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Chapter 10

"How's John now?" Anne asked Silke as the German girl walked into her bedroom as she came out of the adjoining bathroom.

"He's very perky. I'm not sure whether he's just looking forward to this evening's special show, or if he thinks we'll finally set him free to join in."

"Not quite yet," Anne replied firmly. "He's still got a thing or two to learn."

Silke laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"I love playing teacher!"

"So do I," Anne agreed. "Dry the back of my hair, will you?"

"One special blow-job coming up," giggled Silke. Soon Anne's long dark hair was dry. She pinned it up and dropped the towel that had been wrapped around her. Quite matter-of-factly Silke said: "You really do have a beautiful body."

"Thank you," Anne said, accepting her compliment with mock seriousness. "Now I must make sure it's packaged as prettily as can be."

Anne put on the white garter-belt trimmed with pink bows that she'd picked up at Eve's Garden. Then she selected a pair of light-tan nylons and made a little show of putting them on.

"Are you going to wear that new lace-up bodice?" Silke asked.

"You betcha," Anne replied. Then, holding up her finger as if making an important announcement, she went on: "But first we have a special item I selected from that shop."

She held up the mind-boggling panties for Silke's inspection.

"Bill's going to cream in his trousers when he sees those on you."

"Darling Bill is going to shoot his load where I want him to… and when I want him to."

Anne put on the panties and adjusted them. Next came a light wrap-around skirt and then she slipped on the bodice.

"Give me a hand with this," she asked Silke.

Silke reached out and cupped one of her breasts while with her other hand she slowly traced a ring around the nipple.

"Like this?"

Anne shut her eyes and enjoyed the gentle touch of Silke's knowledgeable fingers.

"You did say you wanted a hand," she whispered in her friend's ear.

"Not that kind of hand, you adorable idiot. If you keep that up, well never be ready for the boys."

Silke helped Anne adjust the lace-up front so that although it was apparent she wasn't wearing any bra, the bodice just managed to retain her straining breasts.

"That should give them an eyeful and perk up their interest."

"Two eyefuls, to be precise," said Silke gaily. "And it won't be their interests which get perked but those delicious cocks."

"Mmm," Anne smacked her lips and stepped back. Slice raised the front of her very short skirt.

"And how do I look?"

Silke was wearing black nylon pantyhose that were stockings and belt all in one and a pair of the skimpiest black silk panties. The boys would notice she had on the matching bra under her almost see-through peasant blouse.

"You're a treat, Silke," Anne told her. "In fact, you look good enough to eat."

Anne ran her tongue over her lips.

"Now who's getting us sidetracked?" asked Silke.

"Come on, let's go downstairs."

Even as they reached the hallway, they could hear the roar of Bill's car as it turned the corner into their street.

"They sound really eager!" commented Silke. "I'll go on down. You meet them at the door."

Silke slipped on Neil Diamond's "Longfellow Serenade" album and started pouring out the vodka. Bill came down the stairs two at a time, with Greg right behind him and Anne bringing up the rear. She turned and kissed Bill warmly on the the cheek.

"Bill… Greg… well, we've got some celebrating to do tonight: the end of another semester!"

"I'm going to get laid-back drunk tonight," Bill said.

"I wouldn't mind just getting laid again," said Greg, grinning knowingly at Slice.

"O.K.," Anne told them all. "Let's settle back comfortably and drink a toast to the end of term. Bill, here's a vodka and orange. Greg, you like vodka and tonic, don't you? What do you fancy, Silke?"

"Anything that's handy," replied Silke. "You know me, Anne, so long as it's a good long stiff one!"

Greg could barely suppress his expectant chuckles. He'd been bursting to tell Bill all the details of his session with Anne and Silke, but managed to resist the temptation in case it changed his luck. Anne handed Silke a vodka and orange too.

Bill raised his glass. "Here's to the back end of yet another term, and I never want to see it again!"

"Cheers."

"I couldn't have put it better myself?

"Bottoms up!" Silke said in a mock British accent.

They all drained that first drink pretty quickly.

Bill got up and poured out another round.

"Just for this special occasion," announced Greg, as he withdrew a very fat joint from his, shirt pocket and waved it around with a flourish. "Hand-picked from the best crop in Acapulco."

