“You’ve never played High-Low?” I asked incredulously. In fact, I knew that none of the ladies sitting before me had played the game, since I was just making it up. Actually, the basic idea came to me some time ago and I had been refining it in my mind as I flew from the East Coast to the Midwest today. Then when nasty weather stopped us halfway, I ended up in the same hotel with the crew (two female pilots and one flight attendant) from our regional jet.
I had chatted up the flight attendant, Annie, on our flight; I encouraged her to sell me a mix of twenty mini bottles of liquor for $50, and she had watched as I filled my otherwise rather empty briefcase. As we were checking in to the hotel, I asked the ladies if they wanted a nightcap in my room. They looked at each other and probably feeling safety in numbers, agreed. We were now sitting in a rough circle in my room as the snow continued to fall outside.
“High-Low is a simple card game, played with a single deck and two jokers,” I explained. “It’s sort of like poker, like a drinking game and like Truth or Dare,” I continued. “It would be easier if I could show you.”
Kia, the co-pilot said, “I’ve got cards—I’ll be right back.” She got up and left the room.
“I’ll get ice for the drinks,” added Lisa, the pilot, and she too left.
Annie turned to me as we sat alone. “Is your game going to get us drunk and rowdy?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“If you want it to, it can,” I said frankly. “If you want it to be tame, that can happen too.”
“Tell you what, if you can get me into Lisa’s pants, I’m willing to help you,” she said matter-of-factly.
I looked at Annie in surprise. She was a very pretty brunette with shoulder-length hair, a cute but petite figure, and great legs. She was wearing her standard-issue airline uniform, complete with white blouse and dark blue skirt. She had shed her jacket and was sitting primly across from me like she had just commented on the weather. “You’re kidding me. I wouldn’t have guessed you swung that way,” I said.
“Oh, don’t get me wrong. I like men too; but I’ve had the hots for Lisa for a couple of years. Have we got a deal?” she added.
“OK, here’s the plan,” I began. “I’m going to describe a game that will sound easy, just a little naughty, but non-threatening. My goal was to get you ladies loosened up and lulled into complacency, while you were getting more and more willing to do almost anything. So just go along with me, and I think we’ll both be getting lucky tonight.”
Just then both Lisa and Kia came back in the room. As Kia opened a new deck of cards with the airline’s logo on the back (of course), I said to Lisa, “Don’t break out the bottles yet—they’re part of the game.”
I watched as Lisa put the ice on the counter. I could see why Annie wanted her, because I did too. Lisa was a classic tall blonde Norse goddess. She and Kia wore the pants version of the airline uniform, but for Lisa her legs looked a mile long. Even with the airline jacket on, I could tell that she had the biggest set of tits of the three. Her hair was in a bun and was so light it was almost white. I glanced at Annie–she was staring at Lisa’s tight ass as she slowly winked at me.
Lisa walked back to the group, unaware of the looks from Annie and me. Kia handed me the cards as I began to explain.
“The game is simple. You get one card. You want to be High for the first hand. The highest card is the Ace of Spades, and the lowest is the 2 of Diamonds. Spades, Hearts, Clubs, and Diamonds is the rank of suits. So a 5 of Hearts is higher than a 5 of Clubs. Got it?” All three nodded.
“What about the Jokers?” asked Kia.
“I’ll get to them in a minute,” I assured her. “Now for the next step. Each person gets one chance to get a new card, but can’t show the discard to anyone else. At the end of the optional draw, we all turn our cards face up. High gets to ask Low to do something or answer a question. That’s the Truth or Dare part. If Low does the task or answers the question, that person then controls the next hand. If they don’t succeed or decide not to complete the task or answer honestly, they need to drink one of those little bottles. And they sit out the next hand.
“Now let’s assume they complete the challenge. Remember I said they are in control. That means that they deal, and more importantly, they choose whether the next hand is High or Low. By that I mean they can, after looking at their card, declare whether High or Low will win the hand. So Annie, say you have lost the previous hand, deal the next hand, and give yourself a 3 of Spades. You then declare Low, don’t have to draw a second card, and can likely be the winner. In that case, the High card is the loser. Any questions so far?” All shook their heads as they considered the ramifications. A loser in one hand could likely be the winner in the next.
“Now to your question, Kia,” I continued. “The Jokers are not only automatic winners, High or Low, but also give the holder the right to challenge all three of the others. So turn it over when you get it. If, by some chance, both Jokers are dealt in the same hand, the first one shown wins. And in addition, the person with the Joker continues to control the next hand. That’s it,” I concluded, looking at the three beautiful women around me. “Want to try it?”
Annie didn’t let the others think about it. “Sounds like fun. We really don’t have anything else to do. I’m sure this storm will sock us in for at least 24 hours, so our pilots,” she nodded at her companions, “don’t need to worry about helping with all the booze Bob bought. I say we play for a while and see what happens.”
Lisa and Kia looked at each other, then shrugged in agreement. This was going better than I could have hoped for. I had all three gorgeous ladies ready to play a game I was making up as I went. And one of them was a mole, ready to accelerate my plans.
“Kia, you be the first dealer,” I said, since she had the cards and was the quietest. Kia was Asian or Hawaiian, I wasn’t sure. She too had her hair up in a bun, but it was black with just a touch of brown. She displayed a great ass in those pants. Since she had left her jacket in her room, I could see that her chest was the smallest of the three.
