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Chapter 3
"Are we going to do another game?" Joyce asked to everyone's surprise. "Melba, hand me the deck of game cards and I'll draw one, OK?"
Melba stretched out to get the deck off the end table and momentarily lost her balance. Her legs spread apart as she struggled to regain control and her shiny black panties were again displayed to those lucky enough to be seated across from her.
Sally caught Jack staring and they swapped sheepish grins. Alan simply groaned and overtly adjusted the crotch of his pants. Joyce drew a card and read aloud.
"Rope Tricks! That sounds interesting. Here goes: Rope Trick Game #1 -- For every female member of the party, run a rope or small string from the living room to another room of the house. Men should not know where any rope leads. Guys put on blindfolds, girls go to the far end of each rope, each in a separate room. Each guy randomly chooses a rope and follows it until he finds the girl at the end. The guy kisses the girl without touching her with his hands. Kissing continues until a timer set for an agreed upon time rings. Girls say nothing. The guys follow their ropes back into the living room. Winners are those guys who can guess correctly who they kissed. Losers must suffer some forfeit agreed to by everyone."
"I'll get the ropes and lay them out," said Sally excitedly. "Four ropes leading to four rooms, coming up."
"I don't know about this, you all," said Joyce. She wore a very worried expression. "Kissing and all... I don't know... Alan?"
"Oh, Joyce, get with the program," muttered Alan. "What's a little kissing hurt? Don't be such a spoilsport."
"Okay, honey, if you say so," said Joyce. She quickly reached for an already smoking reefer in an ashtray and took a deep drag.
The four men were donning scarves for blindfolds when Jack asked, "What are the losers' forfeits?"
There was murmuring among the women momentarily, and then Anne's eyes lit up. "I say that losers have to lose their pants. We might as well make this game doubly interesting, right girls?"
Melba and Sally began to clap and cheer. Joyce grew quiet and again studied her shoes. The men protested at first, but the marijuana had freed inhibitions. Finally the men relented and each took an end of a rope.
"Okay, we're all in place. Go for it," shouted Sally from one of their bedrooms.
The men began to stumble their way along the ropes. Each woman sat alone in a separate room tightly holding the other end of her rope and wondering who would come through the door.
"Remember the rules everyone," shouted Sally. "No giving away your identity."
Anne sat in the nearby dining room, so her man was the first to arrive. Through the doorway, crept Jack inching his way along. When he arrived at the end of his rope, Anne stood and gently pulled his chin down to her waiting lips. He knew instantly, given the distance he had to stoop, that he must be kissing the diminutive Anne. He had fantasized about this moment often. He settled in and felt her soft mouth while he enjoyed mental images of Anne and her curvaceous body. Jack's cock responded accordingly. The kiss affected Anne as well by sending sparks of sexual energy through her.
In the bedroom next door a similar scene was unfolding between Bart and his female destination. Bart stooped over, puckered up, and felt tender lips press against his. Suddenly a tongue slipped its way into his mouth and flicked against his lips. Bart's cock quickly began to rise. The passion with which Bart's mystery woman delivered her kiss grew with each passing second.
Bart was savoring the extraordinary kiss when, without warning, he felt a hand touch his crotch. His body went on high alert and his massive cock began to unwind in his pants. The hand fondled his cock while the kissing continued. Bart's lover was seated so he couldn't use height for identification. Nonetheless, he guessed that only his wife, Anne, would be bold enough to fondle his cock. A bit of disappointment swept through him for being unlucky enough to draw his own wife in this game.
Has to be Anne, he thought erroneously.
Down the hallway, Sally watched Alan stumble through her doorway. She giggled at the thought that he might fall down before he ever reached her. She finally maneuvered around in front of him trying her best to hit a moving target. Ultimately, she took his face in her hands and kissed him innocently. Oblivious to the rules, Alan suddenly grasped her in a bear hug and began kissing her ferociously. He ground his crotch into her with abandon. Sally could feel his stiff cock pressing into her. She all at once felt like a teenager in the backseat of a car on her first date.
