Games People Play

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Games People Play Part I

They were all of age and all still virgins. The girls were virginal, that is. The selected men were also all of age but the girls had not actually inquired as to their virginal status, as they didn't really think it relevant to what they had planned. A little quiet negotiation had been going on for a while. The four girls wanted to lose their virginity, but didn't want to find themselves the subject of gossip and speculation after the event.

They had all eventually agreed on the men they would invite to their little party, the men had been carefully sounded out and everyone had agreed to rules of behaviour, but with the intention of the girls losing their virginity firmly established. Just how this would be accomplished would be a matter of conjecture and decisions made at the time.

There was a long weekend coming up and Sandi's parents were going away on a camping trip, (if you could call using that luxurious motor home camping) and had agreed that Sandi could have some friends stay and keep her company.

The girls all arrived Friday night, getting little sleep as they discussed what was going to happen. Would any of them chicken out at the last moment? After what seemed like a never-ending night, Saturday morning arrived and the girls started to prepare for their little party.

One thing they had all agreed on between themselves was that they would all wear matching, sexy lacy underwear, with tops and skirts or shorts that could be removed relatively easily. They did not want to find themselves in a position of trying to hold off a naked, horny man while they were trying to get out of skin tight jeans.

The boys had been told not to come before 9:00 am, and the girls assumed that they would show up at various times during the morning, this being an obvious sign of the girls sexual inexperience. With expectations of having a ball the men turned up in a group right on the stroke of 9:00.

After everyone was in and they had all had a drink to calm their nerves and help them to relax a little Sandi tentatively suggested that they might want to pair up and retire to the bedrooms. There was a mutter of nervous agreement from the other girls and three of men gave the idea the nod.

There's always someone who has to be different. This time it was Carl.

"Hold on," Carl murmured. "I have a few ideas I want to put before the group."

"Meaning what?" inquired Paul.

"Let's have some real fun with this as well as the sex. We'll play some sex games, and the winners (or losers, depending on the game) get to have sex, while the others watch. And we'll have a basic rule that whenever anyone has sex they have to use a position that hasn't already been tried."

This suggestion let to some discussion. The boys were enthusiastic, the girls weren't quite so sure. This wasn't going the way they had envisaged. Still, they decided, in for a penny, in for a pound. They would get an idea of what to do by watching the first winners at work, and all four prayed fervently that they wouldn't be the first loser/winner.

"Game 1 will be quite simple," said Carl. "The girls will split into two pairs and play one round of rock, paper and scissors. The two losers will then play each other with the losing girl being our first lucky 'winner'. Then I'll explain how she chooses her partner."

It didn't take long for Denise to find herself standing alone, with the other girls laughing at her.

"OK," said Carl. "We are now going to blindfold Denise. I just happen to have some blindfolds with me. Isn't that a happy coincidence. Once Denise is blindfolded everyone will scatter around the room and Denise has got to find them. Whenever she finds someone, that person will remove one item of clothing from her. Both shoes count as a single item. Panties and bra are to be left to last, strippers choice otherwise. Once she is naked she has to continue trying to find people. The first boy she finds once fully stripped gets to have sex with her, but she is not allowed to remove the blindfold until afterwards."

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[skyleon]

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Denise felt as though she was going to faint as the blindfold went on, but bit her lip and started to grope her way around. It seemed she had barely taken a step when her hand touched someone. She heard a laugh (that was Suzy, she just knew it) and a pair of hands reached out unzipped her skirt and lowered it. "Damn you, Suzy. Couldn't you have started with my shoes?" she thought. Another step, and another touch. Were they all clustered around her? She felt two large hands close around her waist and then run smoothly down her legs to remove her sandals. "Thank you. A gentleman." She mused. Another step. Another. Groping around with arms outstretched. A touch, and hands were lifting her t-shirt up and over her head. "God help me. Bra or panties next. Soon I'll be naked and then... Oh, god. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

Denise stepped out in a different direction and bumped into another girl. "Please, take the bra. Take the bra. That's you Sandi. I can smell your perfume. Please take the bra." She felt her panties being slowly slipped down to the sound of a musical little laugh. "Oh, you bitch, Sandi. You knew I'd want my panties as long as possible. Can the boys see my vagina? Of course they can. It feels as though it's swelling and standing out. How can I be feeling so hot when I'm nearly naked?"

Denise backed up, and promptly bumped into someone behind her. Two hands closed around her waist to steady her. Two very large hands that slid slowly up her back to her bra and flicked open the clasp. Not content with just lifting the bra off, the hands then slid around her, under the bra, gently cupping her breasts before lifting the bra up and off.

"Who was that?" she wondered. "He didn't need to touch my boobs. They feel tight. I bet my nipples are sticking out. And everyone can see. Everything is on display. Next touch and I get fucked. I am in so much trouble here. Can I stop? I could I suppose but do I want to? I don't think I do. Let's find the lucky chap." Denise stepped forward with a bit more confidence, reaching for someone, anyone, found an arm and grabbed it.

