Staci Peters - Every Man For Anne

"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.