POKER GAME Geordi and I had been living together for about 6 monthswhen he decided it was time he hosted a "boy's night"poker party. Oh well, I thought, we couldn't stay lockedin honeymoon phase forever. Eventually he was bound to want to get back to his life, and, naturally, that included the occasional evening of all-male bonding with his buds. So I was surprised when I asked Geordi about making myself scarce at a girlfriend's place for the evening that he looked almost hurt. "I don't want to get rid of you, love," he said. "In fact, I wanted a chance to show you off!" I felt myself flush with pleasure, but Geordi had a curious, almost sly expression on his face. "What is it?" I asked. "Well," he seemed to hesitate, then plunged in with what I thought was just a touch of false jocularity, "I was wondering how you'd feel about playing hostess to a bunch of horny guys? Besides, you're my good-luck charm," he added. That had been one of our jokes ever since a trip we took to Vegas early in our relationship. Geordi always claimed that it was my standing next to him that helped him win almost $2,000 at the blackjack table. "No problem," I said, not really thinking much about it. "I can bring you sandwiches and beer, a la Betty Crocker." I joked. "You're great, hon!" he enthused, and that was that, except for some minor preparations to feed "the boys"... * * * The game was scheduled for Friday evening, so playing late wouldn't interfere with anyone's ability to make it to work the next day. I made it home a little earlier than usual and spent an hour or so in the kitchen, putting together sandwiches and dip. Geordi got home around six with a couple of cases of beer, then went back out to the car. I was wondering what else he had brought home when he returned moments later to present me with a large, expensively gift-wrapped box. It was from an exclusive lingerie boutique. I was thrilled! I had often drooled over their catalogue, but was seldom able to afford the indulgence of purchasing their frilly, slinky, naughty little lace and silk nothings. "Come upstairs and try it on for me," Geordi urged, unnecessarily. In the bedroom, I stripped rapidly out of my practical, work-day suit and proceeded to carefully unwrap the box. Geordi's impatience was rewarded by my gasp of surprised pleasure when I finally opened it. Nestled into folds of crinkly, pink tissue paper was the most gorgeous, black satin merry-widow I had ever seen! "Try it on!" Geordi commanded, grinning at my excitement. With no further urging, I stepped into the tube of slick black satin, and turned so Geordi could lace it for me at the back. It seemed to fit me like a second skin. Facing the full-length mirror in front of our bed, I admired myself. Half-sized under-wire cups pushed my breasts upwards so they thrust proudly forwards, while my nipples were still clearly visible, supported by a froth of black lace. Geordi had fastened the lacing at the back quite tightly, so my naturally small waist was cinched in even further. An elongated, diamond-shaped peek-a-boo, outlined with more lace, began just between and below my breasts and extended down across my smooth, tanned belly so my navel was just visible above its lower point. The merry-widow was cut high enough at the sides to expose my hipbones, making my legs look even longer than normal. In the middle, at the front, black satin descended to a point, truncated by two small curves. It stopped just above my thatch of curly, red pubic hair, giving the illusion of a heart-shaped bush. Lacy, black suspenders dangled from the lower edges of the garment. Standing behind me, Geordi's hands stroked down my flanks and in to fondle my mound. He gently parted my luxuriant bush to expose my clit and glistening pussy-lips. Just wearing this thing was making me _hot_, and the bulge I could feel nudging my ass told me it was having the same effect on Geordi. Turning in his arms, I looked back over my shoulder to admire the rear view. All those criss-crossed lacings, running from just below my shoulder-blades to the top of the crack of my ass, reminded me of bondage fantasies. Again in the back, it was cut into high circles that rested just at the top of my ass. My well-rounded cheeks were fully exposed, looking startlingly white against the midnight, black satin. I watched as Geordi's hands moved down my back to cup the cheeks of my ass and gently pull them apart until I could see my tight, pink ass-hole. When his fingers began roving further down, I turned my head so we could kiss passionately. He slid one finger into my tight, little ass, another into my now dripping cunt, all the while playing with my swollen clit. Just then the doorbell rang, signalling the arrival of the first of his poker buddies. "Wear it for me tonight!" Geordi whispered, as we broke apart. My doubt must have shown in my face. "Wear something casual over top," he added. "I just want to know that