A Guy at Girl's Poker Night 3
I'd like to think it was skill, but I think it was just good luck. Anyway, I kept winning. I'm pretty adept at high-low games. I hang around hoping to steal half the pot--many times this works if I have a hand with possibilities and I bet aggressively.
It was hard to keep my mind on the game--Diane had her sarong back on, but Donna was still in underwear, as was Amy. If either of them got up from the table I was treated to the sight of a swaying pinkened rear end in flimsy panties as she walked away. The cleavage was another problem. Diane had not bothered to put her top back on and was in that sexy push-up bra.
Even with all the distractions, by the time the timer went off for the last time, I was the big winner.
"Beginner's luck," scoffed Amy. She was still in the hole, and with her previous losses was in for a good tanning.
The other loser was Kyle. He had continued to sink after the last segment. But the big loser was Diane. And so we had another date. Leslie matched up with Amy in third, and it would be Kyle and Jill again in second.
"Ok kids," chided Donna, "time for the big pay-up". She would conduct the ceremony since she was in the middle. Amy and Leslie would go first. Amy was down 66 chips. Leslie thought for a minute, "Let's see, Amy honey, how about...6 hand spanks on your panties and 6 bare paddle swats."
Amy gave a sigh. "This has been my unlucky night. I can't catch a cold much less a good hand."
Leslie sat down. "Come on now. No whining. Over my knee like a good girl."
Amy went over Leslie's knee. Leslie patted Amy's rear and then gave her 6 slow cracks on the seat of her panties, pausing with each one to rub it in. That done, they got up and Leslie put Amy over the back of the sofa. This arched Amy's bottom up very nicely. Amy always did have a cute tush. Leslie tucked the paddle under her arm and snugged the panties down to her knees. "You forgot this part, Amy, I said bare...as in bare hiney, dear. Hold on to a pillow now."
Amy grabbed a pillow and tightened her fingers around it. Leslie lined up the paddle on Amy's backside then whapped it down 6 times with a smart wristy snap, swatting the wobbling fanny cheeks before her with hearty cracks that came about 5 seconds apart. Even bent over there was a lot of jiggle in Amy's rounded bottomcheeks which rippled with each crack of the paddle. Amy's "ouches" were a little more vocal this time, even partly muffled by the pillow. When Leslie finished she stood up, gave herself a brief rub, then pulled her panties back up. "Yeoch...that was a stinger," she exclaimed, grimacing.
"Next up is Jill and Kyle once again," announced Donna. "How do you want this bad boy?" she said to Jill.
"Hmmm...the payoff is 142, so I'll do this in parts. Let's see, I think 12 on his underpants by hand, then 50 bare, over my knee of course, then...I'll finish off with a good half dozen with the paddle."
Kyle developed a worried expression at this pronouncement.
Jill sat in the chair and crooked her finger at him. "Come to momma, Kyle, and get your little heiney over my knee."
To give Kyle credit, he did not shrink from paying the penalty. He walked over to the seated Jill and eased himself across her lap. He let her adjust him until his buttocks were positioned squarely across her knees. She patted his buns through the red briefs then raised her hand. The first 12 spanks were slow and solid, each one a muffled pistol shot. Kyle reacted with a little jerk as each spank splatted down.
"Lift up now, Kyle, momma's gonna give you what all you naughty boys need, a good ol' fashioned bare fanny tanning." And that's what she gave him. Jill slipped Kyle's briefs down and let loose with a fast barrage of meaty smacks that had Kyle gasping and squirming. In fact, it looked to me like his wriggling was in time to Jill's hand as it flashed up and down impacting one side or the other, sometimes both. Jill's skirt had been pushed up and it also appeared that Kyle's squirming was taking place across bare thighs where his penis was probably rubbing in the confined space where her knees were clamped together. By the end of the spanking Kyle was gurgling audibly with each crack from Jill's capable palm and his bottom had taken on a fiery hue.
When she had delivered the last smack she said, "Up you get Kyle sweetie, time for a visit from Miss Paddle."
Kyle blushed as he stood up and the reason why was obvious to all. Kyle's cock was practically standing straight out.
