Gaming 1

"No thank you, as you can see we already have drinks, but since we were the lucky ones we'd like to buy YOU drinks. The three of you ARE old enough to drink aren't you? Peggy jibed with a perky tease in her voice. Up close the three young men were even more handsome than they looked from a distance when she glanced up at them at the craps table. 'Real Hunks' was the expression her daughter Beth would have used to describe them.

"Would you like to see our ID's?' Chris retorted.

Scott flashed a toothy smile. "I'm Scott. These are my fraternity brothers. The tall jock is Jason, and the smart ass with the permanent tan is Chris."

"What are you drinking?" Peggy asked.

"Whatever the three of you are drinking is just fine with us." Jason quipped. Peggy ordered another round of Double Scotches for the women and their younger friends.

"I'm Peggy, these are my sisters. The redhead is Barbara and the chubby one is Maureen. What brought you gentlemen to Las Vegas?"

"We're our fraternity's representatives to the National Interfraternity Council Convention. And you ladies, what brought you here?"

"Oh, we decided to fly here on a lark. Our husbands have gone fishing, so we came here to have some fun". Peggy immediately regretted giving out so much information.

"We've been here all week. Our convention ended today." Scott continued, trying to make the three women feel at ease. "So we'll be leaving for LA bright and early tomorrow morning. We couldn't help overhearing the casino manager telling you that Vegas isn't so safe anymore and we agree. There are a lot of seedy types around who prey on women like you. Believe it or not that happened to my best friend's mother. She got mugged and was treated for a broken arm, bruises on her face and a concussion. Vegas can be a dangerous place. We'd be happy to escort you home, just to make certain you get there safely of course." Scott sounded sincere, but even at twenty-one years old he was already a skillful liar with lots of practice under his belt.

"And why would we want you to do that? What do you expect to get for helping us?" Barbara asked. She was as always suspicious, guarded and skeptical.

"Oh, Nothing. Nothing at all!" Chris piped in. "Its just that you ladies remind us so much of our favorite aunts. We're very fond of them. Besides our fraternity code requires us to be helpful to others, and my friend Scott is right, with all the money around here, things can get hairier than in my old 'hood." That was a bald-faced lie of course, Chris had never been anywhere near the hood, growing up privileged, the son of a wealthy black doctor and his wife, a blond Danish former super model, whose face had graced the covers of magazines world-wide. Chris' charm was so sincere that it softened Barbara's mood for a moment.

"Oh I think that we'll be able to make it home on our own, besides the chauffer will be there to help us, but thank you for offering." Peggy said declining the offer politely and smiling. Barbara nodded in agreement; only Maureen seemed a little disappointed.

The ladies downed their drinks while the young men slowly nursed theirs. The casino manager returned, looked over the young men and scowled. "Are these GENTLEmen bothering you ladies? If so, I'll call security now and have them thrown out of the casino"

"No, no, no. That's quite all right!" These young men are friends of my sister's sons who we happened to bump into here in the casino and they were just congratulating us, catching up on things, and making idle chat. We're just fine." Peggy smiled at the manager. She wasn't telling the truth, of course, but the boys were charming, nice to look at, good conversationalists and they seemed harmless enough. So there was no reason to shoo them away.

The casino manager whispered something in Peggy's ear. Her eye's sparkled and she beamed a broad smile. "Oh my, I didn't think it would be that much!" She huddled with her sisters and they tittered excitedly at the news.

"Would you follow me please?" Peggy staggered getting up; Jason helped her to her feet. She weaved and reeled a bit while following the casino manager and finally disappearing behind the steel lined door to the cashier's office.

She returned a few minutes later accompanied by the manager who was holding a leather satchel. She shook his hand and thanked him as did her sisters. "The limo is already waiting for you at the casino entrance. I'm Anthony; you ladies are welcome to be my personal guests at Caesars at anytime when you're in Las Vegas. I've written my private number on the back of my card, please feel free to call me if I can assist you in any way."

Barbara and Maureen both stumbled getting up and were having difficulty walking. Peggy was feeling very woozy from all of the liquor she'd consumed.

