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ABC Plan 5: Strip Poker
   by Clint Kalmkren
   Copyright 2009
   kalmkren@yahoo.com

   This sexually explicit story is intended for adults only.  Copies and
redistribution are authorized, but no kind of fee is permitted.  The
following is a work of pure fiction.  Any resemblance to real characters or
events is coincidental.  This story is a sequel to:
www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/35380
www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2002/37494
www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2003/44395
www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2009/59316
In real life, I do not condone coercion of a subordinate for sex, bartering
sexual favors, or unprotected sex between strangers.  However, I do find
those things fun to fantasize about.



   Chapter 1

   I stared at my nude body in the bathroom mirror.  Well, I better get
this over with, I thought to myself.  In his usual thorough manner, the
Professor had given me detailed instructions.  Ordinarily he administered
enemas to me himself, but tonight he asked me to do it before he arrived. I
put two drops of baby shampoo into the squirt bulb, then filled it with
very warm water.  Before I screwed the nozzle onto the bulb, I put in the
Professor's secret ingredient: half an Alka-Seltzer tablet.  From a tube of
KY Jelly, I put a clear blob on the nozzle.  Then, standing in front of the
toilet, I bent at the waist, pulled my butt cheek open, and poked the
nozzle into my anus.  Before I could lose my nerve, I squeezed the bulb,
forcing a hot stream of soapy, fizzy water into my rectum.  After I gulped
a few quick breaths, I squeezed the rest of the enema up my ass, and
dropped the empty bulb on the floor.

   After I injected the water, I just stood bent over, with my hands on my
knees.  The heat of the water radiated through my lower bowel, and bulk of
the water seemed to expand, pushing to explode out of my asshole.  My
rectum started contracting, and I had to clench my anus tight, and fight a
powerful urge to shit.  The Professor instructed me to hold it three
minutes, and while I waited, I started fingering my pussy.  To keep my mind
off my staining bowel, I recalled some of my sexual encounters with him. 
As I fantasized about his cock, I rubbed my clit around and around in rapid
circles.  My cunt was slippery, and my finger swirled my nubbin in a
dizzying little dance.  I started to pant, and realized I could make myself
come.  Showing self-restraint, I stopped so I could save my orgasm for him.

   I knew that the Professor ordered me to give myself an enema so he could
fuck me in the ass.  He has done this to me several times before, and I
could well remember the prolonged, uncomfortable feeling of his big dick
thrusting in and out through my asshole.  Tonight, the Professor promised
me "something special", and I hoped that he would do something more tender
or fun with me in addition to anal sex.  Since he asked me to dress up in a
skirt and stockings, perhaps he would take me out on a date!

   The urgent signals from my bowel brought me back to business, and I
plunked down on the toilet, and let that damn water come blasting out.  It
was such a relief!  I sat on the toilet for several minutes, letting the
last drips drain out of my anus.  When I looked in the toilet, I was glad
to see no shit.  If there was shit, the Professor said I had to do it again
until it came out clean, but I was thankful that would not be necessary.

   As I wiped my ass dry with a towel, then I realized I had to hurry to
get ready before he arrived.  I pulled on sheer white panties, and slipped
my boobs into a matching bra.  I stopped to look in the mirror, and saw
that my nipples made dark, prominent points through the sheer bra; I hoped
they would soften before he arrived.  The Professor had requested the rest
of my outfit: a white blouse, a short gray skirt, high-heeled sandals, and
dark nylon stockings.  The sandals are really cute, and they look sexy with
my feet bare, but the Professor asked for stockings, so I slipped my
painted toenails into them.

   Once dressed, I went back into the bathroom to put on a touch of makeup,
and put away the enema stuff.

   Promptly at 9:00, there was a knock on my door.  Professor Alan Sharpe
is rarely late.  After glancing around my small apartment to make sure
everything was picked up, I opened the door.  My heart was thumping with
anticipation.  To my complete surprise, the Professor walked in accompanied
by a strange man.  He has emphasized that our relationship must be a
complete secret.  As he and the stranger walked into my apartment, he said,
"Hello Angela, this is Jack.  He's visiting from Chicago." When he saw the
look of surprise on my face, he said, "Don't worry.  Jack's an old friend
from college."

   "Hi," I said uncertainly.

   "Jack, this is Angela," the Professor said.  "She is a student in my
Calculus class."

   Jack offered his hand, and I shook it reflexively.  He nodded a greeting
without saying anything.  Jack was handsome, with almost the same fit build
as the Professor.

   Why had the Professor brought a stranger to my apartment for our date? I
wondered.  This seemed like a late change in plans, so I assumed they would
leave fairly quickly.  A little part of me was disappointed because I
wouldn't get to do anything with the Professor.

   Professor Sharpe carried a paper bag, and he said, "I brought some
Scotch.  Let's all have a drink." He pulled out a bottle, produced three
shot glasses, and poured full shots in each.  After serving me and Jack, he
hoisted his own in a silent toast, and drained it.  Jack did the same, and
reluctantly, I poured mine down my throat too.  I don't like whisky, and
the full shot burned my mouth and throat.  Immediately, a burst of warmth
passed over my face and down my neck.  The rush of an alcohol buzz swirled
in my head.  I don't drink much, and I have a low tolerance.  As the
Professor poured a second round of shots, I fretted that I would get drunk
much more quickly than the men.

   The Professor was saying something about Jack being a stockbroker, but I
missed most of it.  Then he asked me, "Angela, tell Jack about our
relationship." When he saw the wary surprise on my face, he said, "It's
okay.  Jack doesn't live around here.  He's an old friend, and he can keep
a secret.  Go ahead." At the same time, he drank some of his whisky, and
motioned for me to do the same.

   This was embarrassing!  "Um, well, Professor Sharpe gave me a lot of
help during office hours, and I really appreciated it.  I'm a real dummy in
math, and I just wasn't getting it.  I asked if I could do something nice
for him for some extra credit, and we've had a couple of dates."

   "Tell him about the 'ABC' plan."

   I really didn't want to get into these details!  "The Professor has this
'ABC' plan.  I got an 'A' in Calculus for seeing him three times."

   "What does 'ABC' stand for?" the Professor coaxed.

   I gulped, then said is a low voice, "'A' stands for ass, 'B' stands for
blowjob, and 'C' stands for cunt.  We had sex a different way on each
date."

   "And you got your 'A'," the Professor chimed in.  "So what's our deal
now?"

   "Well, we both had so much fun, we decided to continue dating.  We've
been seeing each other for a few weeks now."

   Jack looked down my body from my face to my toes.  He made no effort to
conceal it, obviously inspecting my bust, hips, and legs in a sexual way. I
didn't understand why he was here, and his leer chilled me with foreboding.

   "Well," said the Professor, "I brought some cards.  How about playing
some poker?"