Kia shuffled the cards a few times, and then dealt to Lisa, Annie, me, and herself. “Remember, you want a High card this time,” I reminded them. “An 8 is right in the middle.”
I had a 10 of Diamonds. “If you want a new card, just discard your card face down” I said. Lisa started a discard pile, while Annie and I kept ours. Kia added hers to the pile and gave a fresh card to Lisa and herself.
“All right, all cards face up,” I said. I showed my 10, Annie had a 9 of Spades, Lisa had a 5 of Diamonds, and Kia had drawn a 3 of Clubs. “I win and Kia loses,” I stated. I knew I had to get the game going but not scare Kia or Lisa off. So I thought a moment, then said, “Kia, you look pretty limber. Take off your shoes and suck your big toe for 30 seconds.”
My thinking was that I would get some clothing off, but under the guise of a physical challenge. It worked as I hoped, as Kia quickly took of her shoes, raised her right foot up, and easily started sucking her pantyhose-covered toe.
“Eeeyew, that’s gross,” Annie laughed, as I counted down the 30 seconds. I thought it was rather sexy, particularly since Kia’s pants pulled even tighter as she sucked. There was a clear camel-toe there.
“Times up, and you get to deal again,” I said. Kia left her shoes off (I didn’t know what I would have done if she had put them back on—maybe created a new rule on the spot), picked up the cards, and quickly dealt.
I got an Ace of Clubs, which would be great if Kia called High. Of course she picked Low. So three of us groaned and got new cards. I showed my 8 of Diamonds, Lisa showed Queen of Spades, while Kia and Annie both had 4’s. Since Annie’s was a Club, she was Low and got to challenge Lisa.
“Lisa, since you still have your jacket on, pretend you’re a stripper and remove it as sexily as possible. Then run outside, go completely around the hotel and return.”
Lisa quickly turned to me and asked, “Isn’t that two things?”
I was silently pleased that she looked to me to be the judge. I replied, “It’s two parts of one challenge. Taking off the jacket is the first part of running around the building in the snow. Just because the method of taking off the jacket is unique doesn’t make it two tasks. In fact, Annie was pretty creative for the first time playing the game,” I added with a much authority as I could muster.
Lisa bought it, reluctantly, as Annie theatrically pumped her fist and hissed, “Yes!” Lisa stood up and started to remove her jacket. “You’d make a lousy stripper. Give us a show,” Annie ordered.
Lisa started to move her hips, lowering and raising the left shoulder of her jacket. She started to strut around, humming the Gypsy Rose Lee strip song. We all joined in as she lowered the jacket to her waist and shook her shoulders in a very nice shimmy. As she finally got the jacket off, she swung it over her head a couple of times and tossed it over to Annie. Annie caught it and put it between her teeth, as if it were a bra or g-string. We all laughed, and Lisa said, “OK, I’ll be right back.” She opened the door and disappeared.
The three of us looked at one another. “Potty break,” I declared and got up. Neither lady stood, so I said I’d be right back and headed for the bathroom.
When I returned, Kia was the only one in the room. “Annie went to her room to get more glasses,” Kia declared.
“Hope she makes it back before Lisa,” I observed.
Just then Annie walked back in the room with 2 more glasses and a small duffel. “Just some supplies for later on,” she said to me with another wink.
Two minutes later Lisa came running back into the room, shoes in hand. A thin layer of snow covered her head and shoulders, and her blouse was soaked enough to be almost transparent. “Brrrr, I need a towel,” she said as she dropped her shoes and headed into the bathroom. When she returned, she was vigorously rubbing her hair, which was now down. As Lisa dealt the next hand, I noted that she looked even sexier with her hair tousled like she just gotten out of bed. We picked up cards and before anyone could react, Lisa squealed and turned over the first Joker.
“OK,” I said, “everyone put your card in the discard pile. Lisa, you can have each of us do something.”
“Does it have to be the same thing?” she asked.
“Yes, within reason,” I answered. “For instance, you could ask each of us to take off an article of clothing. I’d take off my shoes, but Kia would have to pick something else since her shoes are gone. Or if you asked to describe the first time we’d slept with a guy, I’d have to answer ‘Never’. So choose carefully.”
Lisa thought for a few seconds, then said, “All right—each of you pick a bottle from the liquor supply, wait for me to say ‘Go’, then drink it as fast as you can. The last one finished has to run up and down the hallway outside in their underwear.”
No one questioned the dare, so the girls were starting to get into it. I felt the need for clarification and wanted to gauge Lisa’s attitude. “Does the loser get to put their clothes back on after the run?” I asked.
Lisa quickly answered, “Let’s make it interesting—no, they have to leave off whatever clothes they removed.”
We all looked at each other, then rushed over to pick our favorite liquor. I chose tequila, Annie chose vodka, and Kia chose an Irish Cream. We each twisted the caps off and stood in front of Lisa. When she said, “Go,” we each chugged our bottle. Vodka and tequila flowed down throats immediately, but that thick Irish Cream took its time. So Kia finished a second behind Annie and me.
We all laughed at Kia, and Annie put her arm over the smaller girl’s shoulder. “Let’s see some undies, Sweetie,” she whispered as she patted Kia on the rear.
“No one said I had to undress in front of you guys,” Kia said as she headed into the bathroom.
“Seems silly, since she’ll be back out here for us to see anyway,” Lisa murmured as she poured her own little bottle of gin in a glass. Noticing my questioning look, she added, “I figured the rest of you were getting ahead of me. Besides, I’m still cold.” Her blouse had not dried out, and the outline of her rock-hard nipples could clearly be seen.