Lastly, Joyce sat on a king-sized bed nervously waiting. Her mind was spinning from the pot and from the idea of being kissed again by a strange man. Her feelings vacillated between excitement and guilt. She still could almost feel Bart's lips and cock pressing against her. Fantasies of secret, illicit kisses sent chills through her, but then she felt guilty for enjoying the thoughts so much. Soon, unwanted images of young men with giant cocks began to fill her head. She tried to force herself into reason, but the images only grew stronger. She could almost see the blue-eyed calendar man, cock dangling between his legs, moving toward her.
Maybe I will have drawn Alan, she thought. I'll just be kissing my own husband. Then maybe we can stop all this silliness and simply go home. Yes, that's what we will do. We'll go home and all of this embarrassment will be over.
Before she could make a final decision, she heard rustling at the door and looked up to see David working his way into the room. He reached the end of the rope, stopped, and pursed his lips waiting for whoever was there to respond.
Joyce almost screamed inside. Oh my god, I haven't kissed anyone except Alan in twenty years and now I'm about to kiss my second stranger of the night. He's a black man... my god, I never thought I would kiss a black man. I can't do this. She studied David's waiting lips and her resolve faltered. It's just a silly game... a silly game... one kiss and I take Alan home... he's drunk as can be now anyhow. That will be my excuse. One kiss and we are out of here.
She touched her lips to David's and, instead of revulsion, she found the feeling extraordinary. As soon as their lips touched, David began to move his lips in ways Alan had never done. Chill-bumps instantly broke out all over Joyce. The pot and the kiss combined to make her almost swoon again. Mental pictures of the black man in the calendar with his long, dark cock rushed through her mind.
Suddenly, her knees began to shake and she expected to fall down any moment. She knew David must have felt her trembling. She wanted desperately to feel his cock, to see if it was like the one in the photo, to touch it... even... taste it. All of a sudden Joyce needed to run away, but she could not force herself to do so. No one had ever kissed her in such a wonderful way. Her pussy began to almost pulsate.
The bell, an egg timer left in the hallway, interrupted everyone's revelry. Slowly, the men disengaged and made their way back along the rope paths. The women, giggling loudly with each other, returned to the living room and sat in a row on the couch. They tittered and watched the men take off their blindfolds. A bit of tenting in the front of several pairs of pants was relatively obvious to all four women. This realization brought on more elbow nudges, pointing, and snickering. Joyce, instead, sat in silent reflection.
"OK, here's paper and pen... write down who you think you kissed," ordered Sally. "We don't want to give any advantage through some process of elimination."
The men did as they were told and, when Sally gave the signal, each held up a page on which a name was written. Gasps and laughter followed immediately.
"I guess Anne," said Jack confidently.
"Correct," answered Anne.
Bart's head jerked in her direction.
"What? I know I kissed you, baby... didn't I? I mean I was sure of it?" Bart was bewildered.
"Nope," said Anne, "I was with Jack. Not a bad kisser either... you're a lucky girl, Sally."
Sally beamed.
"By the way, when you give the wrong answer, we don't have to tell you who it really was," said Sally hastily making up the rules.
Melba grinned broadly as Bart frantically looked from face to face.
Alan was the next in line. On his sign was something scrawled with illegible handwriting that could only belong to a doctor.
"I did Sally... I mean I didn't do her... I swear Jack, I didn't," laughed Alan. "Just kissed her... right, Sally?"
"That's correct," she answered. "Pretty good kissing, Alan. Thanks." Sally rolled her eyes in the others' directions as she spoke. Alan was none the wiser as everyone laughed at his expense.
Bart looked at both Joyce and Melba seeking some sort of overt sign that would help solve his little mystery.
"Well, I don't know who I was kissing," said David, "but, she was one mighty fine kisser. Sorry, Melba, my sweet, but she was as good as you... but I know that she wasn't you. She was a major turn on though."
"I'm jealous," pouted Melba.
Joyce's face turned scarlet. The thought of "turning on" another man sent secret signals straight to her pussy. Her hands started to tremble again.
"But, alas, I guessed Sally... obviously the wrong answer," said David holding up his paper and staring at Joyce.
"Baaaaamp! Survey says, incorrect, David," laughed Sally. "Let's review, ladies and gentlemen, two winners, Jack and Alan... and... two losers, Bart and David, each of whom will now be removing their pants, as specified in the rules!"
Cheers rose up from the female contingent.
Melba? That vixen, thought Bart. He tried to catch her eye.