   "Sounds good," said Jack.  Looking at me, he asked, "You got any money?"

   "Um, not much.  I guess about five or ten dollars, and some change."

   Jack shook his head.  "That won't due.  We'll just have to play for
other stakes.  How about strip poker?"

   That suggestion sent an icy bolt through my heart.  "Uh, well ..." I
spluttered, stalling while I tried to think through my whisky buzz.  "I
don't know ..."

   The Professor stepped close, and said softly in my ear, "Come on.  Be a
good sport.  Jack is a friend of mine, and he came all the way from
Chicago. I'll be fun!"

   When he agreed to continue seeing me after we completed the 'ABC', I
promised the Professor I would do anything he wanted, as long as he didn't
hurt me.  He had already taken that offer farther than I every imagined.  I
realized he was pushing my boundaries yet again.  I like doing things for
him, even when they make me uncomfortable.  We have great sex, and I don't
have to worry about whether he likes me, or what I should be doing.  I just
let him be the boss.  "Ok," I said.

   "Great!" said Jack.  "I haven't played that in years.  Have you ever
played it?" he asked me.

   "Once in high school," I said, thinking back.  "I was with my boyfriend
at the time, and two other couples.  We were pretty drunk.  I remember the
girls got down to their bras, and then we refused to strip further, so we
all ended it by laughing, and then pairing off to make out."

   "I bet the bras came off then anyway," the Professor said.  He was
right.

   The Professor pulled out a deck of cards, and we sat down around my
small dining table.  While shuffling, he explained the rules.  "We'll play
five card stud.  Do you know poker hands?" he asked me.

   "Yes." I was rusty, and the whisky wouldn't help, but I didn't want to
look like a dummy.

   "Ok, after I deal the first round, you can discard up to four cards. 
Instead of bets, the person who discards the most cards has to tell about a
sexual experience.  Then I deal the second round of cards.  We'll play
high-low, so the person with the middle hand loses.  That person has to
take off one piece of clothing." Looking at me, he asked, "What are you
wearing?"

   For a second, the question seemed too obvious, but then I understood
what he meant, and said, "Shoes, stockings, panties, a bra, my skirt, and a
blouse."

   "That's eight items," the Professor said.  "How about you?" he asked
Jack.

   "The same, shoes, socks, pants, boxers, shirt, and undershirt," Jack
responded.

   "Me too," the Professor said.  "That's good, we all start out even."

   "Here's to the winner," Jack toasted, hoisting up his shot glass.  We
all downed another swallow, and my head swirled as I tried to make sense of
the mess I was in.  The Scotch burned a little less, and that was a bad
sign.

   The Professor dealt, and I got a pair of fives.  I didn't want to tell
about a sexual experience, so I kept the fives and a king, and discarded
two cards.  Jack discarded three, and the Professor only one.

   "Tell us a story," the Professor said to Jack.

   Jack thought for a minute, then asked me, "Do you deepthroat?"

   I was taken aback at this, and just shook my head.

   Jack turned to the Professor, and asked, "Have you ever been
deepthroated?"

   The Professor said, "Not really."

   "Well I have," said Jack, "and it's fucking great!  I went out with this
girl a few years ago, and that's all she would do.  She never let me fuck
her, but she would suck dick like a McDonalds milk shake.  When I asked her
how she learned, all she would say is 'Practice, practice, practice.'"

   Jack and the Professor both laughed, and the Professor dealt the second
hand.  I got nothing good.  The Professor laid down his cards, and all he
had was a nine high.  Jack put down a pair of queens.  I was glad I beat
the Professor, until he said, "Well Angela, you're in the middle, so you
lose."

   I forgot we were playing high-low!  Damn, I was going to have to
concentrate on strategy, and the whisky wasn't helping me think straight. I
unbuckled one of my sandals, and slipped it off.

   In the second hand, I had to tell a story.  When I couldn't think of
anything, the Professor suggested, "Tell Jack how you seduced your lab
partner."

   Oh no!  I thought.  I didn't want to talk about that.  "Ah, well, I
asked him to come over to finish a lab report.  When he got here, we drank
a couple of beers.  I slipped a shot of vodka in his to loosen him up. 
After a while, I started kissing him, and then I gave him a blowjob."

   "Angela let me watch from the closet," the Professor interjected,
pointing to the louvered door of my closet.

   Jack laughed, and I flushed with embarrassment.  I hadn't 'let' the
Professor watch.  He dreamed up the whole idea, including surprising me by
arriving right before my lab partner Joe, and insisting on staying to
watch.

   The Professor dealt the second round, and I actually won the hand.  Jack
had to take off a shoe.

   The game went on.  I got some high hands and a couple of low hands.  I
had to finish the story of seducing Joe.  "Tell Jack how he blasted cum all
over your face," the Professor said.

   Red-faced again, I said, "Well, he took a long time to come, and I had
to take a break.  I asked him why he hadn't come yet, and he said he didn't
know if it was alright to come in my mouth.  I told him it was fine, and
then he came about a minute later.  But when he did, he stuck his cock too
far back in my mouth, and I gagged.  I pulled my mouth off his cock, and he
kept spurting away.  He got it all over my face and hair."

   "He gave her a facial like a porn star," Professor Sharpe crowed.  Jack
laughed, and I squirmed and looked at the table.

   At this point, I had lost both sandals and one stocking.  The guys were
both barefoot, so I was ahead.  The Professor poured another round of
shots, and I wondered how far this was going to go.  If they lost, would
they let me keep my clothes on, and leave?

   I lost the next hand, and started to peel my other stocking off.  "No,"
Jack commanded.  "Take off your blouse."

   That's not fair!  I thought.  I looked at the Professor for support, but
he just nodded.  Blushing yet again, I undid the buttons down the front,
and pulled the shirt open to reveal my bra.  Both guys stared at my boobs
while I pulled my arms out of the sleeves, and dropped the blouse on the
floor.

   I looked down, and saw that my nipples were hard and pointy, and clearly
showed through the sheer bra.  Damn!

   The next hand was even worse.  I discarded the same number of cards as
the Professor, but Jack insisted I finish the story of seducing Joe.

   "Well, I had to go into the bathroom to wipe all his cum off my face. 
When I came back, he apologized.  I told him he had to do more than that,
and I made him eat my pussy."

   "Did he make you come?" asked Jack.

   "Yeah," I said, not wishing to recount any more details to Jack than
necessary.

   "Tell him the rest," the Professor said.

   "After he got done eating me, he was hard again.  I put a rubber on his
cock, and he fucked me."

   "Do you always use a rubber when you fuck?" Jack asked.

   Why did I have to answer these personal questions from a complete
stranger?  "No, not usually.  I'm on The Pill.  The Professor told me to
use a rubber, so I could prove I actually fucked him.  The Professor didn't
tell me he would be watching from my closet," I said, giving the Professor
a little glare, "but I went ahead and used the rubber like I was supposed
to." I didn't mention that the Professor made me eat Joe's cum out of the
rubber after Joe left.