Annie wasn’t going to object; in fact, she got another vodka–this time over ice–to join Lisa. As the two sipped, I thought about how well things were going. Lisa would be a prime target now for all the rest of us. I was sure she would be in a lot fewer clothes shortly. Annie would find a way to join her, so I had to plan my own strategy. I wanted to show off the chubby I was developing, so the pants would have to go soon. I’d have to get Annie to help me out.
The bathroom door opened at that moment and Kia walked out. She was stunning in matching lime green panties and bra. The panties were French cut and covered her panty hose. “These are underwear,” she asserted, point to the hose. She had obviously put her panties on over them for a reason. If the reason was modesty, she had failed miserably. Even with the extra layer of nylon, there was clearly some serious camel toe going on, as I had noted earlier. She carried her shirt and pants over and dumped them at Lisa’s feet. She turned and quickly walked to the door, stuck her head out, looked back at us and said, “Well, here goes.”
We all ran to the door as she scampered out. We watched her run as quickly and softly as possible down the hall to the left. She reached the end after about 200 feet, turned and jogged back. Her taught body looked great. As she passed us, she stuck out her tongue.
“GO, KIA,” I yelled as she passed. She looked aghast and hurried faster to the right. The hall was even longer that way, and I was surprised that no one stuck a head out to see who was clapping and laughing. As Kia ran back to my door, I closed it. Not wanting to be too cruel, I opened it almost immediately and was treated to her beautiful face going from panic to a look that could kill in the time it took to drag her into the room.
Kia was clearly in good shape, as she was only slightly winded. Her hair, however, had come partially undone, so she pulled it the rest of the way down. Shaking her head, the hair tumbled halfway down her back and was a nice contrast with the colorful underwear.
“Need a drink?” I asked as she headed to the sink where the booze was.
“Yes, but not Irish Cream,” she laughed. She got a glass of ice and added a bourbon. I guessed that she was after some fortification as well.
Lisa looked at me and said, “Even though I’m supposed to deal, I think Kia should since she was the big loser for that round.”
We all agreed as Kia sat down in her bra and panties. Her stocking had developed a run on the inside of her left knee. “I’m going to get you,” she said as she stared daggers at Lisa.
“Hey, don’t be mad at me. I wanted Bob to lose,” Lisa said as she finished her mini scotch.
“Oh, that hurts!” I laughed, looking at a 10 of Hearts.
Kia called High after seeing her card; I wanted a better chance to either win or lose, so I took another card along with Lisa.
We turned over our cards, and I had a 3 of Clubs, Lisa had an 8 of Clubs, Kia had a King of Hearts, and Annie had an Ace of Diamonds. She won and I lost.
Annie rubbed her hands together and licked her lips, hamming it up as we all laughed. “That wasn’t very nice of him to shut the door on you, was it?” she asked Kia.
“No come to think of it, it wasn’t,” Kia replied. “Make him pay.”
Annie thought for a moment. “Here’s the plan. We’ll blindfold you with this,” she held up Kia’s blouse. “One of us will kiss you. You’ll guess whom. If you’re right, you’re done; but if you’re wrong, you remove an article of clothing. You’ll then be kissed again. This will continue until you guess right or you run out of clothes. So I’d keep careful track if I were you.”
Ingenious—the girl had thought of a way for me to truly control the game. I thought of one thing and added, “I know what you each have been drinking so this won’t be hard at all.” I knew they’d quickly drink another, different mini to “confuse” me.
Lisa wrapped Kia’s blouse around my eyes, and I was treated to the faint, pleasant aroma of the garment. I smelled a hint of jasmine and roses. I stood in the center of the room and could see nothing. I heard whispers and bottles being opened. A few moments later, a pair of lips touched mine. They were soft with a hint of bourbon–that was what Kia had been drinking before; but I figured Annie would go first to break the ice. Wanting to be wrong, I tentatively asked, “Lisa?”
No one spoke, but a hand took mine and pointed my thumb down. Ahh, the universal sign for “No”. I bent over, untied my right shoe, and slipped it off. Straightening back up, my hand was again grabbed and my thumb pointed down. “I guess you want the other shoe too,” I said. My thumb was pulled upward. Again I bent over, untied the other shoe, and kicked it off.
I now stood waiting. Another pair of lips met mine. As they moved away, I felt a tongue brush over my lips lightly, a hint of jasmine and coffee lingering. Wow, I thought, that was Kia! If I was right, things were getting interesting. But it could be Annie; she’d tend to be more aggressive. “THIS time it’s Lisa,” I stated, again hoping I was wrong.
My thumb was again pointed down, and I silently breathed a sign a relief. I quickly bent over and pulled both socks off. I stood back up and waited. The next set of lips silently ground mine with an intensity that surprised me. Again, the aftertaste of coffee, but I was sure it was a different girl from the last. If I was right, then this was Lisa. So I guessed, “Kia?”
I was wrong again (or was I right?). “Is my belt an article of clothing?” I asked. My thumb was quickly pulled down. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off, leaving me with just my pants and undershorts. It now occurred to me that I no longer was in control if my internal guesses were wrong. I could easily be naked and “no clothes-er” to identifying those lips.
The next kiss was clearly the same as the second, the tongue wasting no time in probing between my lips and meeting mine in a quick challenge. I was pretty sure I also smelled jasmine AND roses, so it was definitely Kia. “Annie,” I said, wanting to push this a little further.
