A Friendly Game of Strip Poker

Leila turned around and, like Maria, looped the straps of her bra over her shoulders. Mark unabashedly sat forward, but no one seemed to notice but Maria. She smiled to herself as she saw Leila struggling with getting the clasp undone behind her. "Here," she said, "let me help you with that." She reached behind Leila and in a deft movement unhooked the bra, and felt it fall to the ground. She sat back and looked at Mark, who was staring at Leila's suddenly free and bouncing breasts. It was a sight he'd dreamed about for a long time, and she wondered if he found it to be as good as it was in his fantasies. Looking at Leila's tits, Maria figured it was probably better. Her breasts were large enough to give a man a good handful, and her skin was smooth and creamy with large, dark nipples. Maria almost wanted to reach out and touch them herself.

Leila stuck her chin out and pushed the cards towards Maria. "Well," she said, "are we still playing?" Maria didn't know if she could go through one more hand - the breeze was gently wafting against her skin, and she was sitting there looking at her friends all much more undressed than she had ever imagined she would actually witness. Her crotch was beginning to tingle, and she knew could feel the heat rise up through her body. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Just one more hand. Then she figured there was a good chance she'd get the action she so desperately wanted...

Maria was feeling pretty hot and bothered at this point, and she was ready to push the envelope. "I don't suppose anyone wants to stop now, do they?" She looked around at each of them with a raised eyebrow, daring them to back out. "After all, we've come this far." She locked eyes with Carl as she said this.

Mark jumped in to support his girlfriend. After all, he had a stake in this too. "What do you have in mind dear?"

She smiled mischievously. "Well, how about instead of playing a full hand, we simply draw out of the deck, and whoever draws the highest card gets to demand whatever they like from anyone."

Leila and Carl exchanged somewhat anxious glances. It was obvious that they were thinking the game was going to wind down at this point. "I don't know," Leila said uncertainly. "I think that might be going too far."

Maria was eager to keep them in the game, so she smiled reassuringly at Leila. "I totally understand. Would you feel any differently if we said that touching can only occur above the waist?"

Leila looked even more shocked. "You didn't say anything about touching! I don't know how I feel about this."

Carl looked at his girlfriend and smiled. "Hey babe, what can it hurt? We're all friends, so we can stop as soon as it gets uncomfortable."

"Don't do anything you don't want to Leila," Maria said. She looked over and smiled at Carl so that he knew without a doubt that he was missing out on a wild time. Maria knew she was walking a fine line, but she also knew the value of good old fashioned competition. Besides, she hadn't come this far to let Carl slip through her grasp. And she knew the fucking she'd get later if Mark got his hands on Leila would be out of this world.

Leila looked between Maria and her boyfriend, and with a shy glance at Mark, she said "OK, no touching below the waist."

"Great, I'll shuffle." Maria took care of the cards and passed the deck to Leila to draw her card. She picked up the six of spades. Carl drew next, the ten of hearts. Mark drew the two of diamonds, and then Maria took her card. She looked at the jack of spades before she laid it down in front of her. "I guess I win" she said softly, and raising her eyes she locked onto Carl with a sly smile. "I guess that means I get whatever I want?"

"Uh oh," said Mark, "she's insufferable when she's winning!" He smiled reassuringly at Leila.

Carl met Maria's gaze with a surprising amount of heat, considering that his girlfriend was sitting next to him. "I'm not a sore loser -- what are you looking for?"

"I've been waiting too long for those boxers...time to strip!" Maria looked over at Leila. "Well, as long as Leila doesn't mind."

Leila looked a little unsure, but she smiled bravely. "Hey, I'm proud of my guy, might as well let you see what I'll be going home with tonight!"

Carl stood up and tucked his thumbs inside the waistband of his navy boxers. He was slightly red-faced, and pulled them down quickly. Maria followed their path down to the floor, and then raised her eyes as he straightened. Here eyes instantly found what she had been so curious about. He was aroused enough that his cock hung down for all to see, not shy at all. Maria felt herself blush slightly, and as Carl sat down she glanced over at Mark rather sheepishly. Mark looked back benignly at her, giving his ok with his eyes. She felt like she'd just received a warm hug -- they really were in this together.

