Loading...Another loud roar of laughter erupted from the dining room. Yumi glanced up from her English book for the third time, staring wistfully at the door that connected the kitchen to the more formal dining area. It was “Poker Night” in her exchange family’s household. Mrs. Gillespie had abandoned the house for the night, off to see her sister who lived all the way across town. In his wife’s absence, Mr. Gillespie took advantage of the situation, inviting over some of the men he worked with for beer, poker, and the football game.
They’d done their best to keep out of the kitchen for the first hour or so to give Yumi a chance to study. But as time passed and more money was won or lost, the alcohol took effect and they began to forget that they were supposed to be quiet. Now that most of them were pushing well into being drunk, the celebrating cheers and merriment kept becoming more and more frequent.
In truth, Yumi was torn between studying for her college exam and going in to join them. She loved poker, and had been one of the better players among her group of friends back home in Japan. It would be exciting to go pit her skills against several grown American men. But on the other hand, if she let her grades start dropping, she would find her scholarship terminated, and her visit to the United States would be cut off immediately. Yumi stared down at the page before her, not really seeing the words as she weighed the pros and cons of her actions. Another round of enthusiastic clapping came from the dining room. Excitement and curiosity won over all thoughts of study. Yumi slammed the English book shut and slid off the stool she’d been sitting on. Her grades were high enough in English anyway, and there would be plenty of time to study in the morning before class. Tonight she’d allow herself to have a little fun.
Yumi didn’t let her presence be known right away. She wanted to judge her opponents before she played against them. Creeping quietly to the doorway, she leaned against the frame of the door, her hazel eyes flitting between the players. A twinge of disappointment overcame her. Most of the men, Mr. Gillespie included, were too drunk to really play their hands effectively. Their actions were sloppy, and whenever they got a decent hand it wasn’t too difficult to tell by the look of joy on their faces. But there was one of them who’d been smart enough to pace his intake of beer to give him an edge. He was the youngest of the men seated at the table, closer to Yumi’s nineteen years than the thirty or forty years of his companions.
He looked to be about mid-twenties, possibly younger, if Yumi was guessing right. The U.S.A. sure grew some good-looking guys, Yumi thought with a private chuckle. He was tall and well muscled, the kind of build you see on rookie football players or amateur weight lifters. She didn’t realize she’d been gaping at his curly blonde hair and boy-next-door looks until he turned and winked at her, letting Yumi know she’d been caught peeping. His sly look didn’t go unnoticed by the four other poker players. All of the heads swiveled her way, the room suddenly bathed in quiet as they took in the sight of her. Mr. Gillespie smiled drunkenly at her. “Is there something you wanted, Yumi?” He slurred, and her cheeks flared scarlet with embarrassment at being caught gawking. She stammered the first reply that came to her mind. “I, uh, I came to see if anybody needed a soda or something,” she squeaked.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart?” Mr. Gillespie beamed. “No thanks, honey. The football game is about to start, and we’re going to stop giving this man all our money and go watch. Want to come?”
“Uh, not really,” Yumi admitted. “I’d better get back to studying and all.”
“That’s right,” Mr. Gillespie acknowledged. “Well, you study hard then, Yumi. I’ll keep the guys out of your hair.” He rose from the table and the others prepared to follow suit, ready to abandon the poker game in favor of the big screen TV resting in the den. Sighing in disappointment, Yumi made a graceful retreat back to the confines of the kitchen. She opened her book again and tried to focus on the text swimming before her eyes. It certainly wasn’t working for her, trying to study like this. She’d skimmed over only a few paragraphs when the football game began. The cheering started again, this time a little fainter due to the fact that the den was a few rooms away. Yumi groaned as she had to read, then re-read the sentences before her. This was going to go on for another two hours at least. It was going to be a long night ahead.