"Sorry, Denise. I have the wrong equipments" said Michelle. "Try again."

"Damn it! I'm ready. Where are those men?" Feeling around and bingo! "This arm doesn't belong to one of the girls," she gloated.

She reached up to take off the blindfold, but a hand reached up and stopped her. Sandi called to her, "The blindfold has to stay on until after you've been screwed remember."

"What now?" she thought nervously. "How do I know who's doing what to me?"

"I'm going to lose my virginity to someone unknown while my friends watch?" she thought incredulously. All she could do was wait.

But not for long. Hands took her hands and gently pushed them behind her back, where they were held firmly in one hand. The mans other hand gently cupped her face, then moved in a slow and sensuous sweep, down over her breasts, crossing from one to the other and gently rolling her nipples between his fingers. Further down til it was rubbing her mound, gently palpitating it. Denise realised that she was wet and panting lightly. What he was doing felt good. Other boys had touched her, but not while she was naked with the knowledge that she would shortly be well and truly fucked. The man, this unknown friend, lightly kissed her, then his lips followed the same path his hand had, settling on her breasts, suckling and gently biting. He'd released her hands now and she found her hands clutching him trying to hold him to her. In vain. His mouth drifted away from her breasts and travelled further down. "What was he doing? He wasn't going to kiss her down there, was he?" It appeared that the answer was yes, as he gently pushed her back against something soft and edged her legs apart so that his tongue could move between her thighs and flick back and forth across her virginal lower lips. Fingers gently eased her lips apart and she gasped as his tongue slipped inside her, licking and caressing her sensitive insides.

His tongue moved away, but his fingers remained, gently stroking, pushing into her, rubbing and caressing. He started kissing her again and while doing that, the hand that was not inducing all those warm and wonderful sensations took her hand and gently placed it against... "What is that? That's his penis! What am I supposed to do with it? Am I supposed to hold it." She reluctantly closed her hand around the rampant cock. "It feels odd. It's hot and it's hard but it's also soft. And how am I supposed to close my hand around something this size? I'd need to use both hands to get around it. How big do these things grow? What am I supposed to do with it?" Her hand moved slowly up and down the cock, following instincts that have been around for ever. "It's twitching," She thought. I can feel his pulse beating through it. He's going to put this thing inside me. I want it now, but I'm scared. What are the other girls thinking? Are they wishing that it was them or are they thinking they'd like to back out now. I can hear them giggling. And I'm quite sure I can hear them breathing hard too. They're getting as excited as me and no-one has even touched their pussies yet. I'm going to enjoy watching them get nailed."

Her hand was suddenly removed from the cock, and she felt a knee between her legs, edging her legs further apart. Then the hand that had never stopped playing with her was moving her lips apart and she felt the head of that massive member moving between her lips and into her vagina. The hand that was holding her lips apart withdrew and she felt herself closing upon the invader, clamping down and holding it in place.

"It's time" she thought. "Too late to change my mind. It's coming in. Why so slowly? I'm going to come before you're even in me at this rate."

Slowly but surely the trespasser moved into her, easing forward until it butted against her virginity. Then it edged back again.

"No! Don't stop," she whispered, and was answered with a laugh as the cock came hurrying back, breaking through her hymen and rendering her virginity a thing of the past. She gave a small cry of pain as her cherry broke and was gone, but the pain was lost as she felt the intruder moving ever deeper into her, stimulating sensations she didn't recognise but wanted to know. Denise felt a current surging within her and was very quickly riding it higher and higher as this staff of life seemed to expand within her, surging back and forth and encouraging her to move with it. She no longer thought of the other girls looking on in anticipation of their own deflowering. She had no thought for the other men standing around, watching her getting royally screwed. Her only thought was to ride this cock, to match it thrust for thrust, moving her hips up trying to draw the member ever deeper into her. She wanted to go on an eternal journey with it, with nothing mattering but the sensation this lovable monster was bringing to her body. Riding, ever higher, until the wave broke through her, flooding within her as both of them came to the heights together and she finally experienced that wondrous relief and slow downwards spiral.

Time resumed for Denise. She felt the withdrawal of her stranger friend, and she slowly realised that it was over. She was no longer a virgin, and she had enjoyed every bit of it. She reached up and removed the blindfold and looked to see who had been her partner.

"Hey!" she cried indignantly. "What is this?"

Whoever had been her partner had buttoned up and stepped back with the others. She couldn't tell from looking who had just given her such a magnificent ride.

"OK. Who was it?" she asked, but was met with smiles and silence.

"Sorry, Denise," said Suzy, "but we're not telling. You'll have to wonder. You'll probably work it out before we're finished."

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After a brief break while the girls chatted to Denise, Carl stepped forward again.

"Game 2 will be the same as game 1, but in reverse." said Carl. "The men will play rock, paper and scissors with the winner going through the blindfold strip, which will undoubtedly prove embarrassing for the sucker being stripped. He will have the consolation prize of knowing that at the end of the strip he will get to take the clothes off of a lovely lass, but she will control the way they have sex. She's in charge."

