Gaming 1

"Yes, I agree. Scott replied, "I'm sure we can find something else to play for, if that's what you ladies want. With the kind of luck you've had, we'd probably wind up being the big losers anyway. I know I would be embarrassed if I had to strip naked for you ladies.

"So would I," Chris nodded in agreement. "Jason wouldn't mind though, well because Jason is -- how do we put it ... 'Really Hung' -- and he's a little bit of a show-off."

Peggy wanted to stall for time to allow she and her sisters to think more clearly. "I'd like to talk this over with my sisters for a couple of minutes, you young men don't mind, do you?"

The three women huddled. Peggy pulled rank and spoke first. "What do you think ladies? I feel confident that we would win more hands than these boys would, but I wouldn't want to embarrass any of us, on the outside chance that one or more of us might lose." She was beginning to feel the initial effects of the drug.

Maureen chimed in with her two-cents "I've been lucky all afternoon and evening. I still have that lucky feeling." Then seizing on the jealousy that she knew existed between her younger and older sisters, Maureen tried to capitalize on it. You know Peg, if Jason has to strip, it will prove once and for all who was right about the size of his penis, you or Babs? " Then, she turned to her younger sister and repeated the same argument.

Barbara softened a little but she still seemed to have serious reservations. She knew that she had the best position because she could cancel out her sisters' votes with her single veto. She was curious and not totally opposed but she wanted some reassurances. "You realize that there is still some risk that all or some one of us might lose. You know that I'm very shy about exposing my body to anybody. I don't want to lose! Besides, I have a very successful career, and a very sensitive job. The smallest misstep and my reputation could be ruined forever. The two of you are just housewives, so it doesn't matter as much. I can't afford to lose and I can't take any chances that I might lose."

"Okay, okay." Mo, who was really eager to play, grew uncharacteristically more assertive. ", I am feeling lucky. I'll tell you what Babs, if it looks like you are going to lose – or that you might have to take off your bra or panties and you don't want to do it, I'll take off something of mine instead so that you won't have to."

"Now, that's an offer that has possibilities!" Barbara looked thoughtful, weighing her sister's proposition.

Scott had been huddling with the boys decided that it was time to sweeten the pot. He shouted, interrupting the ladies conversation for a moment. "If we lose, my bros and me will put on a little naked 'sexy' show for you ladies. If you lose all you have to do is strip and then you can put your clothes back on immediately."

Maureen was saving her own trump card for the right moment. This seemed to be it. "Look, our husbands left us at home holding the bag so they could have ten days of fun trying to catch some smelly fish. YUK!! There are three very appealing young men sitting over there. I personally wouldn't mind seeing what any or all of them look like naked. I once went to Chippendale's, that 'male strip club in LA, with my girlfriend Debby, and"… Maureen face was rosy with embarrassment and she licked her chops … "well, all I can say is WOW, yummy, Sluuuurp!! We're in Las Vegas, we're fully grown adults, and we're on vacation. They have male strip shows for ladies in some of the nightclubs here too. I know that our husbands would probably take in a 'sex show' if they were in our situation. So why shouldn't we have our own little strip party right here in private? Pardon my French Babs, but if men can go to 'gentlemen's clubs to see a little 'tits and ass' and these days maybe even some things that are more 'private', why shouldn't we women have the same privilege of viewing some 'pricks and asses' for our entertainment when we want to?'"

Peggy finally came around to Maureen's side. The drug and the cumulative impact of all the liquor she'd consumed had destroyed her ability to reason and her normally sound judgment. "Look, these are young attractive college men who can have any coed they choose. Why should they want to see three 'old ladies' naked when they can have all the naked 'young' women they want? I think they're just trying to have some fun and to humor us, a little. Anyway I vote that we play. But look Babs; we won't do it, unless you agree also. It's got to be all of us or none of us!!"

"I don't like being ganged up on but you've made some good points, and I guess I can go along with that." Mo had brought to the surface the anger Barbara was feeling for her husband, Brian. She'd been angry with him even before he'd announced he was going on the fishing trip. Sure why not, she thought, I deserve to have some fun, too!

"So you'll do it then?" Maureen asked excitedly.

Barbara nodded her head.

"Yippee, lets play some strip poker boys. Deal the cards!"