   Jack just smiled and nodded.  I lost the hand.  I looked at Jack with
dread, and he said, "Take off your bra."

   I saw no choice at this point.  I reached behind my back, and unhooked
it.  The straps went slack; I shrugged it off my shoulders, and pulled the
cups away from my breasts.  I think my breasts are pretty, and my
boyfriends have always said so too.  I remember the first time I showed
them to the Professor, I was really nervous, but also excited.  Baring them
to Jack just made me feel cheap and vulnerable.

   As soon as I took off the bra, I wanted to cross my arms, but I knew the
men wouldn't let me, so I just sat there with my tits sticking out.  Jack
reached over, and gave one of my boobs a gentle squeeze, like he was
appraising fruit.  "Nice tits," he said, more to the Professor than to me.
I was so surprised by his nerve, I couldn't say anything.

   Play continued.  We drank more, and I heard stories of sexual conquests
by both men.  Eventually, I was down to my panties, the Professor to his
under shorts, and Jack still had his pants on.  Then came the moment I had
been dreading.  I lost my panties.

   "Stand up so we can see you take them off," the Professor told me.  I
skimmed them down below my knees, and let them drop to my ankles.  As I
stepped out of them, I badly wanted to cover myself with my hands.  "Turn
around," the Professor ordered, and I faced away from them.  I could feel
their eyes burning my bare butt.  "Stand with your legs apart, and touch
the floor."

   Oh God!  I thought.  Can't I have any dignity?  I complied, bending at
the waist, and exposing my ass and pussy completely.

   "Nice cunt," Jack said.  Again, his remark was more to the Professor
than to me.

   I felt a finger touch me.  Looking backward and upside down though my
legs, I watched Jack's hand reach my pussy.  He pushed his finger between
my cunt lips, and then stuck it up my vagina.  I was mortified.

   "She's moist," Jack remarked to the Professor.  "And tight too!"

   "Yeah," the Professor smirked, "she's got the tightest cunt I've ever
fucked."

   Now I realized I wasn't in Kansas anymore, Toto.  I had lost the game,
and I wasn't going to get out of this.  Jack wasn't just here for a
friendly game of cards.  I was going to have to have sex with him.  This
was the Professor's "something special".  Of course, some part of me
suspected this the moment I opened the door, but I had just been in denial,
hoping things would turn out otherwise.  How could I hope to win playing
strip poker, drunk, against a math professor and a stockbroker?

   "We've still got to finish the game and see who wins," the Professor
said.

   "What is Angela playing for?" Jack asked.

   "Well, since she's lost all her clothes, I guess she'll just have to owe
us favors," the Professor replied.

   What kind of favors?  I wondered, but I didn't ask.  I could imagine.

   I lost the next two hands.  The Professor told me I owed Jack and him
each a favor, but he didn't say what they would be.  Finally, the Professor
lost, stood up, and pulled down his pants.  He was hard, and a small thrill
shot though me to see his swollen staff.  "You win," he said to Jack.

   Jack stood up too, and walked over to the sofa.  "Put your sandals back
on," he ordered.

   Why did he want me to wear my sandals?  I wondered.  As I buckled my
feet into them, I admired the careful job I had done painting my toes with
red nail polish.

   "The favor you owe me is to suck my cock.  Come over here, and take off
my pants."

   I unzipped his pants over the bulge of his prick, and then pulled them
and his underpants to the floor.  When I saw his penis, I startled in
surprise.  He was not erect, and his cock looked deformed.  The bell-shaped
head of his penis was missing.  Was he the victim of some tragic accident
or birth defect, I wondered?

   Jack noticed my look of alarm and embarrassment.  "Haven't you ever seen
an uncircumcised penis before?"

   "No."

   Jack sat on the sofa, and kicked his feet out of his pants and under
shorts.  He spread his knees, and gestured for me to kneel before him. 
"Take my cock, and gently pull back the skin."

   Reluctantly, I took his flaccid dick in my hand.  I slid the loose skin
back, and the purple head poked out.  All of the men I had been with had
been circumcised, so I never understood what a natural penis looked like.

   "See, it's just like Al's cock, except for the foreskin.  Now suck it.
When I come, I want you to spit the cum into this shot glass."

   It was unusual for me to suck a limp penis.  Jack's whole cock fit in my
mouth.  I played with the loose folds of skin with my tongue.  It started
to swell, and I kept my lips nestled in his pubic hair while he grew fatter
and longer.  When he filled my mouth, I started bobbing my head, sliding
back and forth in a classic blowjob.

   Normally, I like a guy before I suck his cock, and I'm excited to give
him a blowjob.  This was the first time I'd ever sucked a stranger before.
I didn't want his cock in my mouth, and I really didn't want him to come in
my mouth.

   "How's she doing?" the Professor asked Jack.

   I glanced up from between his legs.  Jack was leaning back with his
fingers laced behind his head, watching me suck his cock with a detached
look.  "I've had better," he replied.

   "Well, maybe I can fire her up a bit," the Professor said.  I was
kneeling on the carpet between Jack's legs, bobbing my mouth up and down on
his dick.  Suddenly, the Professor began pushing my knees apart.  I started
to take my mouth off Jack's dick to see what the Professor was doing, but
Jack grabbed my head and pushed it back down on his cock.  I felt the
Professor's hands lift my ass, and his shoulders wedging between my calves.
Then he pulled my ass back down, pressing my pussy onto his mouth.  He had
crawled between my legs, and now I was sitting on the Professor's face.  He
started sucking hard on my inner labia and clit.

   It was unreal sucking Jack's cock while the Professor ate my cunt.  I
have sixty-nined with the Professor before, and that was a lot of fun. 
This was different, but still extremely erotic.  Despite my reluctance with
Jack, the combination of his cock sliding in my mouth and the Professor
tonguing my vagina stirred me into a frenzy.

   I cradled Jack's balls with one hand, and jacked the other hand up and
down his shaft together with my sucking mouth.  Suddenly his scrotum
contracted in my palm, and he started spurting.  I stopped sliding my mouth
at the top so I could collect his cum.  "Oh fuck yeah!" he shouted as he
came.  He made a lot.

   The Professor must have felt me stop when Jack started coming.  He
pushed me off his face, and wriggled out from between my legs.  I popped my
mouth off Jack's spent prick.  Jack handed me a shot glass, and I spit my
mouthful of his cum into it.  Even though I have swallowed a lot of cum in
my life, I still don't like the taste of it.

   I was kind of dizzy from the whisky and bobbing my head up and down. 
Before I could collect myself, the Professor pulled me to my hands and
knees on the floor and knelt behind me.  He slid his hot rod up my vagina,
and started fucking me doggy style.  Gripping my bare hips, he pounded his
stiff cock into me fast and hard.