This time Carl found himself cursing his frenetic imagination as he stood there, having the blindfold attached.

Carl reached out, and as expected made a contact immediately. He smelt perfume and wondered what item she would remove. He was relieved when he sensed her kneel and found his shoes coming off. Another step, another contact. Another girl and his socks were gone. "Chickens," he thought. "Next person will have to start on real clothes."

His trousers went, followed by his t-shirt, down to his jocks and reaching out. Another contact and he smiled to himself. Female and she was going to have to remove his jocks, and he was erect inside them. He'd lay odds she would pull them down from behind. It turned out he was lucky he hadn't placed an actual bet as whoever it was stood in front of him and slowly tugged his jocks down, giggling, reaching in and taking his cock in hand and moving it aside so that it didn't hook up on the jocks elastic. Now naked, blindfolded and erect he started feeling around for his potential partner. His hand closed on a soft breast and his smile grew.

"Who have I caught?" he asked.

"Sorry Carl," he heard Andy say. "We can't tell you. See if you can work it out when the blindfold comes off. Now stop stalling and start stripping her."

Carl reached out gently and felt that soft breast again, and heard a small gulp. Appreciating her nervousness, he gently squeezed the breast then slid his hand down, took the t-shirt and lifted it over the girls head. Hands back down and around, undoing the bra, sliding hands around to her breasts, gently cupping both of them before lifting the bra up and off. Kneel down, take a foot and remove the sandal. Other foot and sandal and slide his hand up her legs to her hips, flick open the buttons at the waist and gently slide the shorts down. Even more slowly slide his hands up the inside of her legs until he reaches her vagina, feeling the heat emanating from it. Slip his hand up a little further, hook his fingers over the panties and slowly slide them down. Very slowly slide them down. He could hear her increased breathing as he lowered them, and knew that she was getting excited. He was so erect he was afraid that his cock might explode and leave him an eunuch. He took one of her hands, stepped away while lifting the hand high and had her turn around so that everyone could get a good look at her in all her naked glory. And he couldn't see her at all, damn it.

He let go her hand and reached for her, to draw her to him, but she was gone. "My rules, remember? You have to do what I want." A soft voice whispered to him. "Now stand still."

He stood there, and felt a warm body press up against his back, with breasts sliding back and forth across him. The warmth moved around and in front of him, and he could feel her pressing her whole length against him. Then her hand drifted down and closed on his pulsating member. "My!" she said. "Second one I've seen today, and I must say it measures up nicely against the other one." The hand gently moved along his cock, barely touching it, a feathery sensation wandering around his member and driving him mad. If she wasn't careful he'd be reaching out, picking her up and placing her firmly where he wanted her. On his rampant cock.

Now she was encouraging his head to come down and touch her breasts, encouraging him to kiss them, taste them, tease them. At the same time she took his hand, slid it down and pressed it against her vagina. He didn't need a second hint. His hand closed on her, fingers stroking, darting between her lips, stirring her up. He could feel the heat emanating from her, and hear her breathing tighten. He smiled in victory. This wasn't going to last much longer. She was ready to part her legs and invite him in.

Then she withdrew, was pushing him down, getting him to lie on the floor. At least there was a rug here. It could be awfully cold on tiles he mused. Now she was sitting astride him, letting his man pole lean against her tummy while she pressed her vaginal opening against the base of it, gently rubbing. He could feel his cock twitching, seeking, wanting, and she just kept up with those little feather touches. Then he felt something close around the head of his cock. What the hell? She wouldn't! He felt teeth rubbing lightly over the head, sliding back and forth, tantalising. Hell! If she kept this up he was going to blow his load before he even entered her and wouldn't that be a let down for the poor girl. He was going to come. He really was. Then that terrible mouth let him go. He felt her leaning back again and wondered what was next. Intent do deflower her or no, he was about to come and she was going to be right out of luck.

With shocking suddenness he felt a vigorous slap to the side of his waving member. He yelped as his erection cringed and died down.

"I heard that if you do that the erection stops and has to start all over again," that infernally whispering menace said, accompanied by laughter from the enthusiastic audience. "Bastards, the lot of them."

A gentle hand close over his abused cock and gently squeezed. Suddenly, his cock didn't seem so abused. It was raising it's wicked head and standing to attention, ready for the games to continue.

"Time, I think," he heard her say and felt her running her lips along his cock until the head was firmly pressing against her. He felt her hands come down, holding and directing his cock while at the same time stretching her lips apart to allow him entry.

"At bloody last," he thought and surged up to meet her. Only to find her withdrawing, hovering above him, holding the tip of his cock within her but refusing to let him advance any further. He slowly settled back to the floor in frustration, swearing under his breath. As he settled back down he felt her pressing back down on him, encouraging his cock to enter deeper.

"I set the pace," she whispered. "You just go with the flow."