“Studying hard?” The deep voice made her jump an inch off the stool she was sitting on. Yumi glanced up to see the blonde-haired man standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He was leaning on the frame the exact same way she’d been doing when she watched him play poker, a half-grin tilting up the corners of his full lips. Glancing down at his hands, she saw he carried the deck of cards from the dining room. Yumi glanced up uncertainly at his smirking face, unsure why he chose to wander into the kitchen. Clearing her throat, she jerked a thumb in the direction of the refrigerator. “Soda’s in there if you want one,” she announced.
“I didn’t come for a soda.” He came over, plopping on the stool across from her, on the other side of the small table. “I saw you watching earlier. I thought you might want to play a game of poker while everyone else is busy with the football game.” The man placed the deck of cards on the table between them. He made the offer sound personal, a private secret to share between the two of them. Yumi felt the beginnings of a tingle of excitement flutter in the pit of her stomach as she stared at the stack of wax playing cards. Then she remembered the huge pile of coins and bills the man had won off her father and his friends, and felt her heart sink in her chest. “I don’t have any money,” she confessed sadly, and turned her attention back to her English book. Yumi gasped, totally surprised, when the man reached over and flipped the cover of her study book closed. “That’s okay,” he said with an easy grin. “We can wager for other things.”
“Like what?” Yumi’s curiosity was piqued. In Japan, they’d only played for fun or for money. What would this American suggest they play for? Maybe food? She’d seen a funny sitcom once where the bets were made in pretzels and potato chips.
“Clothes,” the man said, grinning at her even wider. “We can play Strip Poker.” Yumi’s mouth opened, then shut quickly, shocked beyond words. This man wanted to wager his clothes against hers in a poker game? He wanted her to take off her clothes here in the kitchen, with her exchange “father” three rooms over? The offer was both repulsing and exciting to Yumi. Despite the shock of the situation, it did make a little shiver of pleasure run through her body, making her squirm in her seat. Never had she imagined doing something so naughty! She glanced over at him, this time her eyes snaking curiously over his body. What would he look like without those faded jeans, or that silky-looking jersey? Yumi debated in silence, pondering over the desire to play and make him strip and the humiliation she’d suffer if she had to be the one to take off her clothes.
The man took her silence as a “no”, or he wanted her to think that he did. Gathering up the cards, he gave her another carefree grin and sauntered towards the kitchen door. “Enjoy your studying,” he tossed back at her. “I’m going to go watch the game.”
“Wait,” She barked, a little too eagerly. Her face flushed red again as he turned around, eyebrows arched in mock surprise. The chances of her winning were high. Yumi felt she had considerable skill in poker, and besides, she’d seen the three empty beer cans on his side of the table. Even with his skill, his senses had to be dulled somewhat, and she could easily overtake him. It would be so easy to seal the deal, and so it was time to up the stakes a bit. Giving him a coy look, Yumi waved him back over. “What do I get, if I win totally, besides seeing you in our kitchen naked?” The question tickled him the right way, obviously, for he let out a bark of laughter and sauntered over to the table. Setting down the cards on the table and fished in his pocket. Drawing out two twenty-dollar bills, he laid them on the table. “Forty dollars, cash money,” he offered. She grinned, staring down at the money. Forty dollars would buy her a much-needed new outfit at the local mall, money she usually couldn’t afford to spend on anything else but school. It was more than a tempting offer. “Deal,” she chirped, kicking the stool across from her back out from under the table for him to sit on.
“Don’t agree yet,” The man said with his lopsided grin. “You haven’t heard what I want if I win, besides seeing you in your kitchen naked.” Yumi stared up into his blue eyes as he leaned closer to her, bringing his face towards her own as if to whisper a conspiratorial secret. His mouth hovered inches over hers when he finally spoke. “If I win,” he purred, his whisper a hot rush of breath against her lower lip, “I get to take you out to the garage there, and fuck your pretty little Japanese brains out, in any way I want to.” She thought he didn’t have the power to shock her anymore than he already had, but his declaration of the stakes made an involuntary tremble run through her body. She felt hot all over, like she was flushed with fever. It was a high gamble to chance. Yumi wasn’t a virgin, having given her innocence to one of her boyfriends back home before coming to the States, but she certainly wasn’t an experienced woman either.