Melba demurred and looked away.
Holy shit, thought Bart, Melba felt my dick. The foxiest woman here actually felt my dick... on purpose!
"Take it off, take it off, take it off," the women began to chant.
"Shit," uttered David.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down to the accompaniment of growing cheers from the group. Bart also opened his fly and then suddenly panicked. He had a pretty firm erection and realized that it would show even with his underwear in place. He could not look anyone in the eye as he pulled down his pants and quickly sat down.
"Oh my god," said Joyce at the first sight of Bart's large cock bulging out in the cup of his briefs.
Bart covered his crotch with his shirttail, but, not before all the women in the room had gotten an eyefull. Knowing glances were exchanged among all the women while Bart sat in embarrassed agony.
"I believe we have an answer to the Sally's earlier question," laughed Jack. "Moving right along... we are ready for Rope Trick #2?" Jack rubbed his hands together. "I can't wait."
Sally produced the card from before and read the second entry.
"Men change the rope layout so no one will know where each rope leads. Women wear the blindfolds this time. Men wait at the other end of the ropes. Women follow the ropes until they find the men's asses waiting at the other ends; bare asses are optional. Women must feel the asses for at least one minute, then return to the start, and guess the owners. The same forfeits, or close equivalents, should apply to the losers."
"I'm not taking off my pants if I lose," declared Sally.
"Yeah, and the rest of us have on skirts," said Anne.
"Fairness, ladies, fairness!" cried David. "I say Sally goes and puts on a skirt. Then female losers have to... wait I have it... slip off their panties from under their skirts and show them to us!"
Bedlam broke out instantly. After great discussion and an agonizing moment of argument over what to do about Joyce's pantyhose, the agreement was struck that losing women would have to discretely remove their panties and display them for the men. Joyce would be allowed, if she lost, to remove her pantyhose in privacy before producing her panties. In return, the men agreed to present naked backsides for the women to feel.
The women dutifully applied their blindfolds and carefully made their way to the respective rooms. The effects of the pot were becoming apparent in everyone now. Alan was so drunk and high that he barely could find his way to his assigned bedroom.
When Melba reached the end of her rope, no ass was attached. She waited patiently until she heard telltale snores in the room. Secretly, she lifted the blindfold from one eye and, to her surprise, Alan lay in a sort of fetal pose on the soft bed. He had passed out completely. Melba gently pulled a quilt over Alan's sleeping form and quietly walked back to the living room stifling her laughter all the way.
As she passed by the open door of an adjacent bedroom, she saw Jack in bed on hands and knees with his very fair ass raised in the air. Sally was kneading it vigorously. Melba's eyes were drawn, however, to Jack's cock and balls dangling between his muscular legs.
Not bad, thought Melba. The girls are right. Jack would be fun to play with.
In another room, Joyce also felt her hands being directed to soft buttocks. It wasn't so much the actual touching of a man's backside that excited her. It was the thought of touching someone other than her husband's private parts that thrilled her. At first, she dismissed the notion as silly, but the more she caressed the soft flesh, the more she wanted to feel. She fondled in larger circles until her hand brushed against a soft scrotum between the man's legs. Bart let out a soft moan and Joyce's mind went into sexual orbit.
I believe dear Joyce really likes this, thought Bart. The woman must want it badly. He moved his bare bottom around hoping to allow her another touch, but suddenly the bell sounded and she quickly disappeared.
Back in the living room, Melba explained Alan's absence. The group agreed that likely Melba would have guessed Alan's ass anyway, so she didn't have to suffer a penalty. All three of the other women, however, guessed incorrectly.
Anne and Sally, under the watchful eyes of the three remaining men, probed under their skirts and pulled their panties to their ankles, each revealing a momentary flash of what the skirt covered. Joyce, in the meantime, went into the bedroom, kissed sleeping Alan, and removed her pantyhose. She tucked the pantyhose into Alan's pocket and then removed her panties. She sheepishly returned to the living room and added her rather plain panties to the collection arrayed on the coffee table. The feeling of wearing no panties in public, especially when the public knew of her condition, was astounding to Joyce. Her pulse rate increased and tingles of excitement moved all over her body.
David collected all the panties and brought each, in turn, to his nose.
"Oooo, gross," groaned Sally.