[Jamesleejamesle]

Camping..wish I was one of the guys to get the cherry

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thanks for sharing

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He relaxed and let her 'set the pace' as she wanted. She was settling down onto him, his cock slowly edging into place. Very shortly he felt her hymen pressing against the tip of his head, and grinned, wondering how she was going to handle the initial penetration. He felt her pressing down more firmly trying to have his cock break gently through, but her hymen wasn't co-operating. He felt her tensing up, and knew she was losing that fine edge of lust she had been riding. "Relax," he told her. "Let me do this bit for you."

He reached up and held her firmly around the waist, lifting her up, sliding her along his cock until the head was barely within her. "Now!' he said, and pulled her back down while thrusting up, breaking through with that single lunge and surging up into her body. She gave a sharp gasp as his penis penetrated her fully and then just sat across him, with his cock rammed fully up her, engorging her, filling her with its immensity.

"Now rock," he told her. "Back and forth. Let the rhythm build within you. You'll feel the tension rise. Rise with it and go with the flow."

He could feel her quivering nervously above him, shocked by the stab of pain when he burst into her, but curiosity and a slowly returning lust were working on her, encouraging her to experiment, to start rocking back and forth, to let that throbbing anaconda within her drag across her sensitive flesh, tweaking her nerves. He lay quiescent under her, letting her do the work while thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her sleek young body manipulating and massaging his cock.

She was moving faster now, breathing harder, gasping for breath, wonderment in her face as she finally felt her womanhood stirring and coming to life within her. He felt the preliminary shivers as her orgasm started to gather force, and those sudden vibrations were enough to trigger his ejaculation, sending hot seed spurting deep within her, with the molten splashing liquid in turn finally firing of her orgasm, causing her to scream out her coming.

They relaxed, worn out by the emotion of the moment, and just lay there.

Then he felt her rising and moving away.

He relaxed for a few more moments and the reached up and removed the blindfold and looked to see who had been his partner.

"Not fair." he cried.

While he had been enjoying himself, the other two girls had very thoughtfully stripped, so that all four girls were naked. He knew it wasn't Denise, as she had been first up, but it could have been any of the others. All four were flushed and looked excited, and there was no way of telling which he'd fucked unless he grabbed them and felt inside them. He'd give them that one. Still, he and Denise would be able to work out their partners when the final two girls were lined up to be deflowered.

Brian had a suggestion. Now that game 3 was about to start and past participants would know who their partners were then why not have Carl and Denise try to guess who their partners had been. If they guessed wrong there would be a penalty and the person who did fuck you gets to name it.

Carl was dubious, but agreed. He didn't trust whoever had balled him as far as he could throw her, but he was willing to play along. With Carl agreeing, Denise sighed and said she'd go along with it too.

Carl offered to go first, looking over at the girls, considering how her body had felt against him. He knew it wasn't Denise, so one down. Sandi had smaller breasts than the other two. Very nice breasts and superbly shaped and they would probably taste just fine, but still smaller than Michelle and Suzy. Two down. Whoever was riding him had also sucked on his cock for a while. When she bent over him all he felt was that mouth and sharp little teeth teasing him. Suzy had long hair, so if it had been her he should have felt her hair brushing against his stomach. It had to be Michelle.

"Michelle," he stated confidently, and winked at her. Michelle blushed and nodded.

Denise groaned. This was so unfair. OK. Scrub Carl as he bonked Michelle.

What did she remember. Clutching his hair as he licked her. Very short hair. Not Paul, then. Andy or Brian. Her eyes flicked between them. How to tell? How to tell? Andy was just smiling and watching her. Brian on the other hand was looking smug and pleased with himself.

"Brian," She stated confidently.

"So sorry, Denise, but I haven't had that pleasure yet. Over to you, Andy."

Denise blushed and looked over at Andy. He had always been a terrible tease. What would he do now. Andy was openly grinning now. "A penalty," he mused. "I have to provide a penalty for this lovely, young lady. A penalty for this lovely, young, NAKED lady. I assume that anything too nasty will be vetoed by the others?" he queried?

"You assume correctly," said Brian. "You announce it and we'll vote. You have to have at least two of each sex to approve, but Denise can't vote."

"Then I want to put her across my knee and spank her," Andy said. "She should remember who screws her after all, and I feel insulted that she didn't recognise my cock when it was that deep inside her."

"But I've never even seen your cock before," Denise protested.

"Yes, you have. You wandered into my bedroom one day when your parents were visiting and caught me changing. You pointed at my penis and asked me what that silly thing was."

"That was fifteen years ago. I was only four" wailed Denise.

"A poor excuse," sighed Andy. "Can we have a vote?"

"Not too hard, I trust," murmured Carl.

"No. Just a friendly spanking. It'll sting but won't leave any marks apart from an initial red flush."

"Show of hands?" asked Andy. "Ah, unanimous. Bad luck, Denise. One spanking coming up."

"This is so unfair," wailed Denise. "The others won't be risking a spanking."

"Actually, they will," drawled Carl. "In the next game Sandi and Suzy will both be blindfolded, and they will have to make their guesses as well, which could be interesting. If they both guess the same person, one of them is guaranteed a spanking, but which one?"