you've got that on underneath!" He grinned wickedly at me. "No panties, though!" was his parting shot before running downstairs to answer the door. Alright, I thought, feeling something liquify inside me. I felt deliciously naughty, thinking of spending the evening with a group of Geordi's buddies while wearing this incredibly sexy under-garment. Geordi and I had sometimes talked about fantasies of me taking on more than one man, as we lay in bed fondling each other. Of course, I had no such expectations about this night, but just wearing this wicked merry-widow - and no panties! - underneath some relatively innocent clothing was going to be a huge turn-on! Sitting on the bed, I pulled on a sheer pair of stockings and fastened them to the garters. What to wear over top,I wondered, browsing through my closet. The black satin would show through anything light coloured and I didn't want to be obvious. Eventually I chose an emerald green silk outfit, with a relatively short, flared wrap-around skirt and simple, short-sleeved shirt-blouse. The colour was dark enough not to reveal anything and complimented my auburn hair nicely, but it would be easy to take off at the end of the night. Smiling to myself, I thought of Geordi's love-making. With me wearing no panties, he might surreptitiously fondle my pussy during the evening. That thought made me blush slightly, but it also made me tingle and I could feel my pussy-lips swelling in anticipation. My tingling increased as I walked downstairs. I hadn't counted on how good the silk skirt would feel sliding over my bare ass. By the time I made my way into the living room to meet "the boys", my nipples were standing at attention under the thin silk of my blouse. Introductions all round were unnecessary, as I already knew Bob, Doug and Kurt, friends of Geordi's from work. The fifth player, Steve, was a handsome, blond-bearded giant of a man, a friend of Doug. Geordi and I did not have a card table, so we had scattered cushions on the floor for everyone to sit on. They would play on our big, low, square coffee table. Levering themselves off the floor, the men all rose as I came into the room and I could tell by their admiring looks that they all found me attractive. One or two gazes seemed to rest a trifle too long on my chest and I wondered how obvious my state of arousal was. After serving the first round of drinks and food, I settled into a corner of the room to watch them play. Bob dealt first, his long, tanned fingers skilfully manipulating the cards. Idly, I found myself fantasizing about feeling those fingers moving on me as skilfully as they now moved over the cards. My eyes moved around the table and came to rest on Steve's huge feet and legs like tree-trunks stretched out underneath the table. He was by far the biggest man in the room, except Doug, whose lean height was no match for Steve's enormous size. I wondered idly if Steve's cock was in proportion to the rest of him. Raising my eyes, I was startled to meet his, piercing blue and regarding me intently. I felt my face go hot and left hurriedly for the kitchen to fetch more beer and food. Reaching into in the fridge, I was acutely conscious of those five good-looking, virile men in the other room. Occasional bursts of masculine laughter drifted in to me. Back in the living room, I could feel their eyes on me as I moved around the table, bending to serve them beer and sandwiches. When I reached Geordi, he smiled innocently up at me, while his hand slid up the back of my leg and under my skirt to fondle my bare ass, one finger sliding into my now very wet pussy. Had the others noticed? I wondered as I moved quickly back to my corner of the room. When Geordi casually licked his finger before reaching for another sandwich, I saw several pairs of eyes move from his face to mine, and felt myself flush again. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for me to stay and watch, I thought, and got up to go. "Where ya going', hon?" Geordi asked. "Just back out into the kitchen," I answered. "I can be on hand if you need anything, and I won't disturb your game." I explained. "No," he protested. "Stay here. After all, you're my good luck charm." There was a chorus of agreement from the others and they made room for me at the table, between Geordi and Steve. They even dealt me in on the next hand, and Steve took the time to explain the game to me. Leaning close so he could whisper pointers to me, I was very conscious of how big he was. Meanwhile, Geordi's free hand continued to fondle my ass and kept sliding under my skirt to finger-fuck my pussy. As the evening wore on, I made numerous trips to the kitchen to fetch more refreshments, and several times Geordi asked me to sit out a hand or two so I could roll joints for them. Not quite matching their consumption, I was soon feeling very relaxed. I didn't need to imagine the effect all that drink and smoke was having on