"Not so," argued David. " Essence of womanhood... my favorite perfume!"
Joyce wenched slightly as she watched David hold her panties in front of him. He winked at Joyce and inhaled their essence deeply. Joyce turned crimson.
"Since Alan is out of it, I guess I had better get him home," said Joyce.
"No, don't go, Joyce," argued Sally. "Please stay. We are going to try a new game now. Stay and play with us. Please." Sally failed to mention that this time she intended to try out the blue stack.
Every sinew in Joyce's body screamed, "go home!" But, something deep within her quietly urged, "stay." Finally, after much deliberation and an additional toke on a reefer, Joyce said, "Alright, one more little game."
Chapter 4
Sexual tension hung heavy in the air after all the kissing and fondling. Melba had settled into David's lap on the couch in an effort to protect his modesty a bit. Her long dark legs seemed to dominate the whole room. Bart, on the other, hand appeared oblivious to the fact that his cock-filled underwear peeked regularly from under his shirttail. Joyce, in particular, took note as Bart helped Sally bring in fresh drinks and a large tray of snacks to stave off the munchies. Joyce felt so naughty sitting there with no panties. When she shifted in her seat, exquisite sparks of excitement seemed to attack her moist pussy.
As the rest of the group began to sample the snacks, Jack thumbed through the small blue deck of game cards.
"Hey, you are looking. That's no fair," said Anne.
"I was just scanning the titles on the cards. Here's one that sounds interesting."
A rush of adrenaline flowed over Joyce in anticipation of the next game.
"The game is called Show Your Ass."
"Oh, my," moaned Joyce.
"So, shall we try this or call it a night? I want us all still to be friends tomorrow." Sally looked at each person in turn. "Someone needs to say when enough is enough."
"This is pretty innocent... listen," interrupted Jack. "Needed for the game -- ten or twelve clothespins. You know, they are those little things you use to hang out clothes to dry."
"We all know about clothespins, Jack," said Sally in exasperation.
"Do we have any?" asked Jack.
"Shows how much Jack does the wash... never, right, Sally?" laughed Melba.
"Honey, we have clothespins. Go on," said Sally with a wink.
Jack proceeded. "Two people, one male, one female, are blindfolded. Others serve as 'pin placers'. Pin placers attach five or six clothespins to each blindfolded person's clothing, anywhere the pin placer chooses. The other person must seek to find and remove the clothespins (in any way possible) without using hands. If, after a time limit of the group's choice, the person does not find all the clothespins, that person should 'show their ass' or some similar forfeit. Or, you may time all the players and the one with the slowest time loses and shows some ass."
"Sounds simple enough," said Anne.
"I must hasten to note that some of us, namely Bart and I, have -- shall we say -- limited places to attach the pins due to our missing pants. I say we put them back on," argued David.
"No way, José," said Sally. "Lost clothes stay lost."
"Okay, then, hardball it is... all right, anyone who doesn't find all the pins loses clothes... right here in front of everyone. How's that grab you, Mrs. Richmond?"
"I'm game, if you are, Mr. Dow!" retorted Sally.
"Oh, mercy," whispered Joyce.
"We should draw numbers to see who goes first and who goes with whom," said Anne. "And, since we have one odd, so to speak, female, she gets to be the pin placer."
Anne struggled with concentrating long enough to write three pairs of numbers on scraps of paper, along with one blank piece. She shook them in each of her hands and distributed them to everyone by gender.
"Who has the one's?" she asked.
David and Anne raised their hands.
"I got the blank, so I'm the pin person," said Sally.
She quickly supplied the blindfolds and stood Anne and David facing each other. Sally sized David up and began to distribute the pins on his clothing. She clipped three in random places on his shoulders and chest. Then she gingerly attached one directly to the fly of his whitie-tighties. David flinched as she did so. She pondered for a moment and attached the fifth to the leg opening near one buttock. The last pin she placed near the toe of one sock.
The sensation of the pin being attached to his crotch made David's cock begin to swell. He tried to think of other things in order to keep it from becoming a major issue. But, since he already was horny from all the kissing games, his cock had a mind of its own.
Sally began to pin Anne. She immediately put pins on the tips of each breast and distributed the rest around various parts of Anne's clothing. As an afterthought, she nestled the last pin into Anne's amply exposed cleavage and attached it to the center of her bra.