Scott winked at Chris. This con had been even easier than he had predicted it would be. They didn't have to use any additional inducements to persuade the ladies. The hunt was over and now the real fun of the game was about to begin. They would play with two decks of cards. One of the decks was marked; the other was unmarked. Part of the plan was for the boys to lose early. This would encourage the ladies to continue playing and make them think they were winning. Later, when one of the boys had the deal, they would find some excuse for changing decks and substitute the marked one for the other. By that time the full effect of the drug would have kicked in anyway. After that, it wouldn't matter anyway; the ladies would have lost both the smaller game of strip poker and the larger, more dangerous and much more important game. A game that they knew nothing about and didn't even suspect existed.

GAMING Part 3 – Three Wild Jacks Take Three Nasty Ladies

(With their defense mechanisms down and their inhibitions gone, the three women yield to temptation, neediness, and their repressed sexuality. They engage in wild sexual activities with their guests, and orgy ensues. The young men photograph the women in compromising sexual situations.)

After twenty minutes of play, the strip poker game was progressing pretty much according to Scott's plan. Scott, Jason and Chris lost most of the early hands and soon they were stripped down to only their sox and boxers. Of course each of the women had lost a few hands and those items of clothing lay in a building pile in the middle of the room, mixed in with the young men's clothes, but so far, just as planned, the women were winning by a large margin. This further bolstered the women's confidence and made them feel bolder and invincible. The outcome of the poker game seemed assured. The boy's would lose and then they'd put on a nude dance show - and maybe even more - for the three women. By this time, the sisters were feeling the full impact of the drug and their sex hormones were bubbling – even Barbara's, though she as always kept her erotic thoughts to herself. There was a lot more to Barbara's eroticism than she cared to reveal. She'd been very diligent in hiding it from everyone by seeming to be so prudish. No one close to her knew anything about her sexual excesses of the past or of her current clandestine sex life, least of all her husband and her two sisters.

Despite his involvement in the card game, Scott's mind was working a mile a minute. Scott was a sociopath and a dangerous one because he was intelligent, well read, and he read people extremely well. He enjoyed playing games with them – and he especially enjoyed the game of 'mind fucking'. Glancing at the clock, he estimated that it had been about forty-five minutes since the three ladies ingested the drug laced Scotch. According to what he'd read and his previous experience with the insidious drug, the drug should be at its most potent stage at about this time. Anyone who had taken it would be very easily persuaded to try new ideas presented to them. Now was the time to 'up-the-ante' and raise the stakes in the long-term diabolical game he was devising.

A student of Political Science and Psychology, Scott was Machiavellian. He liked the power he felt from using people. He thought he had the three women figured out. Maureen was a slut waiting to happen. There was all of this sexual energy right below the surface. When she got going, Maureen was probably an insatiable nympho. She seemed to have this thing for Jason. That was okay, because he knew Jason had unconventional tastes in women too. In addition to the typical sorority girls, female jocks and models he and his fraternity brothers dated, Jason also liked flirting with obese women, undernourished women, ugly women, handicapped women, and much older women, especially the mother's and even grandmother's of some of the sorority girls he'd previously fucked. He'd bring them to the fraternity house and have sex with them in front of hidden camera's set up for that purpose. He'd even fucked a few of them while some of his fraternity brothers watched the live show and settled for sloppy seconds, thirds, fourths, etc.. Jason called it the 'freak show'. Jason was weird that way. Maureen was easy pickings and an excellent candidate for the 'freak show'.

He found Peggy intriguing. She certainly was beautiful and she was very sexy for a woman her age, which he guessed was around fifty. He read her to be very sexually frustrated and needy. She was perky, thought of herself as a leader and she put up a façade of being strong and decisive. She was unhappy about the way her life was going and she drank a little too much to disguise her unhappiness, She probably bossed her younger sisters around, too. She was exactly the kind of woman he liked to bring down and humiliate. That would be fun. He and his buddies would fuck Peggy silly.

Scott hadn't totally figured Barbara out yet, but there was more to her then met the eye. Barbara acted the prude but she probably wasn't. She admitted she used marijuana and liked it. He also noticed the glint in her eye whenever Chris spoke. She probably had a thing for black men. Barbara was a challenge. Scott welcomed challenges.

