Dave responded by throwing his arm around her shoulders.
'Why don't we leave?' he asked, deciding in his own mind that frankness would be the best approach with Lisa.
'Oh, I don't think I can.'
'Well, because of Beth, for one thing,' Lisa replied, her mind racing. This was too fast for her, much too fast.
'Beth won't mind, believe me. And besides, in another hour I imagine you're not going to want to be around here anyway.'
'What do you mean?'
'Well, look for yourself. They're getting started already.' He pointed in through the sliding doors to the far corner of the sunken living room, where Beth and another woman were sitting in the middle of a group of three or four men.
At first nothing looked strange about it, but then she noticed two things. One was that there was a table in the middle of the gathered group with cards on it, and the other was that one of the men had his shirt off.
'Silly, isn't it?' Dave observed. 'Most people stop playing that in high school.'
Suddenly Lisa realized that what she was looking at was a game of strip poker.
'They always start out that way.'
'Start out?' Lisa asked, then took a large gulp from her drink.
'Sure. Come on, let's at least go for a walk.'
'All right,' Lisa said, standing up and heading for the door. Dave followed her.
From where she sat Beth was dimly aware that Lisa had left the room, but it made little difference to her. In fact, nothing at all mattered very much to her except one thing; getting her mouth on Doug Ryan's cock. She could see it bulging beneath his trousers as he sat across from her, and just thinking about it was making her silk panties drip from her own wetness.
This game is a pain in the ass, she thought to herself. Why doesn't everybody just take off their clothes and get down to what we really want to do?
But she knew she would have to be more patient than that, so she settled down and concentrated on playing the stupidest poker she could come up with. At least that might speed things up a little bit.
Fifteen minutes later Beth was completely naked. She could feel hungry eyes on her all over the room, and the realization that it wouldn't be long now until she could have her way caused the dewy moisture at the entrance to her cunt to began to pulse and drip from the inside of her legs. Some women, she realized, would have been embarrassed by having such a juicy cunt, but not Beth.
She loved it.
And she also loved the fact that now, having 'lost' all her clothes, she was free to proceed pretty much however she wanted to.
Which meant that within ten seconds she was on the floor next to Doug, her hand on his naked thigh as she watched his cock growing larger beneath his jockey shorts.
All he had to do was lose one more hand and she could do whatever she wanted to with him. At least, that was the way the rules went. These parties are always great, she thought as the hand was being played, but they just take too long to get started.
Then happily Doug turned over his cards. Nothing. He had lost.
Beth grinned.
Then, with absolutely no hesitation, she pulled his shorts down until they were lying on the floor. Now she could do what she wanted to with him. The only condition was that, as the first two parties to drop out of the game, they had to do whatever they were going to do right here in front of everybody else.
Presumably, this was designed to keep people from trying purposefully to lose at the game, since it meant that the bedrooms were saved for the people who held out the longest.
But it didn't work that way for Beth, and the reason was exceedingly simple.
She loved having an audience.
She knew she was good to look at, and she also knew that when she was taking care of a man nobody was any better.
Doug slid off his chair and stretched out next to her on the carpet. All around her Beth could sense eager eyes watching to see just what she would do.
She smiled, her green eyes dancing in the dim light of the room. Then she spoke softly, barely above a whisper.
'Your cock,' she said, pointing to his half-erect tool, 'I want it in my mouth. I want to suck it.'
She could tell that the sound of her voice was turning him on even more, just as she knew it would, so she decided to continue. But first, catlike, she climbed onto his legs and straddled him, her full, luscious body taut and tingling.
'Now,' she continued, taking his tool in her hand and massaging it, watching it grow huge from her touch, 'I want to feel your cock all the way down my throat. I want your hot cum to shoot into me, filling me up.' Her voice was soft, low, almost hypnotic in its soothing intensity.
Now his cock was rigid, and she knew that Doug, and everyone else in the room, was ready for her to take him. But she was going to do it her way, at her own pace. In the end nobody would have any complaints, of that much she was certain.
His cock was large by any standards, and as she looked down on the angry purple giant Beth felt herself becoming determined to give him the best blow job of his life.
She put her hands around it.
By bringing the fingers of both hands together, she could just barely encircle the shaft. For a long moment she just held on, feeling the pulsing, throbbing prick in her hands, letting his hips grind up against the resistance she was offering.
Slowly at first, she started to move both hands up and down his rod, holding the skin tightly so that it moved up and down the length of it. At the top of each stroke the skin folded over the head of his tool, while at the bottom her hands were buried in the thick, wiry hair of his crotch.
'Suck me, Beth, suck my cock…' he groaned, obviously frustrated by what she was doing.
She only smiled and continued.
Around the room things had grown quiet as everyone watched the spectacle in the middle of the room with growing anticipation.
Beth began to stroke faster now, building the rhythm until her hands were plunging up and down with a wildness that caused her ample tits to bounce and jiggle wildly, while her exertions brought a thin sheen of sweat to her entire body.
'Oh yessss…' Doug groaned, his eyes closed, 'harder, harder…' Almost in a frenzy now Beth pumped up and down. She knew it wouldn't be long now, but she wanted the timing to be just perfect.
'Aaaahhhh…' he moaned, and Beth could suddenly feel his cock begin to tremble and shudder.
It was her signal to stop.
With a movement so quick as to be almost imperceptible, she jerked her hands away from his cock, leaving it suddenly naked and unattended in the steamy air of the room.
She smiled.
For a moment nothing happened, as Beth stayed where she was, her legs straddling the prostrate man beneath her, her breasts heaving deliciously from her exertions. After giving his cock twenty seconds, to relax and send the hot cum back within him, she reached out and took the still-rigid tool in her hand.
'Now,' she whispered, 'I'm gonna suck you off like you've never been sucked before.'
She could feel herself trembling with excitement as she bent forward. Her lips were wet, parted, poised less than an inch from the tip of his straining rod. She could see a tiny drop of cum that had seeped out and now stood like a bead at the entrance to his shaft.
She gobbled it up, her tongue darting out quickly anti lapping up the liquid. At the touch of her hot tongue his entire body trembled, and she knew that it would not take her long to make him come.
Leaning further forward now, Beth began to lick every inch of his bulging cock, letting her hot, wet tongue run up and down until his entire prick was glimmering in the soft light.