"Oh, my," said Anne. "Help, Bart!"
Bart laughed, but offered no support.
"David first... hands behind the back... timer ready... go," shouted Sally.
David moved toward Anne and immediately encountered one of the pins on Anne's breast. He leaned forward and sought to relocate it with his mouth. Inadvertently, he put his mouth on the exposed fullness of one of Anne's mounds that protruded over the top of her neckline. Hoots and cheers erupted from the observers. David nibbled his way down until he found a breast pin. Anne squealed with every touch of his lips.
An evil strategy suddenly hatched in David's mind and he began to nuzzle various places all over Anne's body. He realized that this was his golden opportunity to explore every part of Anne's body with permission. Anne felt his hot breath move across her shoulders, down her arms, and around her back. Everywhere he touched sent chills through her body. Along the way, David found a few pins and discarded them with his teeth.
Next he worked his way down Anne's back to her round ass. Again the chills went charging through her. He finally found the pin on the back hem of her dress. His lips touched just behind one of her knees as he attempted to remove the pin. Fire surged from that erogenous spot straight into Anne's tingling pussy.
Two pins were left. David moved around to the front and started up Anne's legs. Her knees almost buckled as he moved closer and closer to her crotch. David was thoroughly enjoying his journey. When he passed directly over her pussy, Anne felt faint. A scream kept trying to emerge from her throat, but she fought it back. Finally, David passed her waist and zeroed in on the pin between her breasts. In order to free the pin, he had to plunge his nose directly between her voluptuous breasts. David felt his cock become engorged with blood. He wondered if it was visible to all. As he spat out the cleavage pin, his shoulder brushed the last remaining target and he quickly disposed of it to the cheers of all gathered.
"Holy shit," gasped Anne. "That was truly amazing."
"I think she liked it," said Bart in a loud stage whisper.
"Well done, David, now it is Anne's turn to search. Oops, one of your pins fell off in the struggle, David," said Sally.
She retrieved the errant clothespin and, with a hearty laugh, attached it to David's underwear directly between his butt cheeks.
"That's not fair," shouted David.
"Anne, ready, set, go!"
Before David could protest any further, he felt Anne rubbing her body against his. Rubbing as high as possible, she quickly dispatched the pins here and there, then nuzzled her way into a third one.
"I have a feeling about where the others are," said Anne with a groan.
She moved down David's front. The lower she moved, the harder David's cock became. When Anne arrived at where she estimated his crotch to be, she encountered a stiff erection pressing outward. She recoiled backwards and the pin on the tip of his crotch luckily scraped against her nose. She gamely went back after the pin, nuzzling David's stiff prick several more times before she located it.
By now, their audience was in gales of laughter and cheered each time David's cock twitched upward. Anne moved around David and found the pin on his shoulder blade. David knew that now all the other women in the room could easily see his obvious erection. He clinched his teeth and tried to hold on.
"You wouldn't have put one on his foot, would you?" asked Anne. "You are not going to make me go that low."
"Maybe yes, maybe no," laughed Sally.
Anne dropped to her knees and tried to find David's feet. In this position her ass thrust up in the air and her short skirt rode up the back of her legs. Across the room, Jack was in perfect position to see as Anne's skirt crept higher and higher. He knew that underneath there were no panties to block his view. His eyes widened, as did Joyce's. She was having a difficult time believing any of this was happening.
Just before fully exposing her ass, Anne found the sock pin and quickly removed it. She moved back up David's legs searching for the last pin. Again, she moved her face all around David's body trying in vain to avoid contact with his cock, but she could not find the last pin. Finally, she gave up.
"Okay, I give. Where is it?" said Anne as she removed her blindfold. She gasped as she saw David reach for his asshole and remove the last pin.
"Not fair, I would never... well, let's just say, I'm not surprised that I didn't put my nose in there and find that one," said Anne.
"Me either," said David. He sat back on the couch and held his scarf blindfold over his aching cock.
"We had better do the other two couples at the same time," suggested Sally. "Otherwise, there are a finite number of places to hide the pins and the last couple would have an advantage. Who goes with whom?"
"I'm number two," said Bart.
"Me too," said Melba just a bit too eagerly for Anne's taste.