"Great," said Silke.

"There's some matches over there," Anne quickly chipped in, pointing to the shelves against the far wall. Greg sauntered over and picked up one of the matchbooks lying in the heavy alabaster ashtray. He was just about to return to his seat when he spotted the games lying on the shelf beneath the record-player. Anne winked at Silke; this was working like a charm.

"Hello, what's all this?" he asked.

"Oh, they're nothing. Just some of the games that Anne's brother left down here," said Silke.

"Hey, Bill… come and look at this little collection."

Bill walked over and squatted down by Greg.

"Jesus, I never win at Othello. And I'm not much better at Scrabble," groaned Bill.

"Yeah, but look at this," said Greg as he dragged out the box labeled "For Daring Couples Only."

"Boy, I wouldn't care whether I won or lost at this!"

"What is it?" Silke asked with feigned surprise.

Greg held up the box which showed two couples in various states of undress lounging around the game board in front of a roaring winter's fire.

"The greatest party warmer ever," Greg read from the top of the box. "This sounds as if it was specially nude for tonight."

It was specially placed there for tonight, thought Anne. "So that's what Larry played at down here," she said. "Bring it over… let's all see it."

Greg carried it back like a prize trophy.

"Use your five senses to really get to know your friends," he read. "For sizzling party action, nothing can beat this game."

"Are you game?" Bill asked Anne. He sounded as if he would have been crushed g she'd denied him.

"Sure," she shrugged. "What the hell… it's a celebration, isn't it?"

A broad smile cracked open on his face.

"Come on, Greg. Lay it out on the table so we can all see it."

He removed the lid of the box and took out the board and laid it on the coffee table. It was something like a Monopoly board only the "rent" you won was much more interesting. He handed them each a colored marker and put the dice in the middle of the board. The idea was that as you went around you had to obey the instruction on any square you happened to land on. Some of the squares were labeled "Take a Chance!" and others "Just Your Luck!" with different piles of cards corresponding to each of them.

"Here, Bill, you and I swap places," Anne said, "then we'll alternate boy-girl around the board."

Anne joined Greg on the couch underneath the mirror. Bill took her place in the armchair, which he pulled closer to the table. And Silke sat on a pile of large cushions on the other side of the table. She bent one knee up so that the boys could get a flash of smooth thigh anytime they looked at her. And neither of them were looking at Anne right then.

"Who wants to go first?" asked Greg.

"Shake the dice," suggested Silke. "Highest roll starts."

"I insist that it's ladies first," said Bill, trying to sound gallant but scarcely concealing the fact that he wasn't quite so eager to be the first one to break the ice.

Silke looked across the table at Anne.

"Here, I'll start," said Anne, taking a deep drag on the joint Greg had just passed on to her. She picked up the dice, shook them about in her hand, and threw them onto the board.

"Seven!"

Anne moved her counter along seven places. It was a "Just Your Luck!" square. She reached forward and plucked up the first card, and held it close to her front so no one else could see what it said. She put it face down on the table and stood up. The others held their breath. Anne raised her leg, exposing her sleek nylons, and slowly shook one shoe off. She kicked it to one side.

"Remove one item of clothing," Bill read out, since he'd just turned over her card.

"Shoes count," said Anne. "You might be glad of that later. Anyway it's your turn."

Bill threw a ten, and had to pick up the first "Take a Chance!" card. He read it out, secretly relieved: "Finish off your drink in one gulp."

He tossed the drink back and handed the dice on to Silke. A nine brought her counter forward to a ‘Just Your Luck!" square.

"It says that I must describe what gives me the most oral satisfaction," she read out. She looked at Greg. "That's easy… I get the most oral gratification from sucking on a big long cock! I like to see how far I can swallow it."

They all laughed at her frank admission. The game was warming up.

Greg's first throw landed him right on the "Miss a Turn" square. He groaned. Anne moved on round to another Luck-zone. She picked up the next card.

"Place your hand inside your partner's pocket and say what you feel in there," it said.

She crouched alongside the armchair and slid her hand into Bill's pocket.