"Sandi, can you grab me a kitchen chair to sit on for the spank?" asked Andy.

"What, now?"

"Yes. Why not. No need to put it off."

The chair was produced in short order and Andy took his seat. Denise approached, slowly, and bent over reluctantly as directed, face down, bum up, and legs slightly parted.

"Why do I have to part my legs?" she'd queried.

"Because I'm the spanker and you have to do as I say," came the firm reply. "You can always cry off if you think it's getting too much for you, and I promise I'll stop."

The spanking began with a firm smack, enough to sting but not really hurt. Denise squeaked and wriggled, but Andy held her firmly, continuing to deliver some firm spanks to her pretty bottom.

Then Andy changed the way he was slapping down, changing the angle in which his hand came across Denise's bottom so that instead of just smacking her bottom his long fingers slipped down between her legs and flicked firmly across her moist pussy. Denise gasped with surprise, and gasped again when a second slap landed in the same place, ending a jolt through her genitals. She shuddered, and felt the slaps continue, stinging and tingling against her pussy as well as her bottom. She felt heat and tension rising as Andy continued to spank her.

"Andy," she quavered, "what are you doing?"

"Spanking you. Can't you feel it?" he responded with a laugh. "Why? Do you want it to stop?"

"No," she squealed. "No need to stop. I can take it."

"I thought as much," Andy murmured, as his hand continued to lay firm strokes along both bottom and pussy. His other hand left her back where he'd initially been holding her in place and moved down and around, finding and fondling her breasts. Andy picked up the tempo slightly and listened to Denise start to gasp in time with the spanks, finally coming down with one last smack that missed her bottom but fell full across her vagina, triggering the orgasm that had been building.

"Ok," Andy said after Denise had calmed down a little, helping her back to her feet. "Spanking completed. Let's get on with the games."

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The other girls just stood there, staring stunned at Andy and the flushed and glowing Denise.

Michelle was the first to speak. "Gee, Sandi, Suzy. If you're real unlucky you may finish up with a similar spanking. Do you want me to change places with you if that happens?"

"Ah, that won't be necessary, Michelle. If we're up for a spanking we'll just have to suffer through it. Carl, what do we do in this last game?"

"The last game is real easy. Suzy and Sandi will be blindfolded, and Paul and Brian are going to have their wicked way with them. The first girl to have an orgasm is the loser. You have to try to delay the fatal moment for as long as possible. And just to stir you up a little, half way through your right royal shagging you'll be asked to nominate who your partner is, with the spanking waiting at the end of the fuck if you get the name wrong. But we won't tell you if you're right or wrong until the end. Of course, as noted before, if you both call the same name one of you is guaranteed a spank. Good luck with that."

Sandi and Suzy stood patiently while the blindfolds were attached. Then Paul and Brian approached and the fun began.

Paul didn't hesitate. He gently took Sandi, led her over to one of the armchairs and bent her face down over one of the arms. Then he slowly started massaging her pussy. Both girls were already excited from the activity that they had been watching and both were wet and ready. Sandi squirmed as Paul's hand slowly rubbed her, spreading her lips, with his fingers darting in and out, slowly increasing the tension that has started before he even touched her. Then Paul released his erection, placed it between her legs and let it just rest there against her pussy. While she squirmed against it, aghast at the size of it, Paul reached around and started massaging her breasts, kneading and pinching the nipples, spreading the tension from her vagina up through her boobs so that she felt that even one more touch would be enough to make her come apart. Sandi squirmed, her vaginal lips pushing out, trying to get the satisfaction that her body craved. And Paul kept lightly touching her, keeping her hovering in suspense, teasing, teasing with the promise of fulfilment to come and desperately craved. Sandi was now moaning in frustration while Paul was quietly laughing and touching. Oh, so lightly touching.

Sandi was cursing to herself. When she found out who was tantalising her she was going to kill him. With sex if she had to. She forced herself to be quiet and tried to listen to what was happening to Suzy.

Suzy was faring no better. Brian had taken her and laid her down on the rug. (Michelle pointed out that she and Carl had had sex lying down on the rug, but the objection was overruled. She'd been on top, riding Carl. Suzy was on the bottom and was going to be hammered into the rug so hard she'd probably get wool burns.) Brian's technique was markedly different from Pauls. He didn't waste time with a lot of preliminary teasing. He laid down next to Suzy and placed both her hands on his cock. Suzy gulped. Her hands were both on different ends of his cock and they weren't touching. "Let me see." Her mind frantically buzzed. "My hands are about two and a half inches wide and they're not touching. I ease my hand down by at least a hands length and they touch, but just barely. That means he's about eight inches. I can handle that, but it also feels awfully thick. I just know he's going to split me in half." Brian then pulled himself out of Suzy's grasp, moved her legs apart, parted her lips and started in with no preliminaries. He could see she was wet and ready, excited from the previous activity. He moved quickly into her, ignoring her startled gasp, advancing swiftly until his cock was resting against her hymen. Then he started pumping in and out with short strokes, agitating her but not doing enough to bring her the satisfaction she craved. Suzy writhed and twisted, trying to get enough purchase so that she could arch upwards and force Brian through her hymen and deep into her where that incredible itch was developing.