"OK, Leila it's your turn to shuffle." Maria passed the cards over to her friend. Leila looked at Carl and smiled, obviously proud of her guy. She shuffled the cards quickly and passed them to Carl, who took a seven of clubs. As she leaned over to offer the deck to Mark, her breasts swayed heavily. Mark closed his eyes briefly, uttered a sigh, and took the Ace of hearts. Maria grinned widely as Mark glanced at her. She nodded briefly, happy to give him what she knew he had dreamed about for so long. She wasn't entirely good hearted though; she knew just how much this was going to turn him on. She took her card quickly, the nine of spades, and sat back to watch the show.

"Well Mark, I guess you won," Leila said, looking a bit apprehensive. She wasn't blind; she knew that Mark had been eyeing her tits for the entire evening. "What are you going to ask for, and from whom?"

Mark leaned across the circle and drew his body closer to Leila. She looked over at Carl, and then back at Mark, unsure of what to do or where to look. Mark slowly reached up and ever so gently brushed Leila's hair back from her shoulder. His hand ever so softly touched the soft skin of her neck, and Leila closed her eyes in anticipation, and then appreciation of his touch. Maria knew just what Leila was getting, and she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit jealous. But this passed quickly when she remembered who Mark would be sleeping next to that night.

Mark wasn't done with this simple gesture. He slid his hand gently from the back of Leila's neck, down over her shoulder, and trailed his ginger down her breastbone, between her big, heavy tits. He then took both hands and cupped them under Leila's hanging breasts, letting them sit in his hands. Leila tensed slightly, but let out a soft, shuddering sigh as Mark rubbed his thumbs gently across her rapidly hardening nipples. Just what was happening in Mark's pants," Maria thought amusedly. She looked behind Mark at Carl, who was watching Mark and Leila intently. Maria shifted in place to get his attention, and then moved so that her tits were at their full advantage. She figured that Carl couldn't help but get the message from that, and judging from the way his gaze was fixed on her, she must have been right.

She turned her attention back to Mark, curious to see how far he would go. She wasn't disappointed. He leaned in closer to Leila, and as he continued to ever so gently massage her breasts, he lightly kissed her neck, and then made his way down with soft little kisses until, holding her breast in his hand, he reached her right nipple. Leila's head was tilted back, and it was obvious she was in another place entirely. Maria smiled to herself at her lover's expertise in that regard. Mark's tongue flicked over Leila's nipple, sending fresh shudders through her body. Mark slid his hand around to her back, to support her, as he trailed his tongue in slow circles around her nipple, finally settling his entire mouth on it and sucking gently. Leila's back arched and she moaned softly. Mark moved to give the same treatment to her left nipple, which elicited a more heated moan. After gently teasing her nipple with his teeth, he pulled away, and after a soft kiss on Leila's cheek, moved back to his place.

As Leila slowly came back to herself, Mark looked over at Maria for approval. She grinned and looked pointedly at his crotch. He blushed slightly and nodded, but she didn't need him to tell her that his pants were positively bulging. Carl cleared his throat to break the spell that seemed to have settled over the room, and Maria noticed that he was looking at Leila with some concern.

"How are you babe," he asked, his attention solely on Leila at this point. Maria had to give him that, after all, this was his girlfriend, and her welfare was most important to him.

Leila opened her eyes and seemed slightly dreamy. But she came back to herself quickly, and looked at Carl questioningly. He smiled and patted her hand, and this seemed to be their signal that everything was ok. She smiled back at him and finally looked at Mark with some amount of confidence, her head held high. Maria was pleased to see her friend finally let loose and enjoy herself.

"Well," Maria said, addressing the group. "Who's up for continuing? I know I'm not nearly satisfied yet..."

"I have an idea," said Mark suddenly. Maria's eyes darted up to his with surprise. This wasn't what she had remembered of the plan. She hoped that the very clear swelling in the front of his boxers hadn't gone to his head. She cocked her head and waited.

"Now that we're all warmed up, it would be a shame to stop. I think that whoever wins the next draw should get to pick the partners, and then each couple has forty minutes in private. Kind of like spin the bottle. One couple can go into the bedroom, and one can stay out here. The rules will be anything goes, except penetration of any kind. What do you think?" He looked around a little nervously, and Maria could tell that it had taken some amount of courage to suggest this.