the men. Soon, instead of sitting, most of them were lying around on the floor. From that angle, as I moved around the table to serve them, they must have caught more than a few glimpses of my bare ass. Kurt was the most obvious voyeur in the group. Several times, as I moved past him, he tilted his head back to get a good view up my skirt. Once I actually had to step right over where he was lying, gazing rapturously up at my beaver. In any case, I'm sure it wasn't long before they all knew that I had nothing at all on under my skirt. Every time I came back from the kitchen, a few more hands would find their way up to stroke the backs of my legs or pat my ass as I served them. At first I wasn't sure how Geordi would react, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, his attentions were becoming more and more obvious. He seemed to really enjoy how much the other guys appreciated me. Every time I sat next to him he would reach under my skirt to finger my pussy and several times, he licked his fingers, making obvious noises of relishing my taste, much to everyone's amusement, except perhaps mine. Of course, I was more than enjoying the attention of all those good-looking men, feeling their hands resting not-quite casually on my thighs or ass, their eyes on my cleavage as I bent forwards to serve them. I made a point of unbuttoning my blouse a little further and stretching across the table to give them a real eye-full. Could they see my nipples, I wondered. Considering how turned on I was and how erect my nipples were under the thin silk of my blouse, they probably could! After all, they probably all knew how little I had on underneath my demure little skirt and blouse! As the evening progressed, the fondles from the men became increasingly unrestrained. It took longer and longer for me to serve drinks as all five pairs of hands became more demanding and more insistent, sliding higher on my thighs, pinching and squeezing my ass. As Ileaned over to served them, several of the guys would make a point of pulling my blouse forward so they could feast their eyes on my naked tits, popping out of the top of the merry-widow. I was finding it harder and harder to walk out to the kitchen because my legs seemed to be turning to jelly and every male lap in the room was sporting a prominent bulge. The betting, too, became less restrained, with pots getting up into the hundreds of dollars. Despite how much he fondled his "good-luck charm"-and he did that a lot, more and more obviously-Geordi was now loosing consistently. By ten p.m., he was broke, and about to withdraw from the game. I had long since given up any pretence at playing; their stakes were way out of my league! "What say we make this game really interesting?" Bob suggested. Glancing my way, his mouth curved into a sensual and evil-looking smile. I've always found Bob very attractive, especially his mouth, which is full-lipped and suggestive of debauchery. "What do you mean?" Geordi asked a little petulantly. "You guys know I'm cleaned out." "Not quite," Kurt corrected. Looking at me and licking his lips suggestively. "You still have one very impressive asset," Steve rumbled. And his meaty hand shot up under my skirt to grab my pussy. Despite all the play-fondling to this point, none of Geordi's friends had been so bold! At the feel of Steve's huge warm hand grasping my snatch, I must have jumped about a foot in the air. My wayward pussy, however, wasn't at all shocked and I felt myself gush invitingly all over his big fingers, while I blushed furiously and looked askance at Geordi. The room was suddenly very quiet. In the silence, Steve lifted his hand, palm outward and showed it slowly around the table. The wet smear of my pussy juices was clearly visible to everyone, before he brought his hand up to his mouth and his big red tongue lapped up my nectar. Five very horny pairs of eyes fastened on me and Geordi didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, the bulge in his pants was as big as anyone else's! "All right," he agreed, a slow, lascivious grin spreading over his face. "Wanna see the merchandise?" and reaching over to where I stood, poised for flight, he yanked the tie on my skirt loose and pulled it off in one swift movement. So there I stood, as those five pairs of hungry eyes raked over me, from the tips of my black, stiletto pumps, up the sheer length of my stockinged legs, past the lacy garters, and came to rest on the curly red thatch of my bush and the barely visible point of my swollen, pink clit. "Take the blouse off, darlin'," my lover drawled. "You don't need it any more and I want everyone to see the nice present I gave you today." As if in a trance, my hands moved up to obey him. I felt as if I had slipped into an alternate reality. Was my lover really planning to auction me off to the highest bidder in a poker game? The thought was terrifying and terrifyingly exciting. With trembling