls me to him.  
“I have something for you!  It’s something you gave me!” he says with a lewd smirk, guiding my hand to his lap and his stiff erection which has pushed his swimming trunks up into a very respectable tent shape.
Steve says “I think it only fair that Jill deals with the problem she has given you Chris.”  The guys all cheer in agreement.  
Chris is still holding my hand to his lap.  Without hesitating he uses his other hand to reach up and pull my bikini top down towards his lap, it pulls me down with it.  He quickly moves the hand holding my hand in his lap to the back of my neck, keeping me bent over.  He pulls down the top of his trunks and his ‘trunk’ springs out inches in front of my face.  He points it straight up and guides my mouth down to it.  
With no other option available I take his truck in my mouth, its warm and softly hard.  In an effort to regain some control I wrap my right hand around the base and squeeze hard.  Then I take as much of the shaft as I can into my mouth going right down to my hand gripping the base of his shaft.  
I know I can’t get away now, a man with a very erect penis, lust coursing through his veins and a seemingly compliant sexy woman with her mouth wrapped around his erection is an animal first and a human second.  So I vow to myself to make it end as quickly as possible, I suck hard and start pumping up and down his hot shaft.  
It is not very comfortable standing bent over as I am, so I pull Chris around in his seat and kneel down between his legs.  This makes the guys even more excited.  
I run my tightly wrapped hand up his now lubricated shaft right up to the tip of the head and then back down all the way to the base again, rotating it from side to side as I go.  From my experience this drives men crazy and Chris is no exception it soon proves.  After repeating this squeeze and twist along the full length of his shaft a few times, I put my lips to the tip and slowly engulf him in my warmth as I closely follow my hand with my lips down his now throbbing shaft taking him deep into my soft mouth, swirling my tongue around him as I do.  I start pumping his shaft with my hand and mouth, keeping constant friction on his head and a good portion of his shaft at all times.  After less than a minute his hand is holding the back of my head and pulling it urgently down with each stroke I take, he is going to come.  
As I am thinking how I can avoid him coming in my mouth I feel a big spurt of come hit the back of my throat, followed quickly by another.  His penis is gushing come now, he holds my head tightly down with his shaft buried deep in my warm soft mouth for about 10 seconds before his grip eases.  My mouth is full of come, I swallow it.  
Then it seems as if by force of habit I keeping on sucking and with my hand still wrapped around his shaft I slowly ease up its length, squeezing the last drops of come to the top, then licking and sucking the drops off the tip to finish him off.  Realising what I am doing I look up at Chris who looks completely satisfied, like he has just had the blow of his life, which he probably has.  I feel nauseated.  I stand up and quickly walk away, the guys don’t try to stop me.
As I am going out the room Chris finds his voice and says “Wow, you’re certainly a prize!”  
I head to the kitchen and grab a strong drink, I down it, trying to burn away the taste of Chris’s come and sterilise my mouth and stomach.  I don’t mind the taste of come but that’s when I want it not when I have to take it.

I head out to the pool.  As I am approaching the girls I can feel that something is wrong, I ask them if I can refresh any of their drinks.  They all decline so I lie down.  “Jill” Sandy says coming over to me “what’s that on your cheek?”
I think, “what?!”
The other girls move closer to see what she means.  I rub both cheeks but can’t feel anything.  Sandy suddenly throws her leg over me and actually straddles my torso.
“what the?” I start saying but before I can finish the other girls have all grabbed a limb and are holding me down.  I struggle like mad under the pinning bodies but can’t break free from any of the holds.  
Sandy, who is Chris’s other half, I would have said better half but looking up at her sitting on me I am not so sure anymore, points to my cheek and says “That’s come isn’t it”, then she slaps me across the face.  
“Do you like other woman’s come?” she says.  
Now I am pretty sure she doesn’t mean pussy juices.  She slaps me again, I have obviously miss read these people badly.  Sandy reaches behind her and I feel her roughly pull my bikini bottoms aside and stick her fingers into my pussy which is wet from my earlier molestations at the poker table.  She digs her fingers in deep, then pulls them out and brings them up to my face, she wipes them over my cheeks, not stupid enough o put them in my mouth. 
“What shall we do with her girls?” she says “This bitch has stolen come which belongs to me.”  One of the girls whispers to another, they all pass the message round, I can’t quite hear what they say.  The girls on my legs ease off, I immediately resume struggling.
Sandy slaps my face then pulls my bikini top aside and grabs a nipple between her fingers and yanks it.
I cry out and stop struggling, she eases off on the nipple.
“Good girl” she says.  
The girls start pulling my bikini bottom down, I force my legs open top stop them, Sandy yanks hard on my nipple again, distending it more than an inch from its natural position.  I yelp and stop resisting.
The girls pull off my bottoms then they pull my legs wide apart and sit on them holding them in that position.  
They call “Rufus, come here boy, there’s a good boy”
Sandy half turns and reaches behind her to my pussy and with her fingers splays it wide apart.  I feel what seems like a breeze but one focussed on my beaver as I hear sniffing.  Something cold just brushes my wet slit then I feel a warm wet long tongue lick my pussy once and then again and again in quick succession, lapping at my wetness.  Rufus soon looses interest though thank god.  The girls pull my bikini top off, I am now naked pinned under 5 girls.  They whisper and then giggle between themselves like adolescents, the ones sitting on my legs get up and disappear for a bit, then they are back holding a bottle of spirits.  
“Open up” Sandy says as she pinches my nose closed, one of the girls comes around and kneels near the top of my head, she wiggles forward so her knees are on either side of my head then she clamps my head between them.  They pour liquor into my mouth, I swallow.  They carry on until they have nearly finished the bottle.  I am struggling now to swallow and the liquor is pouring out the sides of my mouth and into my nose and threatening to drown me.  It’s simply too much liquid too quick.  The girls seem to think I have had enough or they are bored with me now.  
I feel what feels like someone pinching each of my pussy lips like a clamp, then they are yanked apart.  
One of the girls says, “Eeew, its so slippery down here!”
They take what’s left in the bottle and pour it onto my exposed clit, I feel the cool alcohol burning slightly as it runs down my splayed stretched slit from the top small clit folds to the pussy opening and then over the small hump and down my tightly clamped anus.
Sandy slaps me once more and says “That’s what you get for being a slut, slut!”
She gets up off me saying “Leave the slut girls.  If the men want her at least she is a clean sterilised slut now, better then them finding a ho on the streets.” 

To be continued.