He was attractive, but to give her body as a bet? That, coupled with the thought that Mr. Gillespie might walk out at any time and catch them made it an almost impossible bargain to take. But there was the forty dollars, and the football game was likely to keep Mr. Gillespie occupied because she was certain he had more cash riding on the outcome. And the fact that she could smell the beer on the man’s breath made her confident of the outcome of the games to come. “Do we have a deal?” He coaxed, intimidating her to make her choice by drawing his tongue over his upper lip in a slow, sexy motion. “Deal,” she croaked, trying not to blush as she stared directly into his hungry eyes. Chuckling with admiration, the man plopped down across from her and pushed the cards across the table to her. “The first deal is all yours, Princess,” he sighed, and settled himself across from her for round one of their wager.
The first deal she made simple. “Five card draw,” Yumi announced as she dealt out from the freshly shuffled deck. “Deuces, One-Eyed Jacks are wild.” As they picked up the facedown cards from the table, Yumi suddenly realized it was going to be a little harder than she anticipated winning this deal after all. The man was hell-bent on distracting her from the goal at hand by any means possible. She schooled her face to be an unreadable mask, but inside she was bursting with joy when she saw not only did she have a pair of twos, but also a pair of Jacks. It looked like a promising hand, until she glanced up and saw his face. He was staring over the top of the cards with the same expression a lion has when it stalks its prey, his blue eyes boring into hers like he was trying to extract the secrets of her soul. She flushed and instead slapped her spare card down on the table, drawing another from the deck. He slid three cards over to her, and she dealt him three to replace it.
“Lay down,” she ordered, and they did so. Her spirits soared when she saw that the first bout went to her.
“Lady luck,” The man murmured, tossing his hand to the table. Reaching down, he grabbed the hem of his jersey, pulling it up and over his head and tossing it down to the floor. The fact that she was going to watch him strip was an added perk of the deal. Yumi’s eyes followed every inch of the fabric sliding up, exposing more and more flesh to her eyes. What a wonderful body he had! She’d never seen its like. His tanned flesh was a cut perfection to her eyes, his stomach bearing the “six-pack” ripple of muscles, his chest a tight swell of toned flesh. She felt a rush of excitement, triumph, and lust gush in a wave over her body. The man’s arms were defined even when he didn’t flex, like the arms of a comic character. Noticing her watching, he grinned and flexed them for her, really making the muscles stand out in bold relief. Yumi drew in a ragged and quick breath, and her loins suddenly felt very tight and hot, a sure sign that there was dampness soon to follow. She squeezed her thighs together and felt a pang of pleasure zip through her, making her squirm in her seat. But then the man gathered up the cards, and proceeded to shuffle them. First round went to her, but it was time to get back down to business again. She still had forty dollars to win.
The second deal was just as lenient. “Seven card draw,” he announced as he shot the cards over to her. “Aces, deuces wild.” As she went to scoop the cards off the table, a cheer erupted from the den again, and Yumi jumped nervously. It reminded her that she needed to get this game over fast, lest her exchange guardian find her doing such naughty things. Her reaction was not lost on her opponent, who laughed low in his through. “A little jumpy, there, baby?” He taunted. “Afraid he might come in and see your naked ass sitting here?” She glared at him, but the fear rested like a coiled snake in her stomach as she picked up the cards. Again she was blessed with a decent hand. A pair of tens and a pair of fours stared back at her. She kept the rest of the cards for good measure, carefully studying his reactions as he discarded, then drew. Again she claimed victory, but the reward this time was not quite so grand. The man stood up and carefully peeled off his socks, one after the other, exposing his feet. That left him with his jeans, and whatever lay beneath.