Sandi realised from the groans and mutterings coming from Suzy that she was being teased and tantalised in much the same way that she was suffering. Paul had shifted his attention back to her pussy and was moving her lips apart. She felt his knob press against her flesh and then start advancing. She just knew that he would start off by doing little thrusts, so as not to break her hymen and have her finish too soon. She was astounded and gave a short scream of pain when, instead of taking his time, Paul, once lined up, had simply bulled all the way in, ignoring her vulnerable cherry as though it wasn't there. The sudden shock brought her crashing back down from the edge of ecstasy where she'd been hovering, and she realised that that was his whole idea. Now he'd have to slowly bring her up to that peak and hold her there again for as long as possible. "Yes!" she realised. "I'm no longer a virgin."

Paul started moving slowly within her, dragging her slowly back up to the plateau she had just so suddenly vacated. Then he stopped moving. She felt a tap on her shoulder and a voice was asking her something. "What the hell? I'm up to my tonsils with a giant cock exploring my inside and someone wants to talk to me? Are they insane?"

"Sandi," the voice was saying. "Who is it? Who's bonking you?"

"Who? I know that that one. It's either Paul or Brian. But which one. I can't tell." "Oh, god! It's Paul." she yelled. "It's Paul."

"It might be," said the laughing voice. "I'll leave you to your fucking. Have fun."

She felt Paul, at least she hoped it was Paul, starting to resume his long slow strokes, slowly catching her up on the wings of angels and lifting her towards the sky. At the same time she was frantically trying to hear what Suzy said when asked who was ploughing her fertile fields.

Suzy was twisting and trying to persuade her tormentor to stop stuffing around and do the job he was supposed to do. She also was startled when it slowly sank into her that someone was trying to ask her something.

"What? Go away you idiot. Can't you see what's going on."

"Yes I can, Suzy," said Denise, "but you can't. Who is the gentleman on top of you trying to drill your bottom through the floorboard?"

"He's not trying to drill me. He's barely within me and the swine won't put the rest in."

"Yes, I can see that. Another good six fat inches are loitering about outside your pussy, sweetheart. You tell me who you think it is and I'll tell him to continue."

"Who it is? Oh, that's right. That silly guessing game. Why should I care who it is when he won't go all the fucking way in?" Guess. I have to guess. "It's Paul!" she shrieked. "Now tell him to put his damn cock in where it belongs."

"Oh, dear. One of you is wrong and one of you is getting a spanking later. How nice. I must make sure I get a good view. OK, my friend. Stop stuffing around, ram that weapon home and start ravishing Suzy the way she desires."

Brian laughed, and with one faster stroke he finally penetrated Suzy fully, with Suzy, in her relief at finally having that cock deep within, barely noticing that she had lost her virginity to this rampaging monster. Brian started a series of long deep strokes, keeping Suzy hovering on the edge, both of them enjoying the sensations and not wanting them to finish.

Sandi felt her contractions beginning, signalling an oncoming orgasm and an end to this sweet torture. She didn't want it to stop but she frantically wanted that orgasm that was coming. It was hers. She had earned it. By god she had earned it. Time stood still for her and her whole being was that throbbing that raced through her, causing her to clutch her muscles around that sweetly invasive cock, feeling it empty it's goodies deep within her as both of them were finally carried away with their orgasms.

Brian was still sufficiently aware of his surroundings to notice that Sandi and Paul were collapsing against the chair, obviously spent. Time to finish stirring up Suzy. He started to increase the speed and power of his strokes, agitating Suzy and driving her quickly to an orgasm, but even when she screamed her pleasure he didn't stop. Now it was his turn. He was generating massive strokes now, drawing almost fully out of her cunt and then slamming back in, hard and fast.

Suzy came down from her orgasm and realised that instead of it being over, things were just warming up. She had no chance to relax, feeling those new but old sensations beginning again as his cock slammed repeatedly into her. "This is what they mean when they say you get nailed." The thought idly crossed Suzy's dazed mind. "They just didn't tell me that they use a jackhammer to do the nailing." She gasped, as the felt the first stirrings of a second orgasm coming, and she just knew that this one, although it was coming a lot faster, was going to be richer and deeper than her first. Then she was swept away into limbo, lost forever in a state of feeling, dimly hearing her ravishers triumphant grunt and feeling his seed flooding deep within her.

Feelings died away, and slowly the world came back into focus again. The two couples separated and started to pay attention. The girls took of their blindfolds and looked at the boys.

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Sandi was the first to speak. "Wow. Mission accomplished, We're no longer virgins. And I guessed Paul. Was I right or wrong?"

Carl laughed. "You were right. Unfortunately, Suzy also guessed Paul, which means that Brian is allowed to spank her. Although that pounding he gave her pussy at the end could almost count for a spanking in its own right."