   "Hey!" said Jack.  "I thought you were going to get a blowjob too!"

   "I will," said the Professor, "I just want a little head start."

   I like the Professor to fuck me, but I was embarrassed doing it right in
front of Jack.  I can't usually come when I'm fucked from behind unless I
rub myself at the same time, but I was too self conscious to do that in
this situation.  So the Professor slammed in and out, and the deep
penetration felt really good, but I couldn't enjoy it very much.

   Suddenly, he pulled out, and walked around to face me.  "Suck my cock,
and spit the cum out like you did Jack's," he ordered me.

   I sat back on my heels on the floor, and he thrust his red, sticky prick
in my face.  I slid my mouth over his fat knob.  His cock was slippery, and
tasted like my pussy.  I started sucking, and he came very quickly.  The
Professor seized my head in both hands, and held it still while he pumped
squirt after squirt of jism into my mouth.  "Uh, uh, uh, uh!" the Professor
gasped as he shot his load.

   I moaned "Mmmm, mmmm" as he flooded my mouth with cum.

   When he was done, he handed me another shot glass, and I spit his cum
into it.  The night I blew my lab partner Joe, I also blew him, so this was
the second time I had two men come in my mouth right after each other.

   The Professor held the two shot glasses side by side, and he and Jack
inspected them.  "Mine's fuller," the Professor declared.  "I win!"

   "Yours just has more spit in it," Jack objected.

   "If so, that's because my cock tastes better."

   Oh God!  I thought.  It's just like guys to compete, even about how much
jiz they make.

   The Professor poured the cum from one glass into the other.  White globs
grew into long, slow drips from the upper glass to the lower.  The
Professor even pushed the last glob out with his finger.  He handed the
full glass to me, and said, "Drink up!"

   I looked into the shot glass.  It was almost full of cum.  All of it had
already been in my mouth, but the prospect of drinking it revolted me. 
Even so, I put it to my lips, and poured the whole slimy mass into my
mouth. As I swallowed the double load, I imagined a billion microscopic
sperm swimming in my mouth.  The taste of cum clung to my tongue, and its
musky smell pervaded my nostrils.  I almost gagged.

   At least it's over, I thought to myself.  Now that the guys have both
come, they should leave.

   "So what did you win?" Jack asked the Professor.

   "I get to fuck her in the ass first," the Professor answered.

   Oh God!  I thought.  I had forgotten all about that.  I was trapped in
my apartment, naked, with two men who were going to fuck me the rest of the
night any way they wanted!



   Chapter 2

   After the blowjobs, Jack washed out the shot glasses in the kitchen, and
poured a new round.  Professor Sharpe rolled my TV cart in front of the
sofa, and popped in a video he brought.  The men sat on the ends of the
sofa, and patted the middle for me to sit between them.  They were
completely nude, and I was wearing only my high heels.  Jack pulled the
coffee table between the sofa and the TV, and we all put our feet up.

   As the video started, the Professor raised his glass in a toast, and we
all drank.  I certainly didn't need any more.

   The movie was porn.  I had never seen a porno flick before.  There was
no plot, and the dialog was vacuous.  The girl was white, blonde, and had
very big tits.  I realized she had breast implants, but I couldn't see any
scars on her bulging boobs.  The man was black, and he had a huge cock. 
They stripped quickly, and she sucked his dick.  The camera zoomed in for
close-ups of her ruby lips gliding back and forth over his thick, veined
penis.  The view shifted to her pussy, which was hairless.  I had never
seen the pink recesses of a woman's genitals from so close.  I could even
see right up her vagina.  Very quickly, that vagina was stuffed with the
big, black dick.  The girl made fake sounds of ecstasy.  They did it in
several positions, and the camera showed close-ups from every angle.  Tits
bounced, hair flew, and that big prick slammed in and out, in and out. 
After about 15 minutes of sucking and fucking, the man pulled out of her
cunt, and jacked off on her face.  He splattered shot after shot of milky
goo all over her.  That's what the Professor had meant with his comment
about Joe giving me a facial like a porn star!  She licked some of the cum
off her tits, and faked like she loved it.

   While we stared at the spectacle of skin on my TV screen, the guys
sipped their whiskies, and made crude comments.  The men's hairy legs
stretched to their bare feet on the coffee table, and my smoothly shaved
legs, strappy sandals, and red toenails rested between them.  When the dude
started fucking the girl, the Professor took my hand and put it on his lap.
I ran my fingers through his pubic hair, and tickled his cock for a moment,
then pulled my hand back.  The Professor took my hand again, put it back on
his limp prick, and closed my fingers around it.  To make sure I got his
intention, he moved my hand up and down a few times.  I began massaging his
cock, and he started to get hard.

   Jack saw what I was doing to the Professor, and put my other hand on his
cock.  I sat between the men giving them both handjobs while we watched the
girl on TV getting it doggy style.  The guys got hard, and made me keep
jacking them until the cum shot.  Occasionally, one of them would reach
over and feel my tit, or put his hand between my legs and stroke my pubic
hair.  I was very aroused, and my heart pounded.  The fucking on the
screen, the dicks in my hands, and the whisky combined to overload my sex
circuits.  In the back of my mind, I fretted over what the men were going
to do to me.

   After the on-screen cum shower, the Professor stopped the video.  Jack
said, "Al, why don't you tell Angela how we got to be friends?"

   The Professor smiled at the suggestion.  "Oh yeah!  That's a good story.
Jack and I met at a party.  We were drinking some beers, and we started
talking about girls.  We both had just started dating hot chicks, so we
were bragging to each other about how adventuresome our new girlfriends
were about sex.  We went on and on talking about how these girls had no
inhibitions, and what they did in bed.  After a while, Jack looked at me
kind of funny, and asked 'What's your girlfriend's name?' 'Lucy,' I told
him, and he said, 'Oh shit!  She's the same chick I'm seeing!'"

   Jack cut in, "We couldn't fucking believe it.  Lucy was screwing both of
our brains out, and she never said a word about us to each other!"

   The Professor resumed, "We decided to confront her together, to see what
she said.  When we did, she was really cool about it.  She said she just
liked guys, and had a lot of fun with both of us.  Then she shocked the
shit out of us, and suggested that we all go out together.  I figured 'What
the hell?'"

   "Bullshit!" Jack interrupted.  "She had your dick wrapped around her
finger!"

   "Well, yours too!" the Professor retorted.  "Anyway, the three of us
went out and partied, and then we all went back to her room.  She acted
like this was nothing unusual, and maybe for her it wasn't.  We all
stripped down, and she started doing me, then Jack, then both of us
together.  After the first round, she fucked us both again.  I don't know
about you," the Professor said to Jack, "but I've never had a wilder time
than that!"