Yumi breathed a little easier, since she was still sitting in her blouse, skirt, bra and panties. Only two more wins, and the money was as good as hers. Sudden footsteps sounded from the depths of the house. In one fluent motion, the man grabbed his jersey and his socks, slipping through the garage door. He barely made it out and shut the door behind him before Mr. Gillespie strode into the kitchen. “What’s this?” Mr. Gillespie asked, pointing at the cards before her. Yumi’s heart leapt into her throat, but she looked up with her calmest poker face and said, “I couldn’t study, so I decided to play some Solitaire.” Her guardian bought the lie, and he grinned. “That’s good, sweetie,” he boomed. “I won’t bother you long. Just came to get more beer. Say, have you seen Max? He must’ve left the room while we were watching the game, because no one knows where he is.” Max, Yumi thought to herself. That must be her opponent’s name. “I think he said something about going down to the liquor store, Mr. Gillespie,” Yumi lied, covering for him. “I think he wanted something else besides beer.”
“That sounds like Max,” Mr. Gillespie grinned. “Always so picky.” He fished the beer from the bottom of the fridge. The game must have resumed, for the men started up a chorus of calling her guardian’s name. Mr. Gillespie dropped a fatherly kiss on Yumi’s forehead, then stumbled out of the room, heading back for the den. After a moment’s hesitation, the garage door opened and Max came back in. “Whew, good job there, Yumi,” he said with a chuckle. “Close one, eh?”
“At least I know your name now,” she said sarcastically. Yumi couldn’t see how this American could still be so happy, not after they had almost got busted. Her heart felt as though she might go into cardiac arrest, and her limbs trembled violently now that Mr. Gillespie was out of the room.
“True, so there is a good side.” Max plopped down in the chair and pushed the cards over to her. “Your deal again.” Keeping in mind her goal, Yumi fought to get control over her emotions and shuffled the cards.
It couldn’t be. Yumi stared down at the results in shock. The third hand, a little harder one to win to be sure, but one she still should have beaten him in….and she’d lost. Her eyes flicked from the cards to his face. Max was staring at her, not laughing at her. His eyes were an intense blue fire against his tanned face. “What’ll it be, Princess?” He asked her.
“The blouse? The skirt?” His eyes looked pointedly down at her lap across the table. “Maybe a pair of panties?” Yumi hesitated a moment before pushing off of the stool to fork over her price. Her knees shaking with nervousness, fear, and a little excitement, Yumi reached in back of her and unzipped the pleated navy skirt she was wearing. The room suddenly felt about ten degrees hotter, or maybe her body was just burning from embarrassment. Once the metal teeth were all separated, it was an easy task to slip it down over her legs. She looked up and found Max’s eyes riveted on the plain cotton bikinis she wore beneath, and the long expanse of tanned leg she’d just exposed. There was a raw look in his eyes, a heat that echoed the explosion of a blush that went over her whole body.
“Nice,” he acknowledged with a sexy little grin.
“I think you’ll look very nice naked.” His words goaded her back into the task at hand.
“Don’t get too accustomed to it,” Yumi said with a glare, folding her skirt and putting it neatly on the table. “It’s the only thing you’re going to see.” He chuckled at her wit and glanced from her to the cards. “You going to sit down any time today, Yumi? We have a game to finish.”
Luck left her, for she lost again the next round. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him, fearing that he rigged the deal to make her lose a second time. They were even now, and he was looking up at her expectantly, waiting for her to lose her second piece of clothing. Growling low in her throat, she fixed her eyes on the floor as she unbuttoned the mother-of-pearl buttons on her blouse. She slipped free of the soft white cloth, feeling very vulnerable in just her simple white bra and her panties. Losing to Max was starting to be a double-edged sword. On one hand, she feared losing to him, because of the stakes that were at hand. She wasn’t about to give up her body to just anyone. On the other hand, her own body was starting to burn with a fire that had nothing to do with embarrassment or shame.