Brian grinned. "How about we all take a shower, get dressed and break for lunch. We can resume with a new set of games after lunch. The piece de resistance will be a nice spanking for Suzy before the games begin."

Sandi was startled. "But we've all lost our virginity now. You don't have to screw us again."

"Of course we do," said Andy. "It wouldn't be gentlemanly to leave without us trying out each of you and giving you our best shot."

"Each of us? What do you mean by each of us? Are you all intending to have sex with each of us in turn?" asked Michelle, incredulously. "That wasn't really the deal we made. Just losing our virginity should be enough."

"Shut up, Michelle," hissed Suzy. "If they want to be gentlemen and fuck each of us in turn the least we can do is submit like ladies."

"But each of us? That means we each get fucked four times. And that spanking gave Denise an extra orgasm. You saw it. And you're next for a spanking remember, and they're bound to invent reason to spank me and Sandi."

"I can handle a spanking and an extra orgasm if I must," sighed Suzy. "Are you afraid you can't handle any more screwing right now? You can opt out and just watch if you like."

"Opt out? Are you crazy? I can handle what has already happened another three times with pleasure." Michelle giggled. "Actually, with a whole lot of pleasure. I was just worried in case the boys couldn't handle it."

"I wouldn't worry about the boys," said Denice. "They're actually pacing themselves. They each had one good fuck this morning, and they'll make sure they each get another good one this afternoon. Then we'll break for dinner and relax for the evening and I'm sure we'll all sleep well tonight. Tomorrow is another day, with time for a morning fuck and an afternoon fuck. That will give them their four fucks and it will give us our four fucks and hopeful more than 4 orgasms each."

"I'll go along with that," said Sandi, "but we need to see if we can come up with games for tomorrow. The boys are controlling everything today. Tomorrow we get more of a say."

----- end of Part I

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Room Service
byPanCallsYou©

I went up to the third floor of the Starlight motel. I was looking for room 321, where a woman waited to be the object of my unchained lusts. We had never met it person. We both agreed it would be more exciting and realistic if that first round of passion happened between strangers.

We were not complete strangers. We had each taken precautions. She did not want her worst fear to be realized, to become a rape and murder victim discovered in some anonymous motel room I did not want to become a guest of the prison system, and a marked sex offender labeled for life. We had been e-mailing each other for awhile. We had exchanged pictures. We had exchanged forms of ID. We had discussed over the phone our dark desires and our hard limits. We had agreed on safe sex practices. I even sent her a picture of the flogger I intended to use on her.

Sometimes the e-mails got hot and heavy. Sometimes there was heavy breathing and the sounds of orgasm over the phone. Finally, we got up the nerve and set a date for our rendezvous. I arranged for the motel room, I paid for the room, but I arranged for her to check in before me as my wife. That way, I felt pretty well covered for establishing consent.

Here I was at her door. I knocked twice, briskly, as we had agreed.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Room Service" I answered with authority.

The door opened and she stood before me wearing jeans and a silk blouse. I had expected something sexier, something different.

"I didn't order room service" she told me.

"No, you didn't." I answered, pushing her back into the room. She caught a heel and fell to the floor, landing on her butt. " I ordered this room service."

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... She was too stunned to speak. I looked her over. Her picture did not do her justice. Her hair was longer. She looked younger, and perhaps in better shape than I expected. I closed the door and locked it. There was something different, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. She crawled backwards away from me until she bumped up against the bed. She was good. She was very good. I hoped this was working for her because it was turning me on beyond my wildest expectations.

"Shut up, bitch!" I commanded, as I walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair. I pulled her up to her knees, and then up to her feet.

"Let's see what we've got here." I said, ripping open her blouse. She had no bra on.

"No!" she exclaimed, and she raised her hands to me. Like lightning, I grabbed her hair with one hand and slapped her face with the other. That seemed to break her.

"Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want." she whimpered.

"That's better." I replied. "Get those jeans off."

I still held her hair while she slipped her jeans down and stepped out of them. I pulled the silk blouse off her, and held her before me in just her lavender silk panties. She was more exquisite than I had ever imagined, and I savored her smell as I ran my hand across her shoulder and down her breasts. Her nipples, hardening in the open air, twitched under my touch. I grabbed a nipple, applying gentle pressure, slowing letting the pressure increase, until a twinge of pain crossed her face. Up to this point in her ordeal, she kept her eyes down. When I saw that twinge cross her face, I commanded her to look up at me. She complied, and as her eyes met mine, I gave the nipple a sharp squeeze and a twist, causing her to cry out with the sudden pain.

"Make no mistake" I told her, "I will show you no mercy. But if you cooperate, I will do nothing to cause you any permanent harm or to damage that lovely body in any way. Do you understand?"

"Yes" she said, her gazed still locked with mine.

"Good" I replied, and released her nipple. "Time to meet your playmate."

With a hand still in her hair, I pushed her to her knees in front of me.

"Take it out." It was all I had to say. She quickly and deftly undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She looked to me for authority to remove the underwear, and my lust spoke to her. She quickly pulled them off and moved to take my hard cock into her mouth.