   "Yeah, that definitely belongs in the highlight reel!" Jack answered.

   The Professor continued, "The damn thing was, after that night she
didn't want to see either of us anymore.  We even offered to do her again
together, but she wasn't interested.  Ever since then, I've been looking
for another three-way, but I've never found the right opportunity, until
tonight!"

   "When Al called, and told me what he had going with you," Jack said to
me, "I figured, 'Yeah, I definitely want to meet this chick.'"

   The Professor pulled down the bedspread and sheet on my double bed, and
gestured for me to lie down.  "Since you gave us such good orgasms, it's
time we returned the favor."

   Here it comes, I thought.  My heart fluttered with nervous anticipation.
I sat on the side of the bed, and reached to unstrap my sandals.  "No,
leave those on!" Jack ordered.  "You know," he continued to Professor
Sharpe, "I think she's still a little shy with me.  Let's blindfold her, so
she can't favor you over me."

   I looked to the Professor in alarm, but he just said "Ok", and picked up
one of my nylons off the floor.  He placed it over my eyes, and tied it
behind my head.  Despite the sheerness of the material, I couldn't really
see anything through it.  I struggled to quell the claw of panic in my
chest as I realized how helpless I was, naked and blindfolded.

   They laid me in the middle of the bed, on my back, with my arms at my
sides.  I felt a little strange with my shoes on in bed.  The men lay on
both sides of me.  Hands caressed and fondled me.  One pair of lips started
sucking my right nipple, then the other mouth began nursing on the left. 
It was weird and erotic to have both sucked at the same time.  A hand
cupped my pussy, pushed a finger into the cleft, and started massaging my
clit.  I had been looking forward to this date with the Professor all week.
After stripping, sucking, fucking, and watching the porno, I was so horny I
felt like I would burst.

   I was rolled onto my side, and they raised my top leg in the air like
scissors.  The man behind me pulled my butt cheeks apart, and licked my
anus.  The man in front nestled his face in my pubic hair, and tongued my
clitoris.  I was getting cunnilingus and anglings at the same time!  Soon,
one guy had his tongue stuck in my asshole, and the other's tongue wiggled
in my vagina.  This was foreplay taken to a whole new level!

   Their mouths disengaged, they rolled me onto my back, and spread my
legs. A man climbed on and thrust his penis all the way into my vagina. 
"Huh!", we both gasped.  Then he held his chest above mine, and started
pounding his hips between my legs.  He fucked me fast and hard, with deep
strokes.  I started panting.  My world shrank to just the sliding friction
of his cock pistoning in the tight, slippery confines of my fuck hole.

   After a minute, he pulled out and climbed aside.  The other man mounted
me, stuffed his cock in, and began fucking me just as hard as the first man
had.  He rode me about a minute, then yielded to the first man again.  The
men were taking turns fucking me!

   Blindfolded, I had no idea which man was which.  We were all panting
hard.  I wanted to come with the Professor, but I couldn't tell who was
fucking me, and I couldn't hold back.  My orgasm exploded in wave after
wave of contractions, my vagina rhythmically squeezing on that thrusting
prick.  The man kept fucking me relentlessly, prolonging my climax. 
"Ohhhhhhh!" I hollered, so loud the neighbors could hear.  My pent up
sexual energy was so great, I must have come for a whole minute.  I kept
expecting the guy to come and stop fucking, but he kept hammering his nail
into me until I was completely spent.

   Finally he pulled out and climbed off me.  He hadn't come, despite my
orgasm.  "You got her," I heard the Professor say to Jack.  I realized I
had just come on Jack's dick.  Was that another contest between the men, to
see who could fuck me to orgasm?  I felt vaguely disappointed and
embarrassed to have come so hard being fucked by a complete stranger I
didn't even like, but then I said to myself, 'Just let it go.  They're
going to use you however they want, and there's nothing you can do about
it. So go ahead and enjoy yourself!'

   For a moment, my body reverberated with fading echoes of my orgasm, but
then the Professor climbed on me.  He banged me for a minute, then pulled
out, and let Jack take his place.  They alternated, one screwing me, then
the other.  I have never been fucked harder.  I was drowsy from the orgasm
and the whisky, but my body responded to the intense stimulation between my
legs.  Before the Professor, I had trouble coming with my old boyfriends.
They never got me excited enough with foreplay, and they seldom lasted long
in my pussy.  The great thing about sex with Professor Sharpe is that I
always have terrific orgasms!  I have learned so much about sex from him;
now I know I can get what I need from a guy, and even show him a thing or
two!

   After taking so many turns I lost track who was on me, the guys fucked
me almost to orgasm again.  In the old days, I seldom came once, much less
twice!  Then they climbed off, and guided me to a new position.  One man
lay sideways on the bed with his feet on the floor, and I straddled him,
kneeling on the edge of the bed, with my vagina sheathing his prick.  Since
I was on top, I supposed I should do the fucking, so I started bouncing up
and down on his cock.  I was still blindfolded, and I wasn't sure whether I
was screwing the Professor or Jack, but I wanted to come again, and I
didn't care whose dick was in me anymore.

   The man under me hugged me, pressing my breasts against his chest, and
stopping my humping.  He grasped my butt cheeks, and spread them open. 
Something cool and wet touched my anus.  The second man began to shove his
prick into my ass, while the first guy's cock was still buried in my cunt!
"Wait!" I protested, but it was too late.  The head of his penis poked
through the taut ring of my asshole, and he started forcing the rest of his
dick into my rectum.  My vagina was already tightly wrapped around the
first cock, and now the second cock stretched my asshole.  The man behind
me pushed his prick into my ass until I felt his pubic hair grind against
my butt cheeks.  "Ohhh!" I moaned from the fullness of two big dicks packed
into my bottom side.

   They started to fuck me together.  At first they were slow, and they
weren't synchronized.  One cock pushed in while the other pulled out; both
slid in together; both pulled out together; one stopped while the other
fucked; both fucked at different rates, together, apart, together, apart.
We all grunted as their dicks worked in and out of my tight holes.  I had
no control, blindfolded and sandwiched between two strong men.  I
remembered the tingle of fear and anticipation when Professor Sharpe called
and told me to give myself an enema before he arrived.  I knew I was going
to get it in the ass tonight, but I never dreamed I would be fucked in the
pussy at the same time!  The sensation of two pricks gliding past each
other, separated by the thin membrane between my vagina and rectum, was
indescribable!

   The guy in my ass started to take control.  I sensed his growing
excitement as he thrust faster and faster.  The cock in my pussy slowed
down, but remained stuffed all the way in my vagina.  The man behind me
pressed his chest against my back, squashing my tits into the chest hair of
the man underneath me.  I came, letting out a long, low moan, "Ahhhhhhh".