"Hey," he exclaimed, "It didn't say anything about breathing in my ear."

Anne darted the tip of her tongue in his ear and withdrew it. "I can feel a long, heavy tube. Why, it's getting even bigger. You know, I think it just might be the kind of thing Silke was telling us about."

"Do you want to feel what's in my pocket?" Greg cried out.

"Your turn'll come," said Silke.

Anne sat back on the couch as Bill threw a four. He followed the instructions and took off a shoe. Silke's five put her on the same square and off came another shoe. Anne grabbed the dice before Greg could pick them up.

"You've got to miss a turn." Those words cost her the other shoe. Bill followed with a seven. He picked up another card.

"Watch as the person on your left peels off two items of clothing," he shouted triumphantly.

"With pleasure," Silke told him in a dignified tone. She removed her other shoe and tuned her back toward Bill. "Help me with that top button, will you."

"Bill's hands were trembling with excitement as he fumbled with the small button at the back of Silke's collar. Then she turned so Greg could unfasten the next one. Then back to Bill. Two more goes and the peasant top was undone. She stood In front of them all and slowly peeled it off in time with the music…

"More… more," Bill called out.

Silke blew him a kiss. "All in good time."

She sat down again. She still had everything on below but only the black half-cup bra covered her chest as best it could. Bill couldn't take his eyes off the two dark pink circles that peeked over the lacy trim. The cunningly designed top pushed her breast up and forward, deepening the inviting crevice between them. Goddam, this was a great game, both the boys were thinking.

After Silke was made to kiss everyone in the room by a chance card, Greg came back into the game with a ten. "Hand me one of those Chance cards, will you?"

"Down on your knees," the card ordered, "in front of the person to your left and kiss the inside of their thighs."

Greg looked at Anne with a twinkle in his eye. She hitched up her skirt, and placed one leg bent up on the couch; the other she swung out across the floor. The boys both gasped at once; Anne's briefs had no crotch in them and her movement opened up her pussy for inspection.

"Where did you get those?" asked Bill in a hoarse whisper.

Anne said nothing but smiled serenely as Greg bent forward. He kissed the inside of her left thigh. Then, carefully angling his head so that Bill could be sure to see it all, he poked out his tongue and ran it from the top of her stocking, along the smooth tanned skin, finally waggling the point of it in the-first bulging lips of Anne's cunt.

"That's not on the cards," said Bill, somewhat plaintively. "Just the thighs, Greg."

He was about to withdraw when Anne reached down and hugged his head closer to her. She mashed his mouth against her cunt. After a moment of blissful contact she allowed him to withdraw. Greg winked at Bill, "Tasty lady!"

On the next round both Anne and Bill lost more clothing. She stripped off the wrap-around skirt and now lounged on the couch in a lace-up bodice, stockings, garter belt, and the slinky crotchless panties. Bill lost his shoes, his socks, and his shirt. His eyes now rarely strayed from the display of Anne's pussy; if they did, it was to ogle Silke's delicious tits.

Silke was forced to draw another Chance card. It read: "Order the person on your left to strip down to their last item of underwear, and see if you can feel just how they are feeling about you."

"Come on, Greg," she said with a laugh, "it's your turn to strip off."

Greg shrugged good-naturedly, and stood up. He peeled off his shirt and T-shirt, shoes, socks, and then he shucked off his jeans. He stood there in front of Silke. She got off the cushions and reached up to give him a kiss; even as his mouth locked onto hers, the others could see her fondling the bulge in his jockey-shorts. Greg whimpered with pleasure as she plunged her hand down past the elastic waist band and gently squeezed his cock.

Anne couldn't hold herself back. She got up from the chesterfield and moved around the coffee table to join them. Silke broke away and Greg turned to face Anne.

"Wait a minute… "said Bill.

"Ssh," Silke held up her finger to her lips, then beckoned him forward, "let me feel yours."

Bill lurched up from the chair. He couldn't wait to join in. Silke unpopped the button on his Levi's and groped inside. Bill pushed his tongue in her mouth. She tugged down the front zipper and his trousers fell away from his waist.

"That's better," she said soothingly. "You've got such a. big thing in there… and it's just straining to get out."