Scott leaned over and whispered something into Peggy's ear. She smiled broadly and nodded her head in agreement. The drug's hypnotic effect had taken hold of her and beside she was feeling extremely aroused by the reeking sexuality of the three semi-undressed young men sitting around the table – especially Scott. He was intelligent, gregarious, and there was a subtle animal magnetism that Scott exuded. Peggy felt herself getting wetter and feeling more tingles between her thighs with every passing second.

"Scott's got a suggestion that should make the game a little more naughty and I for one like it." Peggy announced.

"So tell us already" Maureen interrupted, "and we'll vote on it." She giggled.

"Well Scott suggests that we change the rules of game like this. For each hand there is a winner and a loser – a best hand and a worst hand. The best hand gets to tell the person with the worst hand what item of clothing they have to remove and the worst hand has to… "

"No that was your suggestion Peggy not mine" Scott interrupted manipulating the situation to his advantage, "but I remember your suggestion as being slightly different than they way you're saying it now."

"Don't you remember what you suggested Peggy?" Scott leaned over and whispered in her ear again. Now it was Peggy's turn to giggle "Oh yes, that's right oops sorry, I'm a little shit-faced …" her words faltered, She was clearly having trouble "… the person with the worst hand gets to take the item of their choice off of the person with the best hand. No that's not right either, is it? Why don't you tell them what I told you, Scott"?

"What Peggy wants is for the person who wins the hand to take off the clothing item of his or her choice off the person with the worst hand and it doesn't matter whether that person is the same sex as the winner of the hand …" He turned to Maureen and Barbara. "Your sister is a little kinky isn't she?"

"I'll vote for that!" Maureen said without hesitation. "I hope that I win the next hand and I hope that you lose it, Jason."

Her sisters looked at her funny.

"Well, I want to see if his penis is a big as you say it is Peggy and I know you want to see it too cause you already touched it."

"We're in!" Jason and Chris piped up.

"Well … I suppose I am too," said Scott, trying to sound a bit hesitant and shy. "What about you Barbara? Are you okay with it?

"Suits me." Barbara replied. "Who's got the deal?"

Scott smiled feeling smug and self-satisfied. He'd worked the situation like he'd wanted to. The game was afoot and the real fun was just about to begin.

"Look at this ladies." Chris, who had the deal, announced. "A few of these cards are bent and torn. If we keep on using them some one might gain an unfair advantage. Let me show you what I mean." Chris pointed to two cards that were face down. "This card is the five of hearts and this one here is the King of Spades." Then he turned the cards over to prove his point. "I think we should change decks to be fair to everyone, but I'll leave the final decision to the three of you."

The women nodded their agreement in unison.

Over the next fifteen or twenty minutes most of the hands started to fall the boy's way and before long, all of the women were finding more and more and more of their clothes in the growing pile in the middle of the floor. Jason took off Maureen's blouse and skirt; Chris removed her panty hose she was soon down to only her bra and panties. Still everyone appeared to be having a good time. Chris, it seems was a 'would be' stand-up comic. He was entertaining everyone with his 'shtick'.

Maureen, who was sitting on her knees next to Jason, Peggy won the next hand and Maureen lost it. Maureen broke out into uncontrollable peals of laughter. "What's it going to be boys?" Peggy asked.

"Show us her tits." They responded. Peggy unsnapped her sister's bra and pulled it away from her massive mammaries. She tweaked Maureen's nipple as she did so and threw the bra into the clothes pile. Chris who always carried a camera with him snapped off a couple of shots.

The sudden flash startled Maureen. She was still laughing at Chris's Chris Rock like jokes and at the reflection of herself sitting in the middle of the room in front of a mixed sex audience bare titted on the mirrored wall. She was laughing so hard that she doubled over. Suddenly she found her face planted in Jason's crotch. Her eyes were riveted on the fly opening of his boxers. She noticed a large bulge and a hint of something fleshy protruding through it. Maureen was so aroused that she could not contain herself any longer. Her own curiosity about the size of this young man's cock was overwhelming her. Peggy's description of its length and girth made her skeptical, but it also made her even more curious about what he had hanging between his thighs. Like their Dad, Maureen's sons were well hung, but their penises were nowhere near the size that Peggy had described Jason's. She had to see it for herself. Without thinking she reached for his underwear, inserted her fingers into the fly and poked around inside. Whatever was there was very large and rock hard. Impulsively, she pulled his shorts down around his knees. She found herself face to face with his enormous one-eyed monster. Her eyes widened in astonishment. Jason's foot long piece of meat stood at attention perpendicular to his body looking like the magnificent mainmast of a sailboat.