"On second thought, I suppose we could use a little help getting to the limo, would you gentlemen mind helping us?" Peggy remarked, as Scott offered her his elbow.. The three young men extended their elbows and guided the ladies to the Casino entrance. Anthony, the manager, held the satchel with the cash, locking it in a safe-like compartment built in to the limo. He handed Peggy one key and the chauffer another.

Maureen almost slipped again getting into the car, and Peggy felt a bit wobbly. "I guess we need more help than I thought, why don't the three of you hop in and come along for the ride. I'm sure the chauffer will be happy to drive you back to the hotel or to wherever you're staying?" Peggy said, slurring her words. The three young men tossed three small handbags they had checked with casino security into the trunk of the limousine, then hopped in and sat facing the three sisters. Peggy gave the chauffer the address; he nodded, closed the privacy curtain, gunned the engine, made a sharp turn and headed out.

Once they were underway, Jason pulled a rolled cigarette from his shirt pocket and showed it to the ladies. "Would you mind if I smoke ladies?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact we would!" Barbara popped up. "I'm an ex-smoker and my two sisters are allergic to tobacco."

"Oh but this isn't tobacco, ladies. It's marijuana!"

Barbara giggled. "Well in that case I wouldn't mind at all. I used to toke up quite a bit back when I was in college. She admitted. Her sisters seemed astonished by the revelation. What about you Peggy and Mo?"

"Oh yes, I smoked marijuana a couple of times when I was living in New York. It doesn't seem to bother me like tobacco does. In fact I kind of enjoyed getting high on it!" Peggy volunteered.

Maureen who was spontaneous and sometimes reckless chimed in. "Well I've never tried it before, but I'm game! Could I try some now?" She seemed so innocent and naive.

"Sure why not, let's all share", her sisters nodded in agreement. Jason lit the joint and passed it around.

Barbara was the first one to reach for the joint. A wide grin appeared covering the breadth of her face. She put the thick joint of marijuana to her sultry, full lips and Scott lit it. She inhaled the smoke deep into her lungs, held it there then slowly released it, her mouth tasting the rich flavor, her nostrils sucking in the sweet aroma. Smiling, she turned and handed the joint to Maureen saying, "This is fucking good shit."

The smell of the sweet cannabis smoke filled the interior of the limo all the way to their destination.

GAMING Part 2 --- Evening the Odds on a Very Odd Evening

(Peggy, Maureen and Barbara invite Scott, Jason and Chris into their vacation villa for a nightcap. Peggy makes a discovery about Jason's anatomy and shares it with her skeptical sisters. The young men doctor the women's drinks with a hypnotic-aphrodisiac drug and trick them into playing strip poker)

By the time the limo arrived at the luxury gated residential community where the three sisters were staying on the outskirts of Las Vegas, everyone in the party was extremely high, very laid back and comfortable. The women were feeling more relaxed and less suspicious and decided to invite the young college men in for a nightcap. It was still very early in the evening and it was the least they could do. Besides, they were not thinking very clearly anymore. All of their defense mechanisms and logical processes had been wiped away by the marijuana. They didn't know it then, but this was only the first of many bad decisions they'd be making.

Once they were inside, Chris and Scott sat down on one of the plush sofas. Barbara and Maureen sat facing them. Jason remained standing and lit another joint. Peggy slumped against the fireplace mantle feeling too smashed to even sit down. Though she was very drunk she looked serene and extremely beautiful. She felt the pressure building up inside her bladder and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Before she had taken two steps she slipped and started to fall. Panic stricken, Peggy tried to break her fall in any way she could; she reached out and grabbed for Jason's thigh. She tugged and clutched at it trying to get a good grip. When her hand grasped his pant leg it also grabbed onto something beneath the fabric. That 'something' felt long, hard and very thick. Her movements were frantic and desperate as her hand groped and fumbled around wildly hanging onto his pant leg and to whatever lay beneath it. She clutched onto this newfound anchor. Suddenly, Peggy realized what she was holding on to. She'd grabbed onto Jason's rock hard cock. Peggy's eyes widened in amazement, she could not believe that anyone could have a penis as large as this one seemed to be. Finally, she was able to stabilize and Jason helped her back to her feet.

Back on her feet, Peggy adjusted her clothing and whispered something to Barbara, who had a skeptical look on her face.