"I'm three," said Jack, "so Joyce must be my partner."
Joyce was staring into space.
"Joyce obviously is a little 'out there' right now," laughed Jack. "Oh, Joyce, it's our turn to play."
"Okay," mumbled Joyce. "Okay with me. What do we do? Oh, yeah, find the pins. Okay... okay."
Four blindfolds went into place and Sally began to distribute the clothespins.
Bart and Jack are going to love me for this, thought Sally. An evil grin came over her face.
"Oooo," shouted Melba as she felt a hand slip under her short skirt and attach a pin to the leg opening of her tight panties. "You are a naughty bitch!" she scolded.
Sally made a similar attachment to Joyce by hooking the pin to the inside of Joyce's skirt inches from her naked crotch. Joyce was fumbling with her blindfold and hardly felt Sally put that pin in place. Sally continued her evil by placing a pin inside Jack's pants pocket.
Sally stood for a moment and stared at Bart's crotch. From this close, she could see every bulge and contour. She reached out and retracted her hand several times, and then finally steeling her courage, she attached a final pin to the underside of Bart's balls.
Anne nodded enthusiastic permission from across the room.
"Okay, Bart and Jack go for it," commanded Sally.
Bart immediately moved forward and pressed his face into Melba's small, firm breasts. He felt her moan and tremble slightly as he did so. This fueled his reserve to cover every inch of her body with his face.
Jack did the same thing to Joyce who screamed each time as if she had been touched by a hot poker.
"You okay, Joyce?" whispered Jack.
"I'm... ah... fine," she said. "You just startled me a little." Joyce leaned toward where she thought Jack's ear was located and whispered softly, "She put one clothespin in front under my dress where you would never find it."
"Thanks," said Jack.
He immediately felt his way down Joyce's front. As he passed the point where the pin was clipped inside, he felt the crease in the front of Joyce's dress.
Oh my god, it is way under there, he thought.
"Joyce, I just felt the one under your skirt... it is way up under there... do I have permission to go and get it?" he asked.
Sally, David, and Anne clutched their mouths to keep from bursting into tearful laughter.
"Do you have your blindfold on?" asked Joyce.
"Yes," said Jack.
"Then I guess you won't see anything, so go ahead," said Joyce.
Jack moved his head downward until he reached the hem of Joyce's dress. He ducked his head under and moved upward awkwardly. He could feel the pin touching the top of his head. Joyce's legs were directly in front of his face. It was then that he realized that the wonderful aroma reaching his nostrils came from Joyce's moist pussy. The sweet odor of sex went straight from his nose to his cock.
"Sorry, Joyce." Jack's apology didn't really resonate.
"That's... oh... okay," shuttered Joyce.
Joyce tried to act nonchalantly, but instead she was hypersensitive to his every touch. She could feel his breath on her thighs. Her panty-less pussy was inches away.
"Hang on while I get turned around," said Jack.
Again peals of laughter filled the room as the observers watched Jack awkwardly trying to move around with his head up Joyce's dress. Jack could not let the opportunity pass.
He feigned turning around and instead brought his nose upward toward Joyce's now dripping pussy. When he felt pubic hair against the bridge of his nose, Jack nuzzled and quickly turned around. Joyce let out a little yelp. Jack at once found the pin.
"Got it," he said triumphantly as he sought to emerge from under Joyce's skirt. As he did so, he inadvertently raised Joyce's skirt enough for everyone to get a quick glimpse of her hairy crotch.
"Hello beautiful," wheezed David.
By this point, Bart had found almost all of the pins on Melba, except the one hooked to her panties and another craftily hidden under one of her arms. He also had enjoyed pressing his face against most all of her body. Melba was panting and trembling by the time Bart had toured her lean physique with his nose and mouth. Suddenly, he passed over the panty pin and felt it under her clothing.
Without asking permission, Bart pushed his head under her tiny skirt and moved his nose upward toward his target. His lips grazed along Melba's thighs until he reached the pin. He took in the pungent scent of womanhood just as Jack had done. Then he exhaled hot breath directly onto Melba's panty-covered mound. Melba cringed with excitement.