fingers, I began to unbutton my blouse. . . * * * "OK, let's play some poker," Geordi rubbed his hands together, as my blouse slid off my shoulders and slithered to my feet. I stood there in my beautiful merry-widow, my nipples tautly peaked, feeling the goose-bumps rising on the cheeks of my ass and my pussy lips pouting outwards with desire, and my lover wanted to play poker! "OK," Bob quipped, "Some one hold her down. I'll poke 'er." The sudden burst of bawdy laughter broke the tension in the room. Even Geordi seemed to relax, while Steve swung into action. Heaving to his feet, he lifted the huge coffee table and swung it off to one side of the room. A trail of playing cards and money marked its wake, but, in the flurry of shirts being pulled off and flies being unzipped, no one noticed. My god, I thought, this is really happening. Swallowing hard, my legs shaking, I stepped into the vacant space where the coffee table had been. "No one has to hold me down." Thank god, I had found my voice. I looked down at the five men gathered around me, all in varying states of undress. Several of them already had their cocks out, stroking themselves. I was amused by this piece of male redundancy. There wasn't a cock in the room that wasn't already standing stiffly at attention to salute me. "That's my beautiful girl," From his position, kneeling at my feet, his trousers pooled around his ankles, Geordi's hand shot out to give me a resounding slap on the ass. "Enough!" I stamped my foot, setting my tits and ass jiggling. "We'll do this my way, or we won't do it at all!" "We'll do this any way you like," Steve soothed. He was standing behind me now, his big, warm hands cupping my breasts, rolling my hard, pointy nipples between his fingers. I could feel his erection pressing into the crack of my ass and resisted the temptation to turn and see just how big he was. "We'll do it _every_ way you like," Bob added, licking his lips lasciviously. Kurt stretched out on the floor, his head between my feet, and gazed up at my cunt. Geordi moved in front of me, his hands grasping my hips, sliding down to my bush, parting it, sliding down further to press my thighs apart and open the dripping wet lips of my pussy. Beneath me, Kurt sighed ecstatically. Doug and Bob began to unfasten my garters, slowly rolling my stockings down. Steve lifted me off my feet and held me in mid-air against his chest, while Kurt removed my shoes, pulling my feet apart. Kneeling in front of me, Geordi embraced my waist and buried his face in my mound, his tongue flicking out to lap my clit and pussy. Off came the shoes. Off came the stockings, all while I dangled in mid-air, revelling in the attentions of these five tumescent men. Everywhere I looked there were hard, throbbing cocks saluting me, their bulbous heads red and angry, oozing pre-cum. Hands fondled me, stroked me, mouths opened to murmur instructions, tongues licked lips, licked me. I was floating on a sea of male lust, feeling an answering tide of female lust surge within me. Steve lifted me higher. I felt his big, hot prick slide down the crack of my ass and pop through between my legs, bouncing up to slap wetly and my pussy lips. Bob on my left foot and Doug on my right foot were busy nibbling and sucking my toes, pulling my feet towards them until I was widely spread-eagled. Any woman who has never experienced a man on each foot licking his way up has not lived, in my humble opinion! Having, for the moment, satisfied his voyeuristic tendencies, Kurt made himself useful by pushing all the cushions into the centre of the room. They formed a sizeable platform on which they could fuck me. They're _all_ going to fuck me, I thought. I'm going to fuck them all, I thought, stretching luxuriously and spreading myself wider for them. Geordi was standing in front of me now, his erect penis pressed into my belly. While he fingered my clit, moving closer to me, he leaned up and kissed me passionately on the lips, his tongue probing deep into the warm wet recesses of my mouth. Now using only one arm, wrapped tightly around my waist, Steve was still holding me in mid-air. His free hand began to explore my curves, stroking down over my ass, probing between my legs, his big finger found my cunt and pushed upwards. Even his finger was as big as most men's cocks! His cock felt like a fist between my legs and when he started to guide himself into me, I felt my pussy lips stretch almost to breaking. "Stop," I gasped, pulling my mouth from Geordi's. "You're too big." "Now, maybe," Steve's voice was a deep rumble in my ear, soothing and confident. "We'll open you." But he stopped trying to push his rod into me and went back to finger-fucking me, slowly and gently. Geordi pushed his index finger into my mouth and, obediently, I sucked, regarding his warm, brown eyes solemnly until I had to close my eyes against the sensations that were washing upwards from my feet. Bob