Peggy felt excited, slightly nauseous and an urgent need to relieve herself. She also needed an excuse to share her 'naughty' discovery with her sisters. "Would you excuse me please, I think I need to wash my face and straighten up, besides it's awfully warm in here and I need to cool myself off. Babs and Mo, why don't you join me?"

"Sure sis, that IS a good idea. Isn't it Mo? Would you gentlemen mind fixing the thermostat and do something about making the temperature cooler while we're gone?"

The young men smiled. "Yeah sure, take your time ladies. We'll take care of everything for you."

Peggy picked up the satchel with the cash and the three women left the room.

After first depositing their winnings in a safe the three women found their way into the large and luxurious Master bathroom.

Peggy tingled with excitement, eager to tell her sisters the secret of what she'd discovered. "Mo, you won't believe this. I mentioned it to Babs in the other room, but I wanted to share it with you too. You know when I nearly fell in the living room and to stop myself I latched onto that handsome young man's leg…Jason, I think is his name."

"Yes, it WAS Jason. It's amazing how much he looks like my son Shawn isn't it? Anyway, you were saying?"

"Well not only did I grab onto his leg, I grabbed onto something else too. I latched onto something that was much more interesting. I don't have to paint a picture for you, do I?"

"No Peg …I may be an airhead but I'm not stupid! I saw it. You grabbed onto his penis … and so what??"

"So, it was enormous and he had an erection. His 'thing' extended down nearly to his knee. I've been married to Edward for almost twenty-seven years and his is …well I'm sure I've told you this before, Edward's penis is no bigger than a little cocktail weenie even when he's aroused and has an erection. This one felt like a huge sausage or a salami. It's been many years since I've seen or touched anyone's penis other than Edward's but I don't remember EVER seeing or touching anything that big. Do you know what I thought about when I first touched it?"

"No what?" Barbara came back, sarcastically.

"That he had a baseball bat hanging between his legs!"

"Ooops, "Batter-Up!" Maureen wisecracked.

Barbara rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Peggy you are so full of it. You're always exaggerating. No one can have "a thing" as big as the one you're describing. It would be impossible for him to have sex because no woman would be able to hold something that big in her vagina, let alone get it in there in the first place!"

"We'll it was, it was T-H-I-I-S BIG!!" Peggy pulled apart her open palms and held them up for her sisters to see. Then she made a circle about the size of the bottom of a coke bottle. "And this thick around, I swear. As far as his being able to have sex goes, we've all given birth to kids and we know how wide we stretched during childbirth. A woman's vagina can stretch to accommodate a 'cock' …I mean a penis of any size. The human body has of lots of flexibility. I've always been told that I have a very small mouth, but whenever my dentist tells me to "open wide"; somehow I can always manage to do it. Besides, if they can stretch a limo, I'm sure that with lots of lubrication, plenty of foreplay, some gentle prodding and patience, any woman worth her salt should be able to handle it. The lucky woman might have to take a pain killer and use a shoe horn to stuff it in, though!" Peggy laughed at her own joke but Barbara wasn't amused.

Maureen snickered at her sister's description. "Both of you are always telling me what a big mouth I have. And whenever Steve and I go to a ballgame, I always order at least two or sometimes even three of those hot dogs, you know the 'foot long' one's that are really thick. I usually manage to finish them off too, very easily…so I could probably hold it … in my mouth, that is!" She smiled mischievously and managed another little chuckle.

Peggy tried to reinforce her point. "His penis was so thick and hard that it reminded me of one of those hefty pieces of iron pole that I've seen at some of Edward's construction sites. To tell the truth I wouldn't mind climbing that pole!"

"I can see that this conversation has quickly gone into the toilet. You'll never convince me!" Barbara was frowning.

"Oh Babs, you're always such a little priss! Relax! We're just talking! Can't we girls have a little fun talking about what we can't or won't have?"

Ordinarily the three women would never have engaged in this kind of bawdy banter. Sex talk of any kind was definitely out of character for Barbara, but the combination of the alcohol and marijuana had the effect of loosening lips. Besides, they knew nothing more than talk would ever come of this. Even in their present condition they would remain faithful to their marriage vows. Oh, there had been temptations, the usual marital problems, and of course, their anger about husbands' sudden departure remained a hot issue, but the three sisters had married successful, wealthy men who treated them like queens. The sisters may have been angry and tempted, but they weren't foolish or reckless. Or so they thought.