This time I felt my belt being unbuckled. “I guess that means No,” I laughed as I stood and felt at least two pairs of hands unzip and pull my pants to my ankles. As the fabric passed down my legs, I heard a gasp when my “tiny whities” were exposed. I knew my cock was lying sideways, stretching and wetting the undershorts in obvious arousal. I was not ashamed of my seven inches—it had never disappointed.
I lifted my feet one at a time as someone removed my pants entirely. I now waited for what I hoped was my final challenge. As a set of lips met mine, a hand brushed my hard-on. I sensed that it was the first girl who had kissed me. And if I was right then, it would be Annie. Was she sending me a signal with the cock touch? “Annie?” I asked, this time hoping I was right.
“AWW, so close,” I heard her say as the blouse was removed from my eyes. I blinked to see her join her companions on the couch facing me, all three unabashedly staring at my underwear (or through it).
“I feel like running up and down the hall,” I chuckled as I sat and picked up the remaining deck of cards. I didn’t try to hide my arousal. The girls pulled their eyes away from me to look at the card each was dealt. I gave myself the 4 of Hearts, so I called Low. Everyone groaned and drew. When they turned over their new cards, Lisa had a 7 of Hearts, Kia showed 5 of Clubs, and Annie lost with a Queen of Diamonds. “Another interesting aspect to this game,” I casually said, “Is the opportunity for PAYBACK!” I looked at Annie, rubbed my hands together and licked my lips as she had done to me.
Annie rolled her eyes, sighed, and said, “All right, let’s get it over with.” I think she was silently cheering her good fortune.
“Well, we could do the kissing game again,” I replied, knowing she’d love that, especially with Lisa. “But unlike you three, my lips aren’t as soft and tender, and I’d give myself away too fast. So let’s figure out a variation. Annie, stand up.” I picked up the discard pile and turned it over with the bottom card, the 7 of Spades facing up. “Lisa got the first Joker, and it’s in this pile. You guess how many cards I pull off the top before I get to the Joker. For every card you miss by, you lose one article of clothing. So you give me a number, and we’ll start counting down. If we reach the Joker before you’re number, Lisa and Kia will help you take off clothes until your number is reached. If we reach your number first, they’ll strip you until we reach the Joker.” I figured if she missed either way by more than four, she would have to get rid of bra or panties.
Annie thought for a few seconds. “That was the third hand, so there were at least eight cards. I can’t remember who got a second card, so lets add another four for that. Then I have to figure out if Lisa put her Joker down first or later. I’m going to say first. That means the Joker is card 13.”
The other two girls stared at Annie in amazement. She sounded so convincing that I’m sure they expected that she was right-on. I knew that she was guessing and kind of hoping to be wrong.
I started peeling the cards off the pile. When number 13 showed, it was the 4 of Spades. “Kia, take Annie’s shoes off.” Annie lifted her feet one at a time and Kia took off her shoes.
Card 14 was a 5 of Spades. “Lisa, help Annie with her skirt.” Lisa and Annie stood, and Lisa unzipped the blue garment. As Annie stood still and didn’t help, Lisa was forced to pull the skirt over Annie’s hips and down to her feet. As she stepped out of the skirt, we were all surprised to see that Annie had a garter belt and dark tan hose on over light blue, sheer bikini undies with scattered yellow flowers. Her pubic hair was clearly visible through the thin fabric and looked to be about a one-inch wide landing strip.
Card 15 was the 9 of Hearts. “Kia, take off Annie’s blouse.” Kia stood in front of Annie and began unbuttoning the white shirt-style blouse. Annie held first one cuff and then the other out, then again stood perfectly still as Kia unbuttoned the front. As she pushed the blouse off Annie’s shoulders, a matching light blue bra (with yellow flowers) was exposed. It was so sheer that we could all see Annie’s dollar-size aureole capped by half-inch stiff nipples.
Card 16 was the Queen of Clubs. “You both can undo the stockings and take them off,” I said. “When you’re done, the garter belt comes off too. It’s part of her stockings.” Lisa and Kia knelt on either side of Annie, unclasping the garter hooks and rolling the stockings down in unison. Annie stepped out of one then the other. Kia unhooked the garter belt and Annie finally stood in her panties and bra. It was clear that she was getting excited–her nipples were poking out a good half an inch beneath that thin bra.
Card 17 was the Joker, and I groaned. Annie turned, wiggled her flowered ass at us, and walked to the sink. “I could use another drink. Anyone else thirsty?” We all took a break, fixed our favorites, and sat back down. I now stared at two gorgeous women in their lingerie, and a third that I could hardly wait to see that way. My cock was rock hard and threatening to peek out over my undershorts. We casually discussed the continuing snow as Annie dealt the cards. I looked at a 2 of Hearts as Annie called High. Kia and I took a second card. I turned over a King of Diamonds, Kia drew a Queen of Hearts, Annie had the Ace of Hearts, and Lisa had kept the 10 of Clubs. Annie had won and Lisa had lost. I was really interested in seeing where this would go.
Annie already had her plan. “Lisa, I’m going to ask you to do something. If you can’t do it, you will take off an article of clothing, and I get to ask you to do something else. This will continue until you do what I ask or lose all your clothes.”
In the spirit of fairness, I added, “Remember you can decline at any time and sit out a hand. But then what fun would that be?”
Lisa said, “Hey, I’m winning. I’ll take my chances.”