Maureen gulped; she was suddenly overcome with the urge to suck what was confronting her. For years she had repressed those incestuous fantasies about sucking her own sons' cocks. Though she had numerous opportunities to do so as her three sons grew into young manhood, in the end she'd always managed to resist those temptations. Now in her drugged state of consciousness with all of her inhibitions gone, and her defenses crumbled, the temptation was just too great. Jason's resemblance to her youngest son, twenty-two year old Shawn was uncanny and that clinched it for Maureen. With faulty reasoning she thought of him as a surrogate to her son. This was her opportunity to act out her fantasy at last. Her lust was growing stronger by the second and her craving to taste his forbidden fruit was suddenly more than she could bear.

She brought her face closer to his marvelous tool. The musky aroma of his manliness wafted into her nostrils. She parted her lips and touched them to the meaty head. It tasted slightly metallic on her tongue. Emboldened and filled with lust, she drew his cock into her mouth while her hands found his muscular ass cheeks. She dug her fingernails into his gluteus muscles and pulled him deeper inside her mouth. Though Jason's cock was bigger than any she'd ever seen or even imagined existed, swallowing his rod was easier than she thought. Maureen was a crazed mad woman who wanted to devour Jason's cock. "Cock sucking" she thought to herself, "is like riding a bike. Once you learn how to do it, you never forget even if you're out of practice." A sudden flash of light and whirring sound temporarily disrupted the mood and blinded Maureen who looked up only to be blinded again by a second flash. Chris had picked up the camera again and was shooting pictures of the older woman taking his friend's huge cock into her mouth and devouring it.

In their drunken and stoned condition none of the women had noticed the boys bringing anything into the villa -- much less a camera, not that it would have mattered anyway, by this time they were all too far gone to even care. Maureen munched and slobbered, and made sucking noises and she even tried talking with her mouth full of cock. Of course her words were muffled and garbled, but they were pleasurable noises that eloquently told him of the enjoyment she was getting from sucking him off. "MWWWWWOFFF, UMMMF, SOOOOFF NYFFFFF…TASEFEEEEHHH YUMMMMMM!!" She continued sucking Jason's enormous cock at a frenzied pace, while the others kept on playing cards. They hardly noticed except for the occasional distraction from the loud sucking noises and the occasional flashes from Chris' photography. She kept up her wild and frenetic cock sucking for a good twenty minutes. The friction from the vigorous rubbing of his cock against her mouth was chaffing her lips. Her cheeks and jaws ached too, but she wouldn't stop. Maureen was a woman on a mission and now that she had nearly accomplished it, she wasn't about to give up. She was breathing hard and released his cock from her mouth long enough to verbally egg him on "C'mon Jason, pant … I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to puff … taste your sweet lovely spunk. Give it to me!"

Jason was straining as hard as he could to keep himself from cumming. He was moaning with delight. Whatever Maureen lacked in technique, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. This blowjob was better than most. It was even better than the one's he'd received from whores who made their living sucking cocks. Finally, he could take no more. His body stiffened and he emitted a loud grunt.

Jason's body contracted violently…again and again and again. After the first spasm, Maureen's mouth was immediately flooded with cum. The spurts were continuous and his spasms lasted several minutes before abating. Her lips sensed the contraction of the muscles at the base of his cock that forced the creamy jizz upward and caused it to jet out into her willing mouth. As her mouth filled up and overflowed, his cum started seeping out of the corner of her mouth forming a rivulet that branched at the cleft of her double chin and trickled down her fleshy neck. His body went limp and he groaned. She released his cock, and turned to face her sisters. Then, Maureen broke out in a shit-eating grin. Her facial expression was like a guilty child who had been discovered doing something naughty. She beamed broadly then opened her mouth to show her sisters the creamy liquid that was deposited inside. Then she savored the flavor of his cum, before swallowing every remaining drop of it. Chris quickly clicked the shutter button and fired off several more frames of film.