Each time she lost a piece of her clothing, Max spent long moments looking at her. With each piece gone, his eyes got hotter and hotter. She knew some American men had a thing for Asian women. But the way Max looked at her body made her feel like some sex goddess. She could almost feel him stripping away the two remaining fabrics on her body, and the odd thing was that she almost wanted him to. Staring at her clad in just her underclothes, he met her eyes squarely and reached beneath the table. Her eyes trailed down, following his palm. He cupped his erection with it, situating the half-inflated staff to a more comfortable location. Yumi should have been shocked. Instead, she felt a flood of wetness fill her sex, slowly seeping out to dampen the crotch of her underwear. Beneath the soft cotton cups of her bra, her nipples were slowly coming to life, aching in time to the throbbing of her hidden folds. She didn’t know whether they were becoming puckered because of the air conditioning of the kitchen or the lazy need that was spreading through her body. Sitting back down on her stool, Yumi looked directly at Max. This time, emboldened by the feelings racing through her, she reached over and yanked the cards from his hand.
The empowerment of her lust brought back a little bit of her concentration to her game. There were occasional shouts still from the den, but the thought of interruption no longer feared her. The game was all that mattered now, the goal so close now that they were on the same level. She triumphed again with a three-of-a-kind to his one pair, and got the satisfaction of watching him strip off his jeans. Max was incredible. He watched her face take him in, watching the admiration spread across her features as the metal buttons of his fly came open one by one under his fingers. He pushed the denim to his ankles, stepping out of them one foot after another and dropping the pants on top of the pile of already discarded clothing.
Max’s thighs were bigger than both of Yuri’s legs put together, the sculpted limbs spattered with a thin layer of blonde hair. He wore a pair of white briefs beneath, but they did little to hide the completely erect organ beneath them. Staring at the manhood straining against the underwear, Yumi let out a little moan under her breath. All of him was big; she could see that now clearly. Much bigger than the man she’d given her virginity to, much bigger than any man she’d ever giggled or blushed over. Her mouth was dry at the sight, but her undies were saturated with her lubrication. Her sex gave an involuntary spasm of longing, a gasping plea of wanting to be filled by that monstrous organ.
The fabric where the head of his impressive member was so gratuitously outlined was wet, evidence of his excitement and aching. Her body trembled at the thought, and she felt her soul lift up triumphantly. She had him! There was no way he could beat her now. The forty dollars was hers, and she would get to see that glorious sex without the annoying scrap of underwear blocking her view. Elated, Yumi taunted him. “Still want to continue?” She purred, leaning across the table. She mimed the way he’d done to her earlier, whispering against his mouth. Yumi felt like a wanton woman, but it felt good. Her inexperience didn’t matter now. She felt liberated, empowered, naughty and triumphant. In a bold move, she leaned forward and licked his mouth with a quick dart of her little pink tongue. “I’ll let you back out now.”
“Not on your life,” Max growled, staring up into her hazel eyes with every emotion he felt at the moment. “I plan on having you, out in that garage. I’m going to fuck you in that convertible Mustang of Gillespie’s. I’m going to make you drench those seats when you come.” To punctuate his promise, he reached up and tweaked one of her nipples, the hardened bud rolling easily beneath his strong fingers where it strained against the cloth cup of her bra. She gasped loudly, her body bucking with the sensation that ripped through her like a jagged knife. “Sit down and let me deal.”
Yumi couldn’t believe it. She lost. Again, when it was so crucial. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she glanced over at Max. He was waiting smugly for her to choose, her bra or her panties. And now it put her equal again, and gave her no room to lose the last round. If she did, she was out the forty dollars, and she was going to be forced to give her body. With the way she felt at the moment, she was probably going to give her body to him anyways, but at least if she won it would be on her terms. But if she lost, it would give him license to take her where and how he wanted, forcing her to admit him as the better.