and Doug were still busily sucking my toes, their hands stroking higher and higher on my legs. Pulling me wider and wider apart, their mouths soon followed where their hands led, stroking and licking upwards on my legs. Soon they were holding me horizontally about 4 feet in the air. Steve's arm under my shoulders supporting me, while his free hand fondled my breasts. Kurt's mouth was busy suckling at my tits, wherever Steve's hands left an opening. Doug and Bob, each still carrying one of my legs pulled me wider yet as their heads moved in towards my crotch, one above and one below. Bob focused on my clit and pussy, his sensual mouth fastening on my nether lips to suck, nibble, probe and lick me. Doug now seemed to be crouched underneath me. I felt his hands spreading the cheeks of my ass and his mustache tickled me as he buried his face in my ass, his tongue sliding out to lick me, probing and diving into my tight, little hole. Geordi pulled his index finger from my mouth and, moving to my head, aimed his penis at my mouth. My lips opened greedily to take him in. I love sucking Geordi's beautiful, 6" cock. It's just the right size and shape to fill my mouth completely. Tipping my head backwards I was able to take him completely into my mouth and feel the smooth heat of his cock head at the back of my throat. He pumped gently into me for a few minutes so I could enjoy him and taste the first drops of him pre-cum. Then they were moving me. I felt myself lifted and turned, heard moans of protest from Doug and Bob as I was moved out of range of their hungry, wet mouths. Lifting me as easily as he might a child, Steve was turning me to face him. His big hands went under my ass, spreading my cheeks wide. His fingers walked inwards and probed my swollen pussy lips, pulling them open for him. My legs encircling his waist, my arms went around his neck and I stretched up to kiss him passionately. I could feel his huge cock pushing my thighs apart, but it no longer intimidated me. Bob and Doug had done their work well. I was opened, I was ready, more than ready for Steve to guide his enormous dick into my waiting cunt. That first penetration was one long, slow filling thrust. Lubricated by Bob and Doug's tongues and my own juices, Steve's cock oozing pre-cum, glided into me for what felt like hours. That first inward push seemed to go on forever and I closed my eyes in ecstasy. My cunt lips stretched and stretched to accommodate him, enfold him, pull him deeper. His tongue pushed into my mouth and deeper into my throat, in an echo of his cock, which seemed to be bursting past my cervix, right up to fuck my very womb. I was trembling uncontrollably all over as Steve started to pump in and out of me. Each withdrawal left me wanting more of him, more deeply, and soon my hips were thrusting to match his. The wet, slurping noises of our intercourse were clearly audible throughout the room and the smell of our mingled juices was a heady perfume. As I opened my eyes i could see three, hard horny men standing around waiting for their turn to fuck me. Someone pressed against my back. Geordi, one hand coming round to fondle my tits was going to take advantage of my vulnerable backside. Steve's big hands still held my ass, pulling my cheeks invitingly open and I now felt Geordi's hard little cock nudging insistently at my butt-hole. His other hand moved between my cheeks to guide himself into me. One finger, slick and cold with some lubricant, slid easily, deeply into my tight, little ass. "We're going to fuck you every which way til Sunday, hon" His voice, thick with passion murmured in my ear. He nipped my lobe and his breath was hot and heavy on the back of my neck as his cock found its way into my ass. "_Every_ which way," I agreed breathlessly, now feeling those two hard cocks filling me beyond my wildest dreams, moving first in then out, then in again. Alternating thrusts, their mouths alternatively finding mine to kiss me deeply while their cocks pushed into me insistently, thrust into me deeply, pounded into me punishing my wicked, tight little cunt and my naughty little ass. Steve's huge cock and Geordi's smaller one both fucked into me, filling my cunt and my ass, their alternating movements gliding past each other inside me, each must be clearly felt by the other through the thin membrane that divided my vagina from my anus. I felt that membrane stretch, my pussy-lips stretch, my cunt stretch, my ass stretch, every part of me expanding in the first stages of a mind-blowing orgasm. I shook and writhed and moaned in their grasp, but I was firmly locked between them, the female meat in an all-man sandwich that kept on pounding mercilessly into me. Suddenly I was conscious of those other three waiting cocks. Bob, Doug and Kurt, penises at the ready, were watching avidly. I stretched out my arms to reach them. My fingers just grazing the tip of Bob's throbbing rod, I captured a