Bart struggled to grasp the panty pin in his teeth. With each bite, he rubbed against Melba's sensitive pussy. And, with each touch, Melba moaned. Anne finally realized what was happening. She looked with horror at David as if to confirm her suspicion and find someone else who might also object. Instead, she noted that David's cock was fully erect and pressing outward against his skimpy underwear. He had no idea that Anne was looking at him. Instead, he stared lustfully while another man pressed his face against his wife's pussy.
Anne's would-be rage changed quickly to lust. She had a maddening urge to grab David's cock, if for no other reason than to meet out a sort of vengeful punishment for Bart.
If he is enjoying Melba's pussy so much then I ought to be able to do the same with David's dick, Anne reasoned to herself.
Finally, Bart loosened the pin and extracted his head somewhat reluctantly from under Melba's skirt.
"One more pin, Bart," said Sally. "Jack's already done, so you have to make it quick or give up."
Bart began to run his face all over Melba's body again. Melba did not help in the search, however. She kept her arm tightly covering the pin underneath. Finally, Bart gave up.
"One winner, that's Jack," reported Sally, "and, one lo-o-o-o-ser! Sorry, Bart. Ladies, Jack found all his pins in record time. This puts big time pressure on the girls. Best wishes, ladies... ready, set, go."
Melba was intent on returning every discomfort that Bart had dished out, whether or not she found any pins. She began to rub her face all over his muscular body. Whenever she encountered bare skin, she continued the search with her long tongue extended just for good measure. Bart's cock began to struggle against his tight underwear.
Joyce, on the other hand, stood motionless.
"Joyce, you have to search for the pins on me now," whispered Jack.
"Oh, okay," said Joyce. She moved her face to Jack's, then to his ear, and whispered, "I helped you. Is there one someplace hard?"
Jack almost laughed aloud at Joyce's unintended joke.
"In my pant's pocket," he whispered.
Joyce dropped to her knees and pressed her face directly into Jack's crotch. Jack gasped. She slowly located the pin in his pocket and began trying to force it out by pressing her nose on the outside. Slowly the pin inched upward. As she maneuvered, the side of her face pressed repeatedly against Jack's already erect cock. It was not until she had made several attempts that Joyce came to realize what she was touching. The pot had removed all guilt by this time, and she now more than anything wanted to rub against the hardening cock. This was a man's actual cock -- a strange man's cock -- a cock other than her husband's. She wanted to feel it, touch it. She almost forgot why she was rubbing against Jack in the first place. Slowly, the clothespin eased upward, out of Jack's pocket, and clattered to the floor. By that time, Jack was almost ready to cum in his pants.
Melba reasoned correctly that Sally had placed a pin on Bart's balls. She purposely nuzzled into Bart's crotch until she felt his massive cock straighten inside his underwear. She moved her head under the cover of his long shirt and discovered that the tip of Bart's cock had poked over the waistband of his briefs. From her unobservable position under his shirt, Melba darted out her tongue and licked the tip of Bart's cock. Just as quickly, she moved back down tracing the length of his cloth-covered shaft with her tongue until under his balls she made contact with the pin. Bart groaned audibly as she removed the clothespin with her teeth and stood up triumphantly. Melba peeled off her blindfold still holding the pin in her teeth.
"You missed one on his shirt collar, Melba... too late now," said Sally.
"Shit," said Melba.
All eyes turned toward Joyce who by now was hopelessly lost. Pins protruded here and there, but she could not find any of them.
"Times up, Joyce," said Sally.
"Awhhh," said a disappointed Joyce. She was enjoying Jack's closeness very much and could have cared less about clothespins.
Pot-induced giggles began emerging from all the players and soon everyone was laughing until tears came. Finally, David composed himself enough to speak.
"Jack and I win!" he said. "All the women lost, as did Bart, so take off your clothes, ladies," he demanded. "You too, Bart. I notice, by the way, that you don't have very much more to lose, big guy. Ha-ha."
"I think the name of the game was 'show your ass', so that should be sufficient instead of disrobing," said Melba.
"Wait," said Joyce. "Oh, my god, did you forget? We don't have on any... ah... you know... any underwear... oh shit... we're in trouble."
"All the better," said David. "Anne and Joyce, you have to show us your asses... bare asses... and Bart and Melba have to take off some article of clothing. That would be fair, I believe."
Cheers rose up, mainly from Jack, Sally, and David.