   The Professor has fucked me in the ass with his cock, with a vibrator,
and with a fat butt plug.  For me, anal orgasms are different from vaginal
ones.  They're not as intense, and the muscle contractions aren't the same.
It's like my whole body comes.

   When I came, the ass-fucker came too.  He seized my hips, and slammed
his cock in to the hilt.  My butt was so tight, I could feel his dick pulse
as he ejaculated into my rectum.  My anal sphincter clamped down on this
dick, and both of us came together for a long time.

   After he finished, he stepped back, yanking his long dick out of my
butt. "Ugh!" I gasped as my empty rectum contracted abruptly.  I felt
something wet trickle out of my asshole.  The cock in my vagina was still.

   "You didn't come?" the Professor asked from behind me.

   "No," Jack replied underneath me.  "Now I want a turn in her ass!"

   I popped my pussy off Jack's cock, and stood beside the bed.  I was
wobbly on my high heels after all the whisky and two orgasms.  Jack made me
stand facing the side of the bed, with my knees bent so my ass was at the
level of his hips.  He stood behind me.  "Hand me her other nylon," he said
to the Professor.  "I want to tie her hands behind her back."

   Oh God!  I thought to myself in panic.  I already felt helpless enough
without my arms tied!  Jack pushed me down, so I bent at the waist and
rested my face and breasts on the bed.  He grabbed my wrists, put them
together over the small of my back, and bound them with my second stocking.
I was still blindfolded with the first stocking.  With my arms tied, I had
to lean my cheek and shoulders on the sheets to support my torso.

   "Do you want some lube?" the Professor asked Jack.

   "Are you kidding?  She's got your cum all over her ass, and I'm sure
there's more inside.  I just hope she's not too wet."

   With that, Jack pressed the head of his cock against my asshole, and
slowly pushed his whole length into my butt.  Then he grabbed my love
handles, and started sodomizing me.  I was slippery enough.  This was
actually a bit easier to take than the previous fuck, because I no longer
had a second cock in my pussy.

   Jack hammered into my ass for a long time.  With my hands tied behind my
back, every time his groin slapped against my butt, he shoved my face into
the sheet.  I wasn't aroused anymore, and I just wished he would finish. 
Eventually, the Professor climbed on the bed beside me.  He started feeling
one of my hanging tits, and tugging at the nipple.  Then he stuck his
tongue in my ear.  Jack's thick penis continued to glide back and forth,
back and forth through my asshole, and underneath it, his balls kept
spanking my cunt.

   The Professor whispered softly in my ear, "If you want him to come, make
some noise like you're coming, and squeeze on his dick as hard as you can."


   "Uh, uh, uh!" I grunted in time to Jack's thrusts.  I began to wiggle my
ass and moan, "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" I bore down as hard as I could, clenching
my anal sphincters to grip his sliding dick.  Straining on his bulky member
made me gasp for air.

   "Yeah, bitch!" said Jack, "come on my dick!"

   He fucked me even harder.  Finally, he climaxed, spearing my ass as
deeply as he could penetrate, and holding me tight while he pumped cum into
my rectum.  I never would have imagined that I would be glad to have a
stranger come in my ass, but I was then, because I was so happy to get it
over with.

   After he pulled his dick out, I slumped onto the bed.  I was all fucked
out.  My hands were still tied behind my back with one stocking, and the
other was knotted behind my head, covering my eyes.  My shoes were still
on. I made a series of wet, spluttering farts; my anal muscles were too
tired and stretched to control them.  There were two loads of cum in my
stomach, two more in my ass, and I realized they would meet somewhere in my
bowels in a couple of hours.  I faded into unconsciousness.



   Chapter 3

   I must have fallen asleep.  My doze was interrupted when one of the men
pulled my legs down so my toes touched the floor.  I was sprawled sideways
on the bed, face down, legs wide apart.  I was groggy.  There were flashes
of light through my blindfold.  As I woke up, I heard Jack say, "Those were
some great shots.  Now turn her over so I can shoot her front." They were
taking pictures of me nude!  Hands rolled me onto my back, with my arms
still tied underneath me.  There was another flash, and then Jack said,
"Good, now spread her legs, so I can get a close-up of her pussy." The
hands pulled my legs apart, and there was another flash.  "Spread her cunt
lips," Jack said.  Fingers peeled them open, and the flash went off again.
At least no one could recognize me in the pictures, because I was
blindfolded.

   After the photographs, they pulled me to my feet, and untied the nylons
around my head and wrists.  "Wake up!" the Professor said, "The party's
still going!"

   I blinked in the light, and rubbed one wrist with the other hand.  I was
still a little sleepy and a little drunk, and unsteady in my high heels. 
My butt cheeks and inner thighs were sticky.  My vagina and especially my
asshole felt like they had been reamed.  I hoped the guys' dicks were sore
too.

   "Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked the Professor.

   "Sure," he said, and I scurried in to clean up.

   When I sat on the toilet to pee, I made some farts, and liquid dripped
out.  There were a couple of white drops floating in the yellow water when
I flushed.  I wondered whether they were Jack's cum, or the Professor's, or
a mix of both.  I had to use a wet washcloth to wipe all the slime out of
my butt crack.  The pubic hairs on my pussy lips were all sticky and
matted, and I wiped there too.  Looking in the mirror, I saw that my
lipstick was smeared from the cock sucking, so I wiped it all away.  I
still looked like a mess, but it was the guys' fault, and I didn't care
anymore.  They had already fucked me hard every way possible, and both come
in my mouth and my ass, so I figured there was nothing more they could do
to me.

   When I came out of the bathroom, the Professor told me to round up a
snack.  Thinking about the yogurt and salad ingredients in my refrigerator,
I worried that I didn't have anything good to offer, but then I remembered
a bag of corn chips and a jar of salsa in the cupboard.  Bringing those
back into the living room, I still felt weird walking around my apartment
naked in high heels.  It was also disconcerting to see the men's bare
genitals hanging casually under the ruffs of their pubic hair.

   We all sat on the couch.  The guys drank more Scotch, and munched on the
chips.  The Professor poured me another shot, and I sipped it reluctantly.

   They played more of the porno movie.  The next scene was a brunette and
two men.  She was beautiful, and had nice, natural-looking tits.  Her labia
were completely shaved, but she had a small tuft of dark pubic hair on her
mons.  The porn stars made her kneel, and suck their dicks in turns.  After
a while, they moved her to hands and knees; one guy stuck his cock in her
mouth, and the other fucked her from behind, doggy style.  After a couple
of minutes, the guys switched places.  The camera zoomed in for plenty of
close-ups of one rod sliding back and forth through her lips, and the other
rod doing the same through her pussy lips.  Later on, one of the actors sat
in a big chair, and the porno queen mounted him.  The camera watched from
floor height as her naked ass bobbed up and down, alternately burying and
revealing his long shaft in her pussy.  Then the second man stepped in from
behind, and stuffed his cock up her asshole.  It was unnerving to watch
them double-fuck her on the screen, and remember how it had felt in real
life less than an hour before.  The brunette made a lot of noise, but she
didn't seem as fake as the first actress had.  After she made sounds that
might have been an orgasm, the men pulled out of her, and both jacked off
all over her face.  I wondered why they did that instead of coming in her
holes, but maybe that's how men are supposed to come in porno movies.