"I like it," she said, "but I don't think we should go in separate rooms. Let's leave everyone here, so that we anyone can call a stop to it right away. Less chance for jealousy that way too -- everyone will know what everyone is doing." Maria was happy to support her guy, and she liked this idea. No matter how the partners were paired off, the energy in the room would be out of control.

Leila and Carl looked at each other, and it was obvious to Maria that they had never considered this possibility before. She felt a bit guilty that she and Mark had sprung this on them, but then again, it was kind of now or never.

Carl cleared his throat. "I don't know guys, I mean, don't you think that's going a little far?" He looked over at Leila with a concerned look. "I mean, Leila and I aren't really into this kind of thing, you know?"

Leila looked at Carl intensely for a minute, and then back at Maria and Mark. She seemed torn, and Maria could completely understand the tug of war between desire and discomfort. Finally she nodded. "I'm game. Carl, you don't have to look out for me. If you're in, then I'm in."

Carl looked shocked, but recovered quickly. "OK honey, yeah, I'm in too. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Leila nodded again as she shuffled the cards. She dealt a card to each. Maria took the three of clubs, Mark the ten of clubs, and Carl the six of spades. Maria was practically trembling with anticipation. She knew what was going to happen if Mark won.

Leila flipped her card over and Maria's heart fell just a bit. The queen of hearts. Figures, she thought. That's what you get for relying on a game of chance. She and Mark smiled at each other. No matter how the night ended now, they knew they'd had a good time, and gone farther than they had expected.

All eyes turned to Leila. She looked up, meeting their eyes in turn. "Well, I guess the final play is mine." Suddenly she smiled mischievously. "Mark, I want some more of what you gave me earlier. Carl, I know you've been eyeing Maria all night, and vice versa, so go have a little fun."

Maria looked at Mark, in shock. Carl seemed to be staring at Leila with the same sense of disbelief. Mark looked like he'd just died and gone to heaven. He glanced over at Maria and gave her a wide grin, but before he could say anything, Leila had stood up and walked over to him. She reached her hand down, and he took it. Standing up, they walked over to the other side of the room, next to the couch and sank to their knees. Maria was still watching when she felt a movement at her side.

"I guess this means that we've got some time to kill," said Carl, sitting down next to her. Maria's attention was pulled away from her boyfriend, and onto Carl. Although she desperately wanted to watch what was going on, she also knew this was not just Mark's chance for some fun, but hers as well. She certainly hadn't forgotten the sight of Carl's cock, and her eyes went there now. Drawing them up to Carl's face, she smiled and said, "Yes, I guess we do."

She shuffled over to his naked body, and put her hands on his shoulders. She felt him tremble beneath her touch. She brushed her lips against his neck and teased his earlobe with her tongue. "Don't be shy Carl," she whispered huskily in his ear, "I've wanted you for a long time."

Putting her arms around him, Maria pressed her body closer to his and kissed him full on the mouth. Her lips were parted, and in a split second she felt his tongue exploring her mouth, as she brought hers to meet it. As they kissed deeply, their hands were frantic to discover each other's body. Maria's hands raked along Carl's back, then around to the front of his strong chest. She found his nipples and grazed them with her fingers in a feather light touch. She felt Carl's body go rigid, and then suddenly he broke away from her kiss and firmly but gently pushed her to the ground.

In a heartbeat he was between her legs, his body pressed down on top of her. She could feel his naked erection pressing against the fabric of her panties, and she raised her hips instinctively to meet it. Carl bent his head and kissed a trail from her neck down to her breasts. His fingers massaged them gently as his tongue flicked her rosebud nipples. She arched her back, fully engrossed now in the sensations of her body, and her overwhelming desire.

Her pussy was on fire with need, but Carl seemed content to work on breasts. He was obviously enjoying them, and was now taking turns sucking each intently, and rolling her nipples between his teeth. Finally, she couldn't take any more and grabbed a handful of his hair. She gave him a little push and said, "Lower."

Carl instantly got the message and moved from her breasts down Maria's stomach until he came to the waistband of her panties. He hooked a finger in each side and pulled them down smoothly. With this last barrier removed, Maria spread her legs and shuddered as she felt Carl's fingers brush her thighs. His breath was hot against the wetness between her legs.