"But all I have on is this little dress," argued Melba.
David replied, "And your point is...?"
Bart and Jack looked at each other knowingly while David negotiated a striptease from his own wife.
"Okay, get in a line and show your stuff," said David.
"What about Sally?" shrieked Anne. "No fair... she didn't risk anything... and she put those pins in some pretty bad places. I think she should have to show her ass too, just as payback for being really mean."
"We agree," shouted Jack and Bart almost simultaneously. "Sally, join the line-up and show us your ass... unless, of course, you would like to show us something else."
"Oh, yeah," said Sally. "Like what? Maybe this?"
With that she, to everyone's shock, hiked up the front of her skirt exposing her radiant pussy to everyone. Her pubic hair seemed to glow in the soft living room lights. More revealing was the fact that Sally was one of those women whose legs didn't quite touch at the top. Hair-covered labia with inner lips protruding in plain sight seemed to dangle in the space between her legs.
"Holy shit... yes!" shouted Bart. "I like that... a lot!" "Yes!" shouted David. "More... we want more! More!"
Sally eased her skirt back into place. A beaming smile graced her face.
"Okay, Ladies... specifically Anne and Joyce... asses, por favor?" said David.
Together Anne and Joyce looked at one another, turned, and each wiggled their dress up to their waists. Two naked asses mooned the room. Both were round and soft with tiny sphincters winking in each crack. Both women began to laugh aloud. Round asses jiggled as they did so.
"Fantastic!" cried Bart.
"Melba," said David, "your turn."
Melba shrugged and lifted her clingy dress completely over her head. Low-cut, black satin panties clung to her slim hips and a matching, black "Wonder Bra" forced her small breasts into a bold bit of cleavage. Melba struck a model's pose with hands extended over her head, as eyes popped and jaws dropped all over the room.
"Seen enough, boys?" Melba said.
"No," said Bart.
"Me either," answered Melba. "Bart, I believe you lost too. You owe us those underwear."
Bart retorted, "How about the shirt instead?"
"Are you kidding?" said Sally. "I showed mine, so let's see yours, big boy!"
"God, this is embarrassing," said Bart.
"Yeah, right!" said Anne sarcastically.
Bart stood next to Joyce and faced the rest of those gathered. He leaned forward and shoved his underwear down to his knees. In that position, his shirttail covered his crotch. Bart slowly raised up to reveal his prodigious, semi-erect cock. Joyce gasped out loud at the sight and size of it.
To Joyce, Bart's cock was just like those in the calendar. It wasn't trick photography. It was real and inches away from her. All the fantasies and thoughts that she had had while looking at those amazing pictures flooded back into her mind. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and see if the thing was real. Just then, Bart's cock gave a little jerk. Joyce was mesmerized.
"My, my, that's a fine specimen," sighed Melba. Everyone else sat in disbelief.
"Hands off," Anne finally whispered.
Melba winked and collected her dress. Bart took a seat and Anne quickly sat in his lap. His hard cock pressed against her backside. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I am so horny. I need for you to take me home and fuck me now."
Bart took the cue. "Time for us old people to go home. But, I must say this has been the most revealing night of my life. Thanks go to Sally and Jack for some great fun. And, by the way, I will respect all of you in the morning. We won't remember half of this anyway."
The assembly began to collect discarded clothing. Strangely, the process of dressing was somehow more embarrassing than undressing. Everyone seemed to need a corner in which to replace his or her clothes. Joyce opted to simply place her discarded panties in her purse. After doing so, reality struck her.
"Oh god, how will I get Alan home?" she lamented. "He is out like a light."
"I'll help you," said both Jack and Bart simultaneously. Anne frowned. Bart saw the displeasure on Anne's face.
"It won't take long at all," said Bart. "They live only a few blocks from here. It will take two of us to get Alan in and out of the car."
"Thanks, guys," said Joyce. "I appreciate the help." Joyce's head still spun from all the evening's excitements.
In single file, Bart, Jack, and Joyce headed for the bedroom to retrieve the slumbering Alan. Moments later they came back with Alan braced and mumbling between them.
"Drive carefully, Jack," warned Sally.
The small band of party animals dragged Alan out into the night. As they moved toward the car, Alan began to sing.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 3