Annie said, “All right, let’s get started. Lisa, do the splits.”
Annie must have known this was impossible for Lisa, because the blonde just sighed, stood up, reached behind her, and unzipped the pants. She shimmied them down her hips and stepped out of the damp garment. Her blouse covered what looked like a black thong.
Before Lisa could sit, Annie added, “Stand on your head for one minute.” This time, Lisa figured she might as well try, so she got down on all fours, bent forward, and raised those great legs in the air. Before she toppled over, her shirt fell to reveal the thong as well as the bottom of a sheer tan bra. But topple she did, and after a couple of tries, she stood again, unbuttoned her shirt, and removed it. She stood proudly, displaying a pair of 36D tits that would make any stripper envious. I hoped Annie had at least one more challenge that Lisa wouldn’t or couldn’t do.
Annie surprised me with her next demand. “Take these scissors,” she said as she reached into the duffel and pulled out a small pair of manicure snips. “Go into the bathroom and clip as much of your pubic hair as possible. I’ll go with you to make sure you don’t cheat.” I couldn’t understand how Lisa could cheat, but I was silent. Lisa thought about it for a few seconds, then shrugged. Kia and I watched the pair walk into other room.
I looked at Kia as I got up for another drink. I caught her looking at my covered cock as I stood. I smiled, snapped the top of my underwear to get her attention, and asked, “Can I get you anything while I’m UP?”
Kia laughed. “How about a High Ball?”
“Ha, ha! I get it,” I said as I went to the liquor supply. I found two tall glasses, emptied a bourbon into one and gin into the other, then added some water to each and returned. “Best I could do,” I said as I stood before her with a glass slightly to each side of my boner. She reached out and “accidentally” scraped my cock with her nails as she took the drink on the right.
“I’m sure it will go down fine,” she murmured. We sat and sipped, patiently waiting for the other two girls to return. Kia had been sitting with her knees drawn up since her hallway run. The tear in her nylons had run from her knee to her inner thigh. Now she leaned back against the couch with her legs splayed out on either side of the discard pile. Her right foot was close enough to touch, so I reached out and picked it up, asking, “Would you like a foot massage?”
She didn’t object as I started to knead the ball of her foot, placing her heel on my chest. That pulled her even further away from the couch, and her head now rested on the floor. I moved my thumbs down her arch and back to her toes. She sighed contentedly as I worked the toes one at a time through the nylon. The nails were painted a brilliant red and were immaculately trimmed. As she moved to bring her other foot up for rubbing, I saw a wet spot had formed in the crotch of her panties.
I finished her left foot while she kept her right on my chest. I kept both feet together and rubbed up and down the backs of her calves. Leaning forward, I gently kissed the tip of each big toe, and then licked. Kia moaned and looked at me pleadingly. I was just about to take them into my mouth when the bathroom door opened and Annie walked out with Lisa.
Kia quickly pulled her feet back to the floor as they approached. “Looks like you two were having fun,” Annie said as they sat down.
“OK, what did we miss?” I asked.
“We need a judge’s decision,” stated Annie. “Lisa took her panties off, so I think she needs to keep them off.”
“She ordered me to pull them down,” argued Lisa.
“OK, let’s hear the full story,” I said.
Annie explained that she had Lisa sit on the edge of the tub. Lisa pulled her panties as low as possible in the front and trimmed her hair really well. When her tummy was only stubble, she pulled each side of her panties to the side and carefully cut the hair away from the sides of her pussy. Annie told her that she did an excellent job but wasn’t done. Lisa had to trim the hair below her pussy and above her asshole. Annie told her she’d have to pull her panties down to do that. Lisa stood, pulled them down to her ankles, and squatted so she could get at those final hairs. “That’s why I think she should take them off now,” Annie concluded.
Annie held out her hand. It contained a significant wad of light blonde, silky hair. Lisa blushed as Kia and I looked from the hand to her thong. “Damn girl, where were you hiding all that?” I asked. Then I turned to Kia and said, “You be the judge this time. What do you think?”
Kia quickly overcame her surprise that I would leave the decision to her. “She can leave them on. For one thing, it was Annie’s demand; and second, Lisa never actually took her panties off since they were still on her ankles.”
“The judge has spoken,” I intoned. Annie sighed dramatically and the rest of us laughed at her as Lisa picked up the dwindling deck of cards and dealt.
I was just recalling that the second Joker hadn’t been dealt as it appeared in my hand! “Well, well,” I murmured as I lay it on the table for the girls to see. “Couldn’t have happened at a better time.” I looked at the three women, all in bras and panties. “I could ask you to take off all your underwear, but what fun would that be. Instead, you girls get together and decide whether the last Jack discarded was a one-eyed Jack or not. If you’re right, you’ll only lose the bras. If you’re wrong, you lose both bras and panties.”
The girls huddled across from me. After a short whispering session, they quickly sat back as Annie announced, “It was a one-eyed Jack.”
I started back through the discard pile until I reached the Jack of Diamonds, which stared back at us with both eyes. I looked up and laughed at the girls’ feigned disappointment. “Bras first,” I announced. Kia and Lisa reached behind their backs to unclasp while Annie unhooked hers in the middle. “One at a time, please,” I asked, looking first at Annie. She slowly pulled her blue, flowered cups apart, revealing the soft slopes of her breasts, medium brown aureoles the size of half dollars, and those perky nipples, before finally pulling the bra off her shoulders. I turned my gaze to Kia who was loosely holding her lime green cups over her tits, the straps dangling at her wrists. She lowered her hands to reveal smaller breasts with larger and slightly lighter brown aureole. Her tits were the same color as her shoulders and stomach and the nipples were quickly puckering as they were exposed to the cool of the room. Kia dropped her bra to the side as I turned to Lisa. The blond quickly shucked her tan bra and tossed it to me as her large, firm tits were exposed. They stood proudly on her chest capped by very light, slightly puffy nipples only a couple of shades darker than her very pale breasts.