drop of his pre-cum on the tip of my finger and brought it to my lips to taste. Sweet! I wanted more. "Give me more," I moaned. "I want to suck cock. I want to make you all cum, all over me, inside me, all at once!" "Greedy little hussy," Kurt teased, but his cock spasmed and oozed more pre-cum. They slowly lowered me, and we realigned ourselves so I could fuck and suck more of them. Steve pulled me down onto his lap, my thigh straddling him. Somehow Geordi had stayed with us, his cock still firmly planted in my ass. Now I could reach up to where Kurt's waiting cock hovered just in front of my mouth. I opened my mouth and pulled him in, sucking him into my waiting cavity. Bob and Doug were on either side of me and I grasped one hard cock in each hand. Heaven! Steve's cock in my pussy pumped in and out. On each in-thrust of his, Geordi pulled his rod slowly from my ass; in, out, out, in, alternating until I couldn't tell where any of them began or where I ended. Kurt was now pumping his sweet, little cock in and out of my mouth, each thrust just nudging the back of my throat, while I stretched my lips forward to fully suck him in. My tongue laved his shaft, my lips nuzzled his balls and my hands moved frantically on bob and Doug, each grasping a hard, hot penis, jerking them up and down, lubricated by their own pre-cum. My pussy was again throbbing, my lips and mouth throbbed, my ass contracted with pleasure and my womb began to spasm in orgasm. Not yet, I thought, not yet. I sucked frantically. Cock in my mouth, cock pumping in my cunt, pulling out, cock in my ass jabbing in, my hands jerking, stroking, madly trying to bring off Doug and Bob. I felt like a little bead, strung on a necklace of penises. It was happening! I felt Kurt stiffen and he thrust deeply into my face, his cock spasming as my mouth was flooded with a sudden wash of his sweet cum. Under me, Steve pumped and pumped, driving himself into me. Then he, too stiffened, his rod jerking in me and my cunt was awash with his gushing cum. Next Geordi, thrust into my ass, filling me completely, as Steve was still deeply embedded in my cunt. Geordi's cock quivered, jerked and spurted hot cum up my ass-hole. I was floating on cum, but there was more... Through the red haze of my own orgasm, I was still trying to bring Bob and Doug off. Neither had far to go, and soon their cocks, too were spasming in my hands, jerking as they shot their loads all over my hands and arms. I swallowed Kurt's load and brought my cum-soaked hands up to my mouth to taste Bob and Doug's contribution. Every part of me felt relaxed and limp as a rag doll. As I sagged onto Steve's broad, hairy chest. I felt his big cock soften inside me and slowly slither out with a small popping noise. Levering himself upwards, Geordi sighed as he pulled his now limp cock from my ass. Cum dribbled from my cunt, my ass, and even down my chin and hands. The men were all grinning at each other, at me. They took turns stroking and kissing me. "That is some hot, little cunt you've got," or words to that effect were common remarks directed both at Geordi and I. Geordi looked as pleased as if he had invented me himself, while I preened beneath their admiring gazes and slowly used my tongue to lick cum and my juices off all their cocks. For a while we just quietly fondled each other and I enjoyed the luxury of being the centre of attention of five still horny men. One by one, they recovered their potency and took turns fucking me - doggy-style, missionary position, me on top, them on top. I was sandwich-fucked several more times that night. Once they even held me upside down by my feet and tried it that way! There was a lot of giggling, poking, fucking, licking, slapping, fucking, tickling, fondling, fucking, eating, sucking and more fucking. Every one of them took a turn on me, eating me, fucking me, ramming their rods into me, until my cunt felt numb from all that pounding, ass ached, my lips were rubbery from all that cock-sucking and my legs were quivering jelly. About five in the morning, we all fell into an exhausted slumber, huddled together like a litter of new-born puppies in the middle of the pile of cushions. No one was going to go home and miss out on an incredible weekend of sex! * * * Waking first the next morning, I went upstairs to wash. Geordi joined me a few minutes later and he and I fucked passionately in the shower until the others began coming into the bathroom and demanding their turns. It was the most amazing weekend of my life. We kept at it until late Sunday night and by Saturday afternoon I had lost track of the number of times I had cum, the number of times they had cum, the gallons of cum I swallowed, the miles of cock that were rammed into me.... The six of us still get together regularly and sometimes we even play poker, but not often. It's a challenging job to keep all five of their hard cocks happy, but someone has to do it ;-)