The bra was the lesser of the evils; she wriggled free of the straps and, closing her eyes for bravery, yanked the cups down and twisted the cloth around so she could undo the hook-and-eye closures. Free of their restraints, the small globes of her breasts barely sagged. When she opened her eyes, she was standing down at them, the mounds the same golden shade as the rest of her, their crests proudly standing in puckered and bold relief out from her body. The buds were dark pink, almost a maroon, and thick compared to the small mounds they crowned. Yumi didn’t even look up to see Max’s reaction to this humiliation. Her body announced for her that she was intensely aroused. She reached for the cards, and prayed to whatever divine being inflicted this madness up on her to take up this bet that she won the final deciding factor. The final hand was Five Card Stud, winner takes all so no wild cards. She bit her lower lip, feigning disappointment, but inside she was screaming. Three Aces. She landed three Aces. Let’s see him top that, she grinned to herself. Slapping the cards down on the table, she snorted in victory. “Ha!” She snorted, triumph waving over her.
“Show me your hand.” Max’s blue eyes flicked from the hand she laid on the table, to the hand he clutched in his fingers. He smiled, slowly and deadly in his intent. Placing them one by one on the table, he revealed that she had not won at all. He had the deal of all deals, the million-to-one suit that crowned the top of the Poker rules. She had lost. The forty was forfeit, and she was his to do as she pleased. Her first reaction was to flee. Gathering up her clothing in a mad dash, Yumi prepared to flee for her room at the back of the house. She’d lock herself in, until this man and his bet were gone. She’d only taken three steps when he called lazily, “Do you want me to tell your guardian what bet you owe me, Yumi?” She stopped, going rigid, still wearing the panties she should have shed as her losing dictated. He moved behind her, quick as a cat, grabbing her wrist. “Bring your clothes to the garage with you, sweets,” he purred. “We can’t have Gillespie finding the evidence before I’ve had my way with you.” He gathered all his clothing and headed out into the garage. Yumi closed her eyes, drew in a ragged breath. His. She was his now, for whatever devious thoughts he had in mind. All she would have had to do was say “No” to his bet in the beginning, and she wouldn’t be in this situation.
But greed had trapped her, and now if she left, she was going to have to face her guardian and risk being sent back to Japan. Turning on her heel, she followed Max out to the garage, shutting the door behind her with a click. He had dumped his clothes in the front seat of the Mustang, and she did the same, piling them on top of his. Closing her eyes, she turned his way. “Okay, you won,” Yumi sighed in defeat. “Do what you want with me.” Her body was rigid, tingling. Despite her still-evident arousal, she was scared of what he might request of her, and she was trembling.
“Such a martyr,” Max chuckled. “Don’t worry, Yumi. I don’t like my women unwilling. Whatever I do to you, you’ll be begging me for it by the time I do it.” He gripped her chin in his hand, and kissed her on the mouth. The first kiss was soft, coaxing. It was meant to quell her fear somewhat and start her on the pathway to excitement. Those full lips were parting her own, his tongue slipping inside to taste her, touch her, and massage her. Yumi didn’t know how long the kiss went on. She couldn’t say when exactly she stopped resisting and started kissing back. She did know by the time they stopped to take a breath, her hands were coming up around his neck and she was crushing her body against his for the next kiss. Anticipation had heated their blood, and Max wasn’t about to waste all night savoring her and risk getting caught. He wanted her hot, but he wanted her frantic too. He had plans for the dusky-skinned little Asian he held in his arms, on the verge of leaving her teens but still quite the young and innocent beauty.
“Open your eyes, Yumi. Watch me, watch me.” He pressed her back against the door of the Mustang, getting to his knees. With her hazel eyes watching every move, he reached up and pulled her thighs apart. Looking up at her, he watched her pupil grow large, her body shudder with delight as he traced the crotch of her panties with one finger, pressing only hard enough to feel the pouting lips of her nether mouth. She was wet from their bout of Strip Poker, wet almost to the point of gushing. Her underwear was soaked with the evidence of her arousal. He traced up and down gently, still watching her, until her hands were grabbing at his blonde curls and her mouth was open for her hot, little panting breaths.