"Oh, my, Jill," quipped Donna, "your bad boy likes being bad."
"Was that a real busted flush, or were you just glad to lose to mommy Jill, Kyle?" laughed Amy. Everyone else got their one-liner in while Kyle tried to brazen out the state of his arousal.
"Ahem," said Jill watching the merriment patiently. She was absentmindedly tapping the paddle in her palm. "Young Master Kyle and I still have a date, don't we, honey?" she said smiling sweetly at Kyle. "I do believe it is 6, is it not?"
Kyle grimaced. "Uh...yes...6"
"Well, then, bend over and grab your ankles. Stick it out nicely...there we go..." she said as she tapped the paddle on Kyle's red spank spots. Kyle obliged by bending over and spreading his legs a bit. He took a firm grip on his ankles. Jill raised the paddle.
Crack! "Whew..ah..." gasped Kyle as the paddle flattened his seat. Five more times Jill hit Kyle's resilient butt with a hard paddle lick that had him struggling to hold on to his ankles and not get up. When it was over Kyle shot up with a "oh...oh...oh..." as he rubbed his red hot buns and hopped from foot to foot.
"My oh my, Jill, that was a good one," chuckled Donna.
"When Mommy Jill spanks a bad boy he knows he's been spanked," giggled Jill.
"Well 'mommy' Jill better watch out," sputtered Kyle, "there's always next time."
"Oh, c'mon Kyle," chided Jill, "you know you love it honey." And she wrapped her arms around him pressed her body against his, and gave him a big kiss. Everybody let loose a chorus of ooh's and ahh's at this public display.
"And last but not least we have a second repeat, Diane and 'beginner's luck' Ted," announced Donna. "Ted, Diane lost 211 chips. How do you want her?"
Hmmm....I thought, what a delightful prospect. Diane was already beginning to peel off her tight sarong skirt leaving her in that wonderful black bra and panty ensemble.
"I guess I'm a classicist at heart," I said taking a seat. "Come over here Diane." I patted my knees.
"Oh, God," quailed Diane, "I think I'm gonna get it." But she shuffled over to me and allowed me to put her face down over my lap. I rested my hand on her wonderfully resilient buttocks.
"First the warmup." Crack! I gave her a hearty smack on the seat of her panties. "Ok, so much for the warmup," I said as my fingers slipped inside the elastic of her panties which I tugged down to her knees. I shifted her body so that the still pink cheeks were just to my right. Diane's knees were flexed, toes on the floor. I massaged the creamy mounds for a moment. I heard a soft intake of breath emanate from Diane.
"Ok, here's what we'll do. It'll be 70 smacks just like this, then 5 with the paddle, bare. Somebody count."
I proceeded to spank Diane's lovely bottom in a steady, measured cadence with firm but not really hard smacks. I paused every so often to rub a bit. She squirmed with a sexy wiggle when I did this.
"She's enjoying it too much, Ted, put some more steam into it," urged Amy with a pout.
I said, "Ok" and gave Diane 10 hard fast cracks that had her gasping. More rubbing, then another fast series of splat! splat! splat! splat! splat! that had her drumming her toes on the floor and squealing, "Oooh...ah...eee...ow...ouch...yow.."
I paused. "That good enough for you?"
"Good form, Ted, keep it up," said Jill, giving me the thumbs up.
I resumed now with slower more deliberate swats that were a bit harder than those at the start. By the time I got to fifty, Diane was twisting and squirming with each impact to her deliciously reddening bottomcheeks.
"Oww, Ted it really stings!" wailed Diane.
"Well, that's kind of the point isn't it?" And I punctuated the question with a dozen fast brisk slaps to the now cherry red fanny.
"Ow...ow...ow...ow...ow..." she yelped in response.
I gave her the last 7 or 8 slow, rubbing each one in. They were not real hard. We still had the paddle.
"Somebody hand me the paddle. No sense getting up, we're comfortable here."
"You, maybe!" squawked Diane in protest. "I'm burning up!"
I hefted the paddle handed me by Donna. It had a solid feel to it. I rubbed it on Diane's buttocks in little circles. She squirmed at the touch of the wood to her tender bottom.