Anne was still fondling Greg's balls as she looked past his shoulder to see Bill kicking off his jeans. She whispered a lewd promise in Greg's ear and dropped to her knees in front of him. Anne reached out and slipped his pants off his hips. His cock jutted in front of her face.

"Look what I've found," Anne called out. The others broke their clinch and turned to watch. Holding the bottom of the heavy shaft with the fingers of both hands, she stretched her mouth wide open and moaned softly as she took his pulsing knob into her mouth. Bill stared in fascinated amazement at the sight of his girlfriend gobbling on Greg's massive dong.

"Would you do that for me?" he asked Silke, with a tremor in his voice. The game was quite forgotten now. He dragged off his shorts and almost pushed Silke down in front of him. "Go on, Silke. Suck my cock."

Without letting Greg's prick escape from her clasped lips, Anne cocked her head enough to see Silke begin nibbling on the underside of Bill's cock. Silke twisted her head sideways and sucked on the heavy balls that hung beneath. Bill's shallow breathing came in short bursts. He reached down and held Silke's face between his hands and guided his throbbing length deep into the moist warmth of her mouth.

"Well, if we're going to swing," said Anne, giving a last open kiss to the straining purple head of Greg's prick, "we may as well have some more music."

She crossed to the record-player and piled on a stack of long-playing albums. That should keep us going for awhile, she thought. I wonder how our audience is enjoying it all. The thought of being secretly watched sent a small shudder thrilling through her. She took off her panties and threw them at Greg who was now lying back on the chesterfield. Anne stood there, legs apart, in the middle of the room. Still wearing the tightly laced bodice on top, and the garters and nylons below, she was sufficiently dressed to look somehow innocent while at the same time being undressed enough to be enticingly vulnerable. She began rubbing her forefinger in the cleft of her pussy.

"Bill," she said softly, "come and see what I've got for you."

Almost reluctantly Bill withdrew from Silke's oral embrace and turned toward Anne. It was his turn to fall on his knees and squat in front of this vision that Anne presented. She straddled his face and began to rock her hips. Bill's nose was buried in her dark brown curls as his tongue flicked back and forth against her clit.

Greg and Silke watched them for a moment, then be put his hand on her bra strap and unclipped it. He caressed her fits, while she formed a ring around his still-glistening cock with her fingers and began rubbing him up and down.

"I'd like to be sucked too," she told him. "Come and sit on the floor in front of me."

Greg obediently moved round and dropped on the floor.

"No. Roll over. Rest back on your elbows."

Greg stretched out on the carpet, supporting himself on his forearms, and tossed his head right back. Silke moved to the very edge of the couch so that her cunt came into contact with his mouth and his nose was buried in the crack behind.

"Come over here, you two," Silke said to the others.

Bill grinned as he saw Greg lapping at Silke's juicy slit. He came over and stood with his legs on either side of his friend below and thrust his cock in Silke's face. Anne wriggled down on the carpet. Greg drew up his knees and opened them wide so Anne had free play with his cock. She needed no second invitation. For quite a while they remained in this communal embrace, Silke sucking contentedly on Bill's swollen meat, Greg poking his tongue up Silke's hole and then licking it across the stiff tissue of her clit while he, in turn, was being sucked by Anne.

Greg was the first to give up. His position was a trifle uncomfortable, and he collapsed on the floor laughing. "Wow, what a great way to spend a Saturday evening!"

"Nothing like a four-way suck-off to relax you, is there?" said Anne. "Come on, Bill, if you keep that up you'll shoot off in Silke's mouth, and I want you to come inside my pussy."

As Bill pulled away from Silke, he shrugged and said, "Have to obey orders. I'll save some for you for later."

Anne had moved to the middle of the room, to be sure that John had a clear view, and was lying back in the scattered pile of cushions. She undid the knot lathe lace-up bodice and began to unstring it a little at a time. Bill stood there above her, his cock pointing rigidly in front of him. Anne finally opened up the front of her bodice to display her heavy breasts for the first time that evening. She pushed a cushion underneath her to arch her hips forward, then offered her arms in an open embrace. "Come here, baby," she purred.