Without warning, he pushed a single finger past the barrier of cotton, plunging into her. The lubrication made it possible to slide his finger in with a smooth motion. She was tight, so impossibly tight, and hotter than anything he’d ever felt. It was as if her sex had gone into meltdown. He pulled out his finger and pushed it in again, miming what his body would later do to her, a promise of things to come. Yumi’s knees almost buckled when he withdrew his hand and pulled the cotton panties down, exposing the tight, black nest of curls and the glistening lips of her sex. The nether mouth was the same dark red shade as her nipples, but it shone in the garage light like a maroon satin sheath.
“Now me, Yumi,” Max ordered, and got to his feet. She did the same, peeling back the thin fabric, partially doing it for herself and partially because he bade her to. His tumescence made her moan. He was thick, almost so thick she couldn’t cup her fingers around him. She drank in the perfection of him with her eyes, the satiny swell of the shaft, the dominant pink head, and the soft sacs that dangled beneath. Yumi had the sudden impulse to lean forward and kiss the head of that impressive organ, and did just that. She was yanked up by a fistful of her thick, black hair.
“No,” Max rasped. “No kiss. When I spend, I want to come in your body, not your mouth.” He abandoned her for a moment, sliding into the backseat of the convertible. Yumi followed without being told, the leather seat cold under her naked skin. He told her to turn around so she was facing away from him, squatting over his lap. Yumi grabbed on to the back of the driver and passenger seats for balance, her eyes closing in anticipation. She felt open and exposed in this position. Her sex was easily seen, openly pouting for his viewing, and the bubble-like circles of her rear were pulled tight and firm.
“If I had a condom,” Max purred from behind her, “I’d fuck the hell out of this.” He emphasized what he was speaking of by rubbing three fingers over her dripping flower.
“But since I don’t, I’m going to take you here.” Yumi almost leapt out of the car when she felt a finger press against the puckered hole of her anus. She’d never known a man would want to take his pleasure there. She protested that she wasn’t big enough, that he’d split her in half if he tried. But he chuckled and told her she’d never even know he was there until it felt good to her. Yumi still must have been trembling, for Max patted her on her naked rear lovingly. “I won’t hurt you, Yumi. I’m going to teach you one of the greatest pleasures you’ve ever felt.” She was doubtful, but soon forgot about her nervousness as Max turned his attentions to other parts of her. He plucked her like the strings of a finely tuned violin.
He increased her arousal tenfold, by lightly rubbing her nipples until she sobbed for more in her own voice, by rubbing her hips and her back and her thighs, finding tender spots she never knew she had. Yumi’s thighs began to tremble from the exertion it took to hold her body in the squatting position, and the ministrations Max was doing to her body soon had her skin glowing with a layer of sweat. He played with her sex more, getting her stretched enough to take three fingers, tugging on the lips, and rubbing the swelling nubbin of desire that rested high on her mound.
Gripping her hips, he said, “I want you to feel this in that hot slit of yours first.” Yumi almost fainted when he gently positioned her and lowered her onto his massive member. It stretched her wider than she thought possible, the head rubbing the walls inside, finding spots that both ached with pleasure and begged for more. Her juices squished around him, making a sucking sound as he lifted her off, then slipped her down again. Her moan and his grunt echoed at the same time, and Yumi suddenly felt a new sensation as his finger penetrated her anal passage. It wasn’t painful, a new sensation that she couldn’t put a label on how it felt. Yumi slowly picked up the rhythm on her own, rising and lowering herself onto him with the same motions she’d use to ride a horse. Each time she came down to bury him in her, it felt better and better.