"Not yet" I commanded. "Just look at it. Study it. Get to know it"

She did. Her hands came up and rested on my thighs. She stared hard, learning it, listening as it talked to her. Her tongue traced a circle around her lips. Soon, without realizing it, her lips parted. With sudden force, I pulled her face onto my cock, ramming it into her until she gasped. I wove the fingers of both hands into her hair and used her mouth till I was close to cumming. Then I pulled her away.

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continuation ...

"I believe you were enjoying that." I commented. "Let's have a look." I pulled her to her feet and moved her onto the bed. She laid there passively, waiting for what I would do next. Standing at the foot of the bed, surveying her, I had my answer. The crotch of her panties was wet with her dew. I pulled her panties off, not letting on what I knew. She held her legs together, one last attempt at modesty, one last plea for mercy.

"Open" I directed, and she did. "Wider" she did that, too, and she flushed with the humiliation.

"If you are wet, I am going to fuck you for your pleasure. If you are not, I am going to fuck you for my pleasure." Just that statement set off a wave of wetness in her, and I could she the shame burning in her face. Of course she was wet.

I put on a condom, as agreed. She gave me a grateful look, and she kept her legs spread. I climbed onto the bed between her legs. I started at her knees, licking and nibbling my way down the inside of each thigh to the sweetness of her cunt, her slippery, silky cunt. Each time I nipped the flesh with my teeth, she jerked a bit and I could smell her wetness growing. I climbed up to where I could suck and bite and tease her breasts, and I spent hours, weeks maybe years tasting her. Without her realizing, I had my cock centered squarely in her opening. Without warning I plunged as deep and as hard as I could into her. She cried out suddenly in surprise, but her sound mellowed to a moan as I filled her. As quickly as I entered, I left, and I held the head just inside her, inflaming her with small strokes across her clit. She moaned, and her hips stretched for me.

"What?" I asked. "Say it!"

"Fuck me!" she begged. And I did. Long, hard strokes. I set a slow pace, and let it grow and she increased her pace. Finally, her whole body contorted and she arched into me in a wild frenzy of an orgasm. Wave after wave rolled through her until finally she rested, spent, with my hard cock still inside her. Whatever happened to her now didn't matter.

I got up, got her by the hair again, and onto her knees on the bed and I told her to get that ass pointed up in the air for me.

"Like this?" she asked, getting into position. With those words, it didn't matter what position she was in. I had her where I wanted her.

"This is going to hurt" I tell her preparing her. "It will not leave any permanent marks on you, but there may be some bruising." I see her body stiffen.

I begin to stroke her ass gently with my black flogger. Each of the laces is cut from a smooth plastic, but the cutting leaves rough edges that bite. I warm her up and let her get used to the feeling. I can see her ass relax as I get into a rhythm. When I feel her settled in, I let a strong lash fall on her, making her cry out, and then I fall back to the gentle pace. I repeat this pattern. Only it's not a pattern, I toy with her, watching her tense up after the hard lashes, and the waiting for her to let down her guard before hitting her hard again. Unexpectedly, I group six hard strokes together, and I hear her begin to cry. And it makes me so hard. So hard I am ready. I put down the flogger and go to work spanking her ass with my bare hand. Softly, then harder, and harder still. Her ass is glowing, radiating heat, stinging with pain. When I can see the energy throbbing in her bottom, I mount the bed. I reach between her legs and feel the wetness. I pull her juices up and spread them across her ass, working some of her natural lube into her asshole. She realizes what is coming, and I feel her ass tense as my finger works into her. But there is no stopping now. I expect her to be tight, so I have extra lube spread on my condomed cock. She is crying into the pillows, broken, waiting. I reach around each side and grab her breasts, kneading them like bread, squeezing them as though they were water balloons I wanted to pop. I let go and grab her hips. Time for the final assault. I set the head of my cock at the opening to her ass and begin to gently enter her. I know her ass is on fire. I can feel the heat. I know how far to push her. I do not want to destroy her completely with an all out thrust. Slowly I work into her ass. This feels like virgin territory, and I am ready to cum before I am half way in. But I get a grip. I can feel her pain. It feeds me and drives me. But I take my time. She stops crying. It takes all her attention and concentration to open her ass to me. And she opens. Finally, I am making slow, full strokes up her ass.

"Rub yourself" I order.

"What?" she asks, as if talking to me from a far away place.

"Reach under yourself and rub your clit with your finger." I say matter-of-factly. She complies. In fact, she complies with enthusiasm. Her own stimulation and the cock up her ass all blend into a new song with a heavy beat.

I can't hold out, but I let it build until every muscle from my nipples to my knees is ready to explode. I let it go, and she comes along for the ride, and that just magnifies my orgasm as she thrust her beaten ass back onto me with her own orgasm. Time just disappears. I could have been there for weeks for all I know. Finally I come back to the room. Without a word, I get up, get dressed and ready to leave.

"I'll be in touch" I tell her, as I am headed out the door.