“Ladies, you take my breath away,” I stated honestly. “I would love to just sit here and stare, but you must fulfill the rest of your task. Now stand facing each other as close as possible,” I ordered. The girls obediently stood, forming a triangle over the cards on the floor. “Closer,” I ordered. As they moved closer with their hands at their sides, each felt a tit from their companions pressing on either side. “Good,” I said, as they stood face-to-face-to-face, inches apart. In this position, they couldn’t see me at all. “Now don’t move or say anything until I tell you to.”
I picked up the scissors and moved behind Annie. I regretted what I was about to do to those cute flowered undies. Pulling the right side of her panties away from her skin, I worked the blue fabric with the small blades until the side was severed and the panties dangled by the left. I moved to Lisa and then Kia, repeating the process on each. For Kia, I sliced through the pantyhose near the seam as well. Other than an occasional clenching of butt cheeks, no one moved or said a word.
“I want each of you to reach behind the girl on your right and hold on to the top of her panties,” I ordered. Each lady reached out with a right hand and felt around until they could grasp the top elastic of the undies. When I was satisfied that all was in order, I took the left side of Annie’s undies and repeated my cutting process. Again, I continued around the circle, leaving each girl with a patch of fabric being held by the companion on her left. Kia’s pantyhose were now loosely clinging to her hips.
“Now pull the panties up and away,” I said. I watched as each girl pulled and at the same time felt their own destroyed panties slipping through their legs. Involuntary gasps escaped from Lisa and Kia as the three tried to maintain their positions in the circle. Finally, Annie held up a swath of black, Lisa raised lime green, and Kia lifted blue fabric with yellow flowers. “Drop the panties and rest your hands on both of the asses next to you,” I said.
Lisa’s ass showed a faint tan line between her back and very pale butt. Kia, whose pantyhose had fallen to the bottom of her cheeks, had a smooth, athletic ass with no tan lines. Annie’s bubble butt showed a thin white “T” where her thong swimming suit had obviously covered. She flexed her cheeks as Kia’s and Lisa’s hands found her.
After I had walked around the circle and finished admiring the backsides of the three flight attendants, I said, “Turn around so that your butts are touching.”
The girls turned to face outward. I had an inkling of what Annie and Lisa would look like. Indeed, Annie’s dark strip of pubic hair started above a shaved, puffy pair of pussy lips and extended two inches toward her belly button. Lisa’s pussy still showed some traces of very light blonde hair above her exposed outer lips. A trace of inner lips poked out with a touch of dew showing. Kia surprised me as she reached down to pull the nylons off her legs. As she stood back up, she proudly displayed a clean-shaven cunt with the largest set of pussy lips I had ever seen. They extended at least an inch and were enticingly wrinkled.
As I again walked around the circle, my cock grew to its full size. I was in front of Annie when I felt it peak out of the top of my underwear. She looked down, turned me to face her, and dragged the elastic top down the rest of the way over my cock, which now sprang forward. “It only seems fair,” she whispered as she knelt to pull my underwear the rest of the way off. As she stood, she scraped her two hands up my inner thighs, across my balls, and over my turgid member before dropping them to her sides.
It was now nearly 1 a.m.; we had all had at least three drinks and were completely naked. I suspected that we could quickly move to an all-out orgy, but the thought of pushing things along more slowly and erotically appealed to me. I knew that I could have any of these women (or all) at any time, but I was intrigued about how hot they could become before we were fully engaged. An opportunity like this doesn’t come along very often. Call it the Perfect Storm, pun intended.
“Next hand coming up,” I said as I turned my back on the girls and walked to the sink, adding, “could anyone else use a drink? We’re only about halfway through the bottles.” I looked back to see the girls looking at each other with a mixture of bewilderment and appraisal, since this was probably the first time they had seen each other completely nude. With a shrug, Annie was the first to follow me to the sink, and the others followed closely behind. I mixed each their requested drink with my slowly shrinking cock propped on the counter for their amusement. I felt an occasional hand on my butt as I worked; each time would cause my cock to regrow slightly. The girls returned to the circle, sitting with their legs splayed out and leaning back in an apparent attempt to appear as immodest as possible. I carried two drinks back, gave one to Lisa and one to Annie, and then returned with mine and Kia’s before sitting down myself. My cock was now dangling between my legs from walking around, but the sight before me was quickly changing that.
After drinking my vodka on the rocks in one giant gulp, I grabbed the cards, reshuffled the deck, and dealt to Annie, Lisa, and Kia before looking at my own card, a 6 of Clubs. “Low,” I said; no one had spoken in several minutes. The atmosphere was now different; no one said a thing as Lisa and Annie each discarded. “Oh, come on. Someone say something,” I pleaded.
“I’ll say plenty if I win,” Annie shot back with a grin as she turned over a 3 of Spades. The other two laughed in agreement and the mood immediately changed. My card joined a 10 of Hearts from Kia and a 7 of Spades from Lisa. Annie won and Kia lost.