Smack! I brought the paddle down firmly, right across the plumpest part of her seat. This produced a sharp "yeowch!" from Diane.
Smack! What a fascinating ripple in the flesh of her buttocks that caused. "Ow...ow..."
Smack! "Ah...ow...oh.." I was making each swat a separate event. I wondered if the late great Chuck had done it this way.
Crack! More wriggling. God, that was so sexy the way she writhed in response to that smack.
Smack! "And one to grow on!" I announced.
Diane pushed herself off my lap and did a little hopping dance, oblivious to the fact that all her charms were revealed. Did I detect some moisture in the bush between her legs?
"Ooh..ooh...ooh...wow that stung, Ted..."
"Bravo, bravo, Ted", clapped Amy.
"Oooh, Ted, that was really nice," cooed Leslie. She said it in a way that made me think maybe she would want the same treatment. After all, what I had given Diane was more of an erotic paddywhacking than anything. I hadn't hit her very hard and I'd paused to rub and fondle. She'd practically purred when I'd done that.
We stood around for awhile chatting (losers rubbing). Somebody filled some plastic bags with ice and presented them to Kyle, Amy and Diane. Much hilarity. Remember, we were all well lubricated by this time. Then things started to break up. Not surprisingly Kyle left with Jill.
"She's got plans for that boy," said Amy with a knowing smirk.
Diane asked me to walk her home. Amy caught me in an empty corner. "Watch out," she whispered, "she's got plans for you too."
"Why, whatever do you mean?" I said in my most innocent voice.
"Smart ass," huffed Amy.
There was talk of Amy, Donna and Leslie hitting a local meet market named Berrigan's. Look out guys. Jill left with Kyle. I left with Diane.
"Well what do you think of our card game night?" said Diane as we walked.
" Wow! Interesting. But I hope you're not sore at me. I didn't spank you too hard did I? I mean I had to make it look good."
"Don't worry. You did it about right. Just enough to get a girl all nice and tingly," she said squeezing my arm. "See? Look at my nipples. They're hard."
And she turned toward me as we walked up her steps. I could indeed see the hard points of her breasts straining the front of her blouse.
"You see, Ted," she said, opening the door with her key, "you heat up a girl's backside and other parts of her get hot too." She pulled me toward her as she shut the door behind us. My mouth found hers as she pulled my face to hers, her hand stroking the back of my neck. Our tongues intertwined in a passionate kiss that seemed to last minutes. I could almost feel the heat of her body as it melded itself to mine. The hard points of her breasts mashed into my chest and her pelvis thrust itself against me, grinding.
We came up for air. She gazed at me for a moment then slid to her knees. Deftly she unzipped me and pulled out my cock which was now hard with arousal. She licked her lips and slid the glans into her mouth, teasing the end of it with her tongue. I moaned and she made little "mfff" sounds as her head bobbed, pleasuring me with her lips. WE separated and she rose. As I stood there watching she divested herself of her blouse, skirt, bra and finally panties, leaving herself gloriously naked. My breath caught in my throat as I took it all in--the desire in her eyes, the fine facial features that made her so pretty, the engorged breasts, the narrow waist, the flaring hips, the dark triangle. I took my own clothes off as she watched hungrily. I came to her, enfolding her body with my arms, her soft skin pressed to mine. My hands roamed all over her pliant flesh, stroking, caressing as our lips joined once again.
I took her hand and started to lead her to what I thought was the bedroom.
"No," she said. "Right here." And she propped herself on the couch, knees on the cushions, hands gripping the back. "I like it doggie style," she said peering back at me over her shoulder. My throbbing hardness was sticking straight out at just the right height. I stepped behind her and found the warm lips of her sex. I slid in like a hot knife through butter. She gasped as she felt the length of me thrust fully inside her to the hilt. I held it there for a moment and then began slowly sliding in and out. Each time, my groin mashed against her wonderfully resilient bottom. It was still warm and the color of hot pink.
How long we endured the exquisite torture of a slow fucking that gradually built itself to a frenzied screaming crescendo, I don't know, but it seemed like a long time. The next time seemed even longer because we tried so many positions. We finally fell asleep just before dawn, fully spent.
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