   Professor Sharpe stopped the video again.  "Stand up on the coffee
table," he told me.  I stepped onto the table in front of the TV, and faced
the men on the sofa.  "Stand with your legs apart." I spread my stance. 
"Doesn't she have a nice pussy?" the Professor asked Jack.

   "Yeah," Jack said, as both men stared at my pubis.

   "I think it would look even better if she shaved the hair off her cunt
lips, don't you?"

   "Like that bitch in the movie," Jack agreed, nodding.

   "Well, let's do it!"

   Oh shit!  I thought.

   The Professor went into the bathroom, and emerged with my razor, shaving
cream, a towel, and a wet washcloth.  I got down off the coffee table.  He
put the towel on the table, and then laid me on my back on it, with my butt
at one end, my feet on the floor, and my legs spread wide.  He knelt
between my legs, and wiped me with the washcloth.  Then he shot a white
ball of shaving foam onto his finger tips, and spread it all over my pussy.

   I was afraid he would cut me with the razor, but the blade was new, and
he was careful.  Even so, I could feel my pubic hairs catch as he drew the
razor up my major labia.  One at a time, he stretched my pussy lips out
with one hand as the other hand drew the blade over them.  Every couple of
strokes, he wiped the cream and hair off on the washcloth.  When he got to
the top, he put one finger right on my clit, and scratched away the hair
over the top of my cleft.  Finally, he wiped away the rest of the shaving
cream, and peered closely to inspect his work.  Satisfied, he told me,
"Wait a minute," and went into the bathroom to rinse off the washcloth. 
Then he came back, and wiped me more thoroughly with the hot, wet cloth.

   I felt totally humiliated through the whole procedure.  They never asked
my whether I wanted my pussy shaved.  They just did it as if they had every
right to decide what my pussy should look like, and I didn't matter at all.

   "Stand on the table again," the Professor ordered me.

   I stood in front of them, and they scrutinized the Professor's
handiwork. He left me a little circular patch of hair on the top of my
mound, but my groins and cunt lips were completely bare and smooth.  My
labia felt chafed from the shave, and chilled from the wiping.

   "Nice job," Jack said laconically.  "She looks good enough to eat."

   "Well then, go ahead!"

   They sat me in the middle of the sofa, with my hips scooted forward, and
my feet up on the coffee table.  Jack knelt between my legs, and buried his
face in my naked pussy.  He sucked my outer cunt lips together, then
separately, then the inner ones.  His tongue roamed through my privates,
twirling around my clitoris, and wiggling in my vagina.

   I know most people think oral sex is more casual than actual
intercourse, but I always feel it is more intimate.  Despite all the other
things Jack had already done to me, this seemed like more of an invasion
than when he came in my mouth or fucked me in the ass.

   The Professor climbed on the sofa, straddling me, and thrust his dick in
my face.  I started sucking him while Jack continued to chew my pussy.  He
made me squirm as he tried to eat through to my back side.  Now the
Professor's rod was fully engorged, and he fucked it back and forth in
short strokes in my mouth.

   Just when I couldn't take any more, they switched places.  I was
thankful they had both cleaned their dicks off after fucking me in the ass.
Now my tongue circled around and around between Jack's glans and foreskin,
while the Professor's tongue tickled my clit.  Exhausted and sated after
two orgasms, I was surprised to find myself aroused again.

   Finally, the Professor stopped eating me, and Jack pulled his dick out
of my mouth.  They started the movie again, and sat on the couch on either
side of me.  I started to watch the sex scene, but the Professor pulled me
over so my mouth was on his cock.  I blew him while he stared at the porn
on TV.  Leaning over to suck the Professor raised my ass to Jack, and he
stuck his finger in my cunt from behind and finger-fucked me while he
watched the fucking on screen.  After a while, they made me switch to
blowing Jack.

   Eventually they let me stop sucking them and watch the porn.  I was
amazed to see a gorgeous redhead take a large prick in her mouth, and slide
her lips all the way to the base of the shaft.  Deepthroat!  I had never
believed it was really possible, but now I was watching it with my own
eyes!

   After the fellatrix swallowed the whole dick for about the twentieth
time, the guy grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth.  He made deep
thrusts that pushed his cock down her throat repeatedly.  She drooled long
strings of saliva.  Finally, he pulled out, and blasted her tits with shot
after shot of cum.  When the man backed off the screen, the camera focused
on the redhead's chest.  She was coated with rivulets of goo, which dripped
off her pointy nipples in white globs.

   "Angela," Jack said, "I want you to try to deepthroat me."

   Fear rose in my heart.  "Um, I don't think I can do that."

   "Sure you can.  Take a shot.  That'll loosen you up.  Then slide your
mouth down as far as you can, and try to swallow the head of my dick."

   I downed the whisky, which didn't burn at all anymore, but the alcohol
made my head spin.  I pulled his foreskin down to expose the swollen purple
glans.  Then I put my lips around his knob, and slid them down until his
cock filled my mouth.  After steeling myself for a moment, I swallowed, but
the bulbous head did not go down my throat.

   "That's good," Jack encouraged, "Try again."

   When I did, he pushed his cock, and it popped into my throat.  I gagged.
I had to pull my mouth off his prick, but he made me try again a minute
later.  That time, when the head of his dick when into my throat, he told
me to keep swallowing.  I gulped and gagged for several seconds before he
let me come up for air.  Saliva dripped off my chin.

   "That was pretty good," Jack said.  "Now do Alan."

   The feeling of Jack's dick lingered in my throat, and I coughed.  Then
the Professor stuck his cock in my face, and I swallowed it.  This time was
a little better, and his pubic hair tickled my nose while the head of his
dick stared down my esophagus.  But then I gagged and almost wretched.

   The men made me try to deepthroat them several more times each.  I got a
little better at suppressing my gag reflex, until Jack tried to fuck his
cock back and forth in my throat.  That time, I really almost vomited.

   "Please, don't make me do this any more!" I pleaded, almost crying.

   "Ok," said Jack, "I feel like fucking now anyway!"

   After that things got blurry.  They stuck cocks in my mouth, and I
sucked them.  They stuck cocks in my cunt and fucked me.  Because of
exhaustion and alcohol, I slipped into a state of blissful oblivion.