So softly that she could barely feel it at first, Carl's tongue slid over her the lips of her pussy. So sensitive were her nerves that this small touch made her buck her hips uncontrollably. Carl's hands reached up and encircled her waist, pushing her to the floor as he once again, but more firmly this time, licked his way up to her clit. Maria moaned out loud and spread her legs wider, begging for more. For a while he was content to tease her gently, only touching her clit with the faintest of strokes. Soon she was arching her back and writhing on the floor. "God Carl," she moaned, "Please, please help me cum."

With that his tongue became more insistent, sliding over her clit in broad strokes. She moved against him, helping him to find the rhythm she needed. Maria's eyes opened as she felt the familiar tightness spread through her body, and just as she found her orgasm, she turned to see Mark's head buried between Leila's legs, with Leila moaning and writing on the floor just as she was. Combined with the strong and rapid flickering of Carl's tongue over her swollen clit, the sight pushed her over the edge and she came in waves so fierce that afterward she worried that she might have hurt Carl. He stayed with her though, even as she dug her fingers into the back of his head and pressed him to her bucking hips. He licked her with that same steady stroke until the last wave subsided and she fell back to the floor, panting and sweating.

Carl kissed her thigh and slowly slid up over top of her again. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Wow," was all she could muster. He grinned at her, obviously proud of himself. She reached up and stroked his chest with her fingers, causing him to close his eyes and sigh. "I think it's your turn now," she said provocatively.

He sat back against the upholstered chair they were next to on the floor, and leaned against it. Maria trailed her fingers over his shoulders, arms, and chest while she gently kissed his neck, and continued her kisses down to the middle of his chest. With her fingers she felt his nipples, and she kissed each of them gently. His sharp intake of breath let her know she was on the right track, and she spent a few moments teasing them with her tongue. As she did, her hand trailed down over Carl's stomach, and down to his hard as a rock erection. Her fingers encircled his cock and slowly started to massage it. As she continued licking Carl's nipples, she felt his cock grow even more in her hand.

She moved down further, kissing his stomach and then licking the shaft of his cock. She took it in her mouth, as far as she could, and tightened her lips around it. Carl's head fell back as he enjoyed the wet warmth of her mouth, and imagined it to be her pussy. He knew he wasn't going to be able to go that far, so this was as close as it could be. After a moment, she raised her head and smiled at him. "I've never managed to give a good blow job," she said, "but if you'd like, I could give you a good show to get off to." She sat in front of him, spread her legs, leaned back on one arm and trailed the other hand down through her pubic hair. "Do you like watching girls touch themselves?" she asked?

Carl's eyes widened and she saw his hand move down until it was stroking his cock. "Yes, I guess so," he said nervously.

"Doesn't Leila ever give you a show like this?" Maria asked, sliding her fingers down further. Her pussy was still dripping from his tongue, and her finger easily slid over her still aroused clit.

"No," Carl said, his strokes becoming more rapid. With impeccable timing, Leila's throaty cries suddenly broke the silence. Maria watched Carl as he looked over at whatever was happening on the other side of the room.

"Well then, I guess you'll enjoy the show," she said, bringing his attention back to her. Maria rubbed her clit and felt herself completely aroused again. She slowly inserted one finger, and then two into her cunt. She looked Carl in the eye, and not breaking his gaze, she took her fingers and sucked on them, tasting her own wetness. Carl was furiously stroking now, and couldn't take his eyes off her pussy. She laid back, spread her legs, and using two fingers to pump inside her cunt, rubbed her clit with her other hand. She knew she was close to cumming again, and so did Carl.

She gasped, "Carl, do you want to watch me make myself cum? Do you like that? If you do, come over here, over my stomach, I want you to cum on me." Carl moved over so that he was kneeling by her side, stroking his cock over her stomach, while she arched her back and let herself go. She cried out with her orgasm, and watching Carl, saw that he was looking at her hand between her legs. Her eyes slid down to his cock just in time as he groaned and shuddered. Still in the throes of her orgasm she watched his cum shoot from his cock and felt its stickiness on her chest, in her pubic hair, and on her tits. He came for what seemed a lifetime, until her body was covered in white. Finally he fell back, exhausted.