Peggy looked a little flushed. "Enough of this sex talk. It's making me hot! I think we had better rejoin our guests before they become curious about our taking so long!"

When the three women returned to the living room, the boys were waiting for them. They seemed very relaxed and they were definitely polite and helpful. Jason had already poured another round of drinks for the women. Chris handed them the glasses. Unbeknownst to the three sisters, their drinks were doctored with a tasteless, colorless, 'date rape' drug. This drug was the newest and strongest of its kind available. It was ideal for what was planned for a number of reasons. It started to take effect immediately after being ingested, with the maximum effect kicking-in between forty-five minutes and an hour later. What's more, unlike some of the other designer drugs, there were not known adverse reactions. The drug's effect typically lasted twelve to eighteen hours. What was so insidious about this particular drug was that while under its influence the victims remained fully conscious and totally aware of what they were doing. It was only afterward when the initial effects wore off that the drug permanently and totally erased all memories of anything that had occurred while the user was under its influence. When the drug was combined with alcohol or other substances, it had a hypnotic effect that made the user extremely receptive to outside suggestions. The drug was also a strong aphrodisiac. Under its influence, women became sexually energized and their lust was almost insatiable. They were capable of carrying on almost superhuman extended sex for hours at a time. Even after the drug's impact wore off and it had been excreted from the body, the use of marijuana would re-trigger its aphrodisiac effect for twenty-one days. The three young men had previously used this drug at fraternity parties and in the subsequent gangbangs and orgies they had gained first hand knowledge of how it affected co-eds. Since they had never used this drug on more mature women, Jason decided to use one-and-a-half times the usual dose.

The women sat down on the sofas with the young men. Looking at his watch, Scott spoke. "Oh geez, it's still very early, why it's not even nine o'clock, yet." He was the consummate charmer and flatterer. "You three ladies are extremely good company, my friends and I are really are enjoying talking to you. Seems a shame cutting the evening short, when you're having fun. Would you mind if we stayed and chatted a little longer, we've got nothing to do and we wanted to show you how much we appreciate your changing our luck. Before we saw you at the craps table, we were losing badly. In fact, we were down to our last few bucks; but the three of you really changed our luck and we recouped very nicely. We owe you, big time!"

"Hey, I've got an idea" Chris piped in, "why don't we play some cards or something? Are you ladies as lucky at cards as you were at the craps table? I'll bet you are. And I'd also be willing to wager that you could teach us a thing or two that might help us become better gamblers in the future. After this past week, I can see that we need a lot of help if we expect to win."

The women were delighted. They nodded their heads and smiled. "Sure why not?" they thought. Their husbands' had made their choices and abandoned them for ten days. The women were enjoying the companionship and the interest they were receiving from these charming, good looking and certainly attentive young men.

"Let's not play for money though", Peggy suggested, "we don't want to take yours and we certainly don't want you to take ours. That would create bad feelings for the losers afterward. Taking money from the house at a casino is one thing – but taking money from another individual is another."

" You know, you're right, you are really right." Jason said playing along and flattering Peggy's ego, "I guess we could play for beers, cookies, or matchsticks instead of money, after all, its all just good clean fun. Or is there something else that we might want to play for?"

There was a short pause, and then Maureen, still thinking about her sister's description of Jason's cock, blurted out, "Oh I know! Why don't we play strip poker?"

Bingo. That was exactly what the boys were thinking anyway. Maureen had walked into the trap the young men had set for the ladies and soon the boys would be reaping the rewards of their hunting expedition.

"Hmmm, hold on. I don't know about that!" Peggy said, hesitating. Maureen had spoken too hastily and without consulting Barbara and her. The idea of playing 'strip poker' with these appealing young men did have a certain fascination for Peggy, and the thought had crossed her mind too, but… she was lady who had been married for a long time. Despite his shortcomings in bed her husband treated her well and she was well off financially. She had grown daughters and her first grandchild was on the way. Playing strip poker with three young men they'd met just hours before sounded a bit dicey. She could see from the expression on Barbara's face that she was uncomfortable too.