“Kia, stand up,” Annie ordered. The dark-haired girl quickly complied, facing the three of us. “Spread your legs.” Kia widened her stance, which had the affect of separating her dangling pussy lips in an inverted V. Annie reached into her duffel bag and pulled out a hot pink vibrator. “I’m going to put this halfway up your cunt. Hold it with your pussy muscles for one minute.” With that, she placed the tip between the dangling lips, found the entrance to Kia’s vagina, and slowly inserted the vibrator. Kia’s knees buckled slightly as the pink toy went in, then she gritted her teeth in an obvious effort to clamp down with her internal muscles to keep the vibrator in place.
Annie sat back with Lisa and me to enjoy the show. Kia’s pussy lips looked like a small first baseman’s glove clasping the pink toy. Her stomach muscles, well defined to begin with, were now tense and even rippling slightly as she held the vibrator in place. As the clock wound down to less than 10 seconds to go, we saw the vibrator start to drop from Kia’s pussy. She felt it slipping as well and somehow found a new set of muscles to hold it in place for the few remaining seconds. When I said time was up, Kia let out a great sigh and the vibrator quickly slid out of her hole to the floor. We looked down at the milky coating that now clung to it.
“Good job, Kia,” Lisa said. “I wonder how long you could hold it if it was vibrating.”
Kia shuttered as she sat back down. “It couldn’t vibrate any harder than I am right now.”
Kia took a deep breath, then passed out the cards for the next round; I got the Ace of Spades as she called High. Lisa and Annie took new cards and I knew, barring a Joker, that I would have one of the three as my victim. It turned out to be Annie with the 5 of Diamonds.
“Let’s see what else you have in that bag,” I said. Annie picked up the bag, turned it over, and dumped out the contents. On the ground among the cards now lay a jar of K-Y jelly, two nipple clips attached to a foot-long chain, a blue silicone double dildo at least 18 inches long, and a small white pocket rocket. “What, no kitchen sink in there?” I asked in mock surprise. Annie looked only slightly embarrassed by the array of goodies. I wondered how that bag made it through airport security.
“Lisa, put the nipple clips on Annie,” I ordered. Lisa leaned forward, picked up the chain, and moved toward Annie’s chest. “Annie, pinch your nipples to get them ready for the clips,” I said. Annie grabbed her breasts and massaged them as she worked her hands to the nibs. She pulled and twisted them with her thumbs and forefingers. They now stood out proud, and Lisa was able to clamp both as the chain drooped between Annie’s breasts. The nipples immediately turned bright crimson in color and looked hard as rocks.
“Now for the rest of your challenge. I want you to swallow this completely,” I pointed to my boner that was now in a perpetual state of arousal, “but you can’t make me cum. If you can’t get me all the way down your throat, or if I cum before you finish trying, you lose and have to sit out a round.”
Annie looked more closely at the object of her challenge. My cock was at its full seven inches and curved slightly toward my stomach. “Lie down,” she directed. I lay back as she straddled my head. She handed me the little pocket rocket. “If you want to keep yourself occupied, this may help,” she offered. I knew she wanted my mind to be on something other than her lips on my cock, but I didn’t have a problem with that.
As she knelt over me in the classic 69 position, I reached up to spread her pussy lips with one hand and turned on the little toy with the other. I felt her mouth descend on my rod as I moved the vibrating white tool through her folds and forward to touch her hooded clit. Her mouth was open as wide as possible to avoid stimulating my cock. I heard Lisa and Kia in the background softly chanting, “Go Annie, Go; Go, Annie, Go.” She seemed to be making good progress despite my manipulation of her clit, which now was fully out of its hood and enjoying the vibrations of the pocket rocket. At one point, she gagged and quickly lifted off to cough and catch her breath, but then dropped back down to continue.
Even though I was keeping myself busy working on Annie’s pussy, I couldn’t ignore the feeling of her throat as it encircled first the crown and then the sensitive skin at the top of my shaft. Annie was trying to keep her oral movements to a minimum, but each was magnified by the super sensitivity of my organ at that point. I increased my attention on Annie’s pussy and was rewarded with first one, then a second, drip of nectar. I used my finger to wipe away the liquid, and then sucked it off with a loud smack.
Finally I felt her lips nestle into my pubic hair. I was now buried fully in her throat while Lisa and Kia cheered their co-worker. Annie carefully lifted off my cock, and with a final tweak of the pocket rocket I let her dismount from my head. “That was a first,” she admitted, clearing her throat a couple of times as she returned to her seat and picked up the cards. “I’ve sucked cock before, but never been able to deep-throat. I think it helped to have you play with the little man in the boat.”
I looked at my dick coated with Annie’s saliva. It was still blood-engorged from her throat and there was a faint hint of lipstick near the base. Annie saw me looking down and commented, “If that thing gets any bigger, it’s going to burst on its own.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said. In truth, I couldn’t remember ever seeing it this size. It ached like a son-of-a-gun, but it was a good ache.
Annie passed out the cards and called Low. I got the 10 of Clubs, and Lisa and I took new cards. Annie won with the 3 of Spades and Lisa lost with the Queen of Hearts.
Annie was now in the position to fulfill her fantasy. “OK, Lisa, pinch those titties and get them ready for these,” Annie ordered, indicating her nipple clamps that she was now removing. Lisa did as directed, and her nipples ended up turning bright red with the clamps sticking straight out. We could see that Annie knew that this somewhat grotesque position provided maximum pressure on the nipples. Lisa was clearly new to this form of exquisite torture was almost in tears from the sharp pain of the nipple clamps.