Bill got down in front of her and began sucking at her fits. She reached underneath and guided the head of his aching prick into her cunny. She was overflowing with juices and his cock slid into her, Bill bucked his hips and pushed himself deep within her. Anne gasped with pleasure. He was so thick, so long, he seemed to fill her completely.

Silke echoed her with a small scream of delight as Greg eased into her and began fucking with a regular, steady rhythm.

Anne pulled back her legs and locked them round Bill's body. He pumped his rod as deep as he could shove it up her. Anne responded by pushing her hips up toward him with every stroke. She concentrated on squeezing together her inner muscles and milking his cock even as he fucked her.

Silke was groaning again. Greg had reached beneath her and was squeezing her ass with both hands, making her ride on waves of sensual delight. She began to move a little frantically, bucking up and down beneath his weight. She closed her eyes and moaned. Greg had his cock jammed deep in her body as, with a spasmic shudder, he let go and the spunk erupted from him.

Anne was crying out in an indescribable mixture of path and pleasure as Bill gripped her shoulders tightly. Finally, she felt it happening. Bursting through the sensual barrier, his cock twitching in her, Bill came in an explosion of pure sensation. She locked her heels behind his back and spunk poured out of him in a hot, sticky torrent. He'd never experienced an orgasm like it. Bill kept moving his cock in and out of her streaming channel as she writhed in the after-shock of total possession.

Silke had slipped Greg from her and had slid down his body to take him in her mouth again. One moment he was lying there in languid ease, the next he was trembling violently as Silke brought him to a second sudden climax. He slumped back on the floor as Silke released him. She licked-her lips, savoring the taste of his satisfaction.

It was a long time before any of them made a move to change partners. Silke was the first to get up. She went over to the record player and put on some more music. When she returned, instead of flopping down by Greg again; she stood astride Bill. He reached forward and tugged behind her knees, so that she came down straddling his chest. Reaching behind her, Silke took hold of his tool which stirred into life in response to her feathery touch.

Anne relied over and lay alongside Greg. They kissed. Anne sat up and swung around to where she could administer an oral caress to his stiffening prick. It surged up thick and rigid in her mouth. Greg tugged her across his chest, then guided her hips back down onto his waiting tongue. Bill looked over at his two friends lapping each other in the classic sixty-nine position.

Silke thrust her hips forward and began rubbing her own blonde-furred crevice against his chin. Bill waggled his tongue at her and she inched forward to wipe her moistened cunt on its tantalizing tip. She rode on his mouth. A wave of pleasure shuddered through her. Silke worked her hips back down and slid onto his hardened flesh. Slowly she pumped up and down, and with each downward stroke she exerted her own inner suction to milk the hot seed from him.

Anne was now kneeling across a pile of cushions with Greg mounting her from behind. He could reach forward and stroke and fondle her heavy tits as they swung free beneath her. She writhed with exquisite pleasure at each violent thrust of his swollen cock. Her cunt was running with her own juices intermingled with the sperm Bill had deposited deep within her. She pushed back to meet each new stroke of his iron-hard knob.

There was a ripe squishy sound as Silke's tight wet ring sucked on Bill's hot prick. Her clitoris was throbbing against each drive of his bursting, thrusting cock. Bill stiffened as he felt the boiling rush of semen. He groaned as the yellow-whitish fluid spurted out. Silke didn't stop riding him till she'd wrung the very last drop from his pulsing organ.

Anne had collapsed forward onto the cushions as Greg battered her hair-fringed -slit. She shivered and sighed with each new push against that wet orifice. The cheeks of Greg's ass tightened as he neared the climax of their coupling. Anne, quite oblivious of Bill and Silke, and completely forgetting the other observer in the back room, moaned: "Harder, harder… I want you to come. Come in me now."

Flesh smacked against flesh as Greg rode the point deep within her drooling passage. Anne's breath hissed through clenched teeth as pleasure mingled again with pain in a boiling flood of passion. His cock seemed to explode within her; the tingling jet of sperm gushed into her. Greg writhed, still bucking roughly against her ass, as he was convulsed by the orgasm. Anne shuddered with the intensified their shared climax. Greg collapsed exhausted on top of her.

This time nobody got up to change the, records.