   Finally, Jack sat on the edge of the bed, and made me straddle him,
facing outward.  My weight was supported by my knees on the bed, so he was
free to rock his cock in and out of my pussy.  The Professor knelt on the
floor in front of me, and started sucking my clit while Jack fucked me. 
From behind, Jack took each of my tits in his hands and kneaded them while
his dick sawed back and forth through my shaved pussy lips.  The triple
stimulation of my breasts, clitoris, and vagina really woke me up.  I
squirmed to press my pussy down on Jack's cock, and into the Professor's
face.  Another orgasm loomed inside me, getting ready to explode.

   Before I could come, the Professor stood up, and pressed his cock into
my cunt.  I was shocked when the head popped into my vagina, because Jack's
cock was already stuffed all the way in.

   "What are you doing?!" I cried.  "Stop!"

   "Quiet!" Jack commanded from underneath me, "or we'll stick both our
cocks up your ass!"

   That threat silenced my objections.

   The men jockeyed their dicks for a moment, and then they both thrust
them deep into my vagina together.  I had never dreamed it was possible. 
The two fat pricks stretched my cunt tighter than I have ever felt it
before.  All of us gasped.  They started fucking me.  Their dicks slid past
each other, bound together in my slippery sheath.  A few times one of them
popped out, but it was quickly crammed back in.

   Our three bodies met at the vertex of my vagina.  Beneath me, Jack held
my hips while he and the Professor stabbed into my love canal.  Professor
Sharpe's hands replaced Jack's on my breasts, and he clutched them tightly.
They fell into a rhythm, fucking one cock in as the other cock fucked out.
My vagina poured mucus, which coated their dicks and my cunt lips.

   We all got more and more excited, gasping, moaning, squirming,
thrusting. "Ahhh!  Ohhh!  Uhhh!" The fucking accelerated, pricks darting in
and out of my taut vagina.  I think I started to come first, but quickly
both men joined me in a loud chorus of moans.  "Huhhhh!  Huhhhh!  Huhhhh!"
They shoved in as deep as they could.  My cunt clamped down, and I could
feel their contractions as they ejaculated.  Trapped in my tight tunnel,
they must have felt the pulses of cum shooting up each other's urethras,
and the other's cock head swelling to disgorge the spurts onto my cervix.

   Finally, all of us stopped moving, except for our heaving chests as we
caught our breath.  The Professor pulled his dick out first.  It was still
long, and coated with a white gloss of cum.  A pearly drop clung to the
purple head.  When Jack pulled his cock out, I felt fluids run out of my
vagina, and down the inside of one thigh.  My fuck hole felt stretched wide
open.

   I unfolded my legs and climbed off the bed.  I was still wearing my
sandals.  The Professor made me kneel on the floor and clean his dick off
with my mouth.  It was completely coated with cum.  There were more globs
of it in his pubic hair.  His balls were also sticky, and he made me suck
them gently.  Then I had to turn to Jack, who lay sideways on the bed with
his feet on the floor.  His cock was even more slimy than the Professor's,
and I had to suck all the cum off it, and lick his hairy balls too.

   Finally I finished cleaning the men's genitals, and stood.  The
Professor spanked my bare butt with a hard, open-handed slap.  "Whap!"
Startled, I jumped.  His hand print stung.  "That was one of the all-time
best fucks I ever had, Angela!  What do you think Jack?"

   Jack rose off the bed, looking tired and bleary.  "No doubt about it. 
Another one for the highlight reel.  Lucy would be proud of us!"

   "Time to go," the Professor said to Jack.  They both found their clothes
on the floor and dressed.  I just sat on the bed, naked, and watched them.
I was too beat to care about anything.

   As the men left, Jack said, "Thanks for the good time!"

   Professor Sharpe just said, "See you."

   After the door shut, I lay back on the bed.  I was wiped out.  The room
swirled.  As I faded into sleep, I still had the taste of their cum in my
mouth.



   Epilog

   In the morning, a knock on my door woke me.  I was sleepy and hung over,
and my mouth tasted foul.  I climbed off the bed, where I had sprawled all
night.  There was a cum stain on the sheet where my bottom had been.

   The knock came again, louder.  "Angela?" Jack's voice called.

   I stumbled over to the door, but didn't open it.  I was still nude
except for my high heels.  In my exhaustion, I had fallen asleep without
taking them off.  "What?" I called through the door.

   "Let me in.  I want to thank you for last night."

   Instead of opening the door, I locked it.  "No," I said.  "I just woke
up, and I'm a mess."

   "That's ok," said Jack.  "I'm on my way out of town.  I won't take
long."

   Take long?  I wondered.  "What do you want?"

   "Just a quickie."

   A quickie?  He wanted to fuck me again?!  "No!" I shouted.  "Go away!"

   "Hey, Alan told me you'd do anything he asked you to.  He told you to
have sex with me, and I want another piece of your ass before I hit the
road.  If you don't want to fuck though, you can just blow me."

   What a considerate offer!  I recalled Jack fucking my asshole while I
was blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back.  Then I remembered
choking on his cock when he made me deepthroat him.  "Go fuck yourself!" I
shouted through the door.

   "Well, look, if you want some money, I can pay you," Jack replied.

   Pay me?  He thinks I'm a whore!  "Get lost!" I shouted.

   He must have left after that, because I didn't hear anything more.  I
hoped the neighbors hadn't overheard our conversation.  I didn't want them
thinking I am some kind of slut.

   Slumped against the door, I reflected back on the previous night's
activities.  Had I been gang raped, or just had the sexual experience of a
lifetime?  It was such a mixture of thrills, fear, humiliation, and
ecstasy. Had the Professor opened my door to a new world of sexual
pleasure? Or did he just use me like a free hooker?

   Unconsciously, I put my hand between my legs, and startled.  My cunt
lips were bare!  I had forgotten the Professor shaved me.  They were also
crusted with dried cum, as were my inner thighs.  My vagina and asshole
felt sore and used.  I didn't think I could ever face sex again.

   Then I remembered: I'm supposed to go out on a date with my lab partner
Joe tonight.  Of course, he will want to fuck me.  Could I handle that? 
Would my vagina be too tender?  Would I be able to come with him?  What
will I say when he sees my shaved pussy?

   I like Joe, and I want him to be my boyfriend.  I'll tell him I shaved
my pussy for him, I resolved.  And I'll fuck him even if it hurts, and fake
an orgasm if I have to.

   But will I ever be able to enjoy normal fucking again, without comparing
it to the feeling of two cocks stuffed in my cunt, slipping, thrusting, and
coming?  Should I let the Professor continue to use me in ever more extreme
sexual fantasies?  Could I quit seeing the Professor, and lose all the
excitement and pleasures he gives me?  I was more confused than ever.



   Postscript

   Please let me know what you thought about "The 'ABC' Plan 5: Strip
Poker" by email at kalmkren@yahoo.com.  I may write further sequels about
the sexual adventures of Prof.  Sharpe and Angela.

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