Max was bringing her to new heights of pleasure by rubbing her clit with one hand, bumping her back wall with the head of his sex, and teaching her to take two fingers in the puckered hole of her anus, loosening her up to the lovemaking to come. Every part of her felt so hot, every part of her felt so wet. She was dripping with sweat and her own lubrication, and moaning like a whore as he took her up and up and up. It was like someone was winding a spring inside her body, getting her ready for some great cataclysmic event. Making love to the boy back home had never felt like this. Yumi sighed Max’s name, and he gripped her hips and pulled her off of his organ. He bent her forward a little more so he could thrust against the crack of her rear. Lubricated with the juices of her sex, he slid easily in the furrow, teasing the already stimulated hole while he fingered her flower faster, faster, coaxing her. Yumi went still with a cry, the tension in her starting to break.
Like a whirlwind a heat swept over her body, and she began to shudder violently. Then it happened. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, forcing cries from her throat, the orgasm making her writhe against him in ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of her freefall, Yumi felt a brief, burning sensation, but it was quickly forgotten in the next gush of pleasure. She didn’t know how long it was, but eventually she began to come down off the natural high of her orgasm. She became aware of Max’s hands feeling the small globes of her breasts, and then more to her amazement, she became aware that she was being impossibly filled from behind. He had done it! That thick organ was planted to the hilt inside her back passage, the pain of entry hidden masterfully in the explosion of her first-time orgasm.
Max lifted his hips, testing her depths and to Yumi’s surprise she could feel him, the head of him, pressing against the thin wall that separated her inner folds from her anal passage. He lifted his hips again and she felt it again, rubbing against her inner G-spot even though he was in the opposite passage. She was still shuddering from the aftershocks of her first explosion, yet whenever he moved, she felt the pressure start to coil again. Max slowly pulled his sex out of her anus, then pushed back again. It was a biting pain at first, but the newly stretched mouth opened to take him in, and then Yumi felt nothing but a pleasurable filling sensation. She let him take his strokes first, judging his width and her ability, letting him have control.
But as the strange pleasure-pain grew and grew, Yumi began to impale herself on his shaft, taking herself anally on his organ. Watching her ride him was too much for Max to bear, especially after the stimulation of being inside her tight wet nether mouth while he prepared her for anal plundering. He needed her to come again when he came, and so he began to finger her frantically while she rose and fell on his lap, coaxing her to the brink again. The second orgasm was more powerful than the first, longer and stronger. Yumi’s sex pulsed, empty and aching, but the starfish-shaped mouth of her anus convulsed with pleasure too, drinking hungrily at the thick organ planted deep inside it. She tightened around him like a vice, until his hands gripped her hips furiously and pounded into her with the pent-up passion he’d endured getting her prepared.
Max thrust deep and lifted them both with his final blow, their hips held inches over the leather seat as he moaned in time with her groans. He shot inside her, so deep inside her freshly taken anus, and Yumi’s second coming bled into a third orgasm when the hot cream sprayed in jets against the back wall where her inner pleasure center rested. Filling her with his seed, Max collapsed to the seat of the Mustang, Yumi collapsing on top of him with her body still convulsing through her ecstasy, her over stimulated slit gushing cream of her own onto his upper thighs again.
Somehow they managed to sneak back in after dressing, although Yumi imagined the football game was long over. The other guests had left, and Mr. Gillespie had retired to his bedroom to snore away his stupor. Yumi’s cheeks blushed when she felt Max’s hand pat the back of her skirt as she walked him to the door. Beneath her panties, she was still filled with the proof of their lovemaking, and she felt a tremor of her former passion as she thought about all that they had done. When they got to the front door, Yumi was suddenly shy. She didn’t want to seem forward, asking him to come over again sometime. Maybe it was better to leave it as a one-time event, a lunatic bet that ended out good for the both of them. Noting her sudden silence, Max grinned at her. “Princess, if you ever want to play poker again, give me a call.” Leaning forward, he kissed her roughly, letting her know he was interested in more, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. “Next time, I just might let you win.”
The End