“Now pick up the vibrator, lick off Kia’s juices, and coat it with the K-Y jelly,” Annie next directed. Lisa reached down for the pink vibrator and gasped as even more blood flowed to her tits. She quickly stood and reached under each breast, gently lifting them to ease the throbbing pain. She tentatively licked the vibrator, and then sucked it thoroughly when she found the taste almost pleasant. Feeling sorry for her, I picked up the jar of lubricant, opened it, and handed it to her. Lisa pulled two fingers through the jar and spread the jelly on the vibrator.
Annie continued as she sat back down, “I’m going to lie back. You’re going to kneel over my head. I’m going to put the vibrator in your ass and turn it on. I’m then going to use this,” she held up the pocket rocket, “to take your mind off the vibrator. You can use this,” she held up the double-headed dildo, “to distract me for the 5 minutes of this challenge. Any questions?”
Remembering my last challenge to her, I had one. “What happens if either of you cum?”
Annie quickly answered as she lay back on the carpet, “Nothing. I’m going to see how many times I can make Lisa cum, and I hope she does the same.”
Lisa was looking at the silicone dildo. “Can I use both ends?” she asked.
“Yes, but only one per hole,” Annie laughed.
Lisa walked around and placed a foot on either side of Annie’s head. She eased herself down, handed the vibrator to Annie, and picked up the dildo. Lisa was now on hands and knees with her ass facing away from us. Both Kia and I moved around to get a better view as Annie placed the pointee end of the vibrator against Lisa’s sphincter. As she pushed with more force, the tip entered and opened Lisa’s butt hole. Annie pulled back and reinserted the vibrator a couple of times to release the pressure; with the lube, it became quite easy as Lisa began to relax her anal muscles. Finally the vibrator was buried in Lisa’s ass except for the control, which Annie now turned. A deep humming could be heard as Lisa squealed. If Annie hadn’t been holding the vibrator in place, I’m sure Lisa would have shot it three feet.
Lisa’s arms collapsed and her head fell to Annie’s crotch. Annie lifted her knees, spread her legs, and provided a cradle for Lisa’s face. As Annie picked up the pocket rocket, Kia saw that Lisa needed help in finding the dildo, which had slipped out of her hand when she fell forward. She moved back to the card pile and knelt down face-to-face with Lisa, between Annie’s legs. I watched as she lifted Lisa’s head so that her chin came off Annie’s dark bush and kissed the blonde with surprising intensity. Lisa returned the kiss and they locked tongues.
Annie reached back and grabbed my foot to get my attention. She winked and pointed to the vibrator, indicating that I should take charge of that while she worked the pocket rocket. I leaned forward and began to slide the humming toy in and out of Lisa’s asshole. As I would slide it out, I would move the control end in an ever-growing circle, stretching the hole each time. When it was buried to the hilt, I would twist it to increase the friction deep in her bowel. Pulling out fully, I saw the hole gape for a moment before slowly closing to a cute puckered target. The vibrator went back in with little or no resistance.
I could see Annie working on Lisa’s cunt when the pocket rocket would come into view as she moved from the clit to the vaginal opening. The hum from that toy, competing with the vibrator, would change pitch as Annie worked it around Lisa’s pussy. Annie would occasionally lift her head to lick at the moisture forming in the opening and running down the inside of Lisa’s thigh.
Since Lisa’s head was in the way, all I could see in front of me was Kia’s cute butt sticking up and wiggling as she and Lisa worked on Annie. Sliding the vibrator in one last time, I brought Annie’s free hand up to hold it in place so I could see what was happening. As I moved around, I saw that each girl had an end of the dildo. Lisa pumped hers in and out of Annie’s cunt while Kia was working hers into Annie’s ass. They had set up a rhythm so that one would push while the other pulled. Lisa’s hair was matted to her head; she had clearly had multiple orgasms from the combination of nipple clips, asshole reaming and pussy manipulation.
I moved behind Kia and looked at that beautiful cunt with huge lips dangling open. Her gaping hole and inner flesh provided a perfect target that I entered in one motion. I held still for a moment and let her get used to the fullness, then began to pump. After a tentative touch at her asshole got a slight wiggle of her hips, I spread her cheeks and worked my two thumbs slowly in. This allowed me to pull the sides open as I continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. I now could see into her ass and could watch the inner flesh move as my cock moved back and forth.
When I felt those inner muscles clench and saw the flesh deep in her ass start to pulse, I knew she was cumming. I couldn’t hold back as the first pulse of jizz shot out of my cock. Again and again I felt my cum enter her, until I finally fell away in a sex-induced haze.
I lay there panting for at least a minute, listening to the buzzing of vibrators and the moaning of women. When the noises died away, I rolled over to see the girls in the last stages of their own orgasms. Annie had dropped the hand holding the pocket rocket at her side and was using the other to pinch and pull at her left nipple. The vibrator had fallen out of Lisa’s ass and was lying next to Annie’s head, still humming.
Lisa and Kia were again kissing, this time with one end (I’m not sure which) of the dildo between their lips. Kia had rolled over on her side, and was gently tugging on the chain, stretching Lisa’s now-purple nipples. I lay with my head less than a foot from Kia’s fine ass. I could see my white cum leaking out between those amazing pussy lips. Her asshole continued to throb involuntarily.
“I think it’s your deal, Lisa,” I groaned.