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Subject: {ASSM} Poker, Poke Her by Delta Venus
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Poker, Poke Her - a Slutty Anita Story
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


Stan ripped the covers off the bed, revealing my sleeping wife Anita
in a flimsy pink pastel nightie and a pair of matching panties. Paul
and Steve each grabbed one of her arms, which startled her awake. Stan
then grasped the nightie at the bodice, and tore it off in one quick
ripping motion. Anita began to struggle instinctively, still not quite
aware of what was going on, but Paul and Steve had a good hold of her
and she wasn't going anywhere. Stan grabbed her panties at the
waistband, and torn them from her, which required a little more doing
than the flimsy nightie had, but Stan was easily up to the task. Anita
was all the way awake now, and gasped at the violent removal of the
last thing she was wearing. Stan took advantage of her open mouth, and
stuffed the panties right in, effectively muffling her screams. She
looked frightened, but she was also responding to the assault the way
she usually responds to rough treatment, she was getting excited.


My wife Anita is a slut. She loves rough sex and multiple partners. I
love my wife and her slutty ways, in fact I encourage her to be as
sexual as she wants to be - sometimes a little more than she wants to
be. Normally I would have set up a party for all of us, and she would
have been an awake and active participant, but I have been taking it
easy on my wife since our second honeymoon trip, because she is very
likely in a family way. (see "Jamaica Baby") Anita hadn't caught on to
my birth control pill replacement scheme, so she had no idea why I was
being gentle, but she didn't mind the change of pace, and was enjoying
the break from our usual pattern of heavy hedonism. So why was my
quite probably pregnant wife the focus of a two AM sexual assault and
gang bang? Four tens beats a full house, that's why.


I had gotten more than a little bored, since we weren't doing anything
majorly exciting. We still made love, but no major sex parties, no
rough stuff, no kinky games. I wasn't going to break the boredom with
Anita for the time being, so I resorted to more conventional means. I
shipped the kids off to visit their grandmother for a weekend, and
invited a group of my buddies over for a marathon poker session. Beer,
chips, cigars, the works. A weekend of drinking and gambling would do
just the trick to chase the dulls away.


Stan was the first to arrive. He is a big, burly mechanic I've known
for a couple of years. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and is hairy.
Gorilla hairy. Woolly mammoth hairy. Either of those comparisons fits
with his build, which is quite thick. Anita had gotten the door, and
let him in. I could see he was eyeing her thoroughly, but being at
least a little polite about it and not doing it when she could catch
him at it. She seemed to be taking him in as well, and had a
mischievious glint in her eye. Too bad, I thought. You won't get to
see if the rest of him is as thick as the parts you can see. Not
tonight, anyways. She offered him a beer, which he accepted, and they
both sat down in the living room, exchanging small talk, and flirting
a little.


Paul rang the bell shortly thereafter. I let him in, so Anita could
keep chatting up Stan. Paul is an old chum from high school. Italian
all the way, just ask him and he'll let you know it. He is on the
smallish side, with uncharacteristicly blonde hair, brown eyes, and
the smooth olive complexion you'd expect from someone hailing from the
Med. He has had the opportunity to play with Anita before, so he
quickly joined Stan, after getting himself a beer from the fridge, and
went right to work trying to be a better flirt than Stan. He was, too.


Rod and Steve showed up together, I don't know if they carpooled, or
if it was just a coincidence. Again I played doorman, I didn't want to
break up the flirt fest in the living room, at least until it was time
to play poker. We could have started right then, but I decided we
should wait for Joe, that way Anita could have a little fun before
playing hostess to us otherwise boring men. Rod is beefy, not quite in
Stan's class, but still a big man. Very Black. He wears a tight afro,
almost a crew cut, but still curly. He works construction, although he
looks like he could step into the ring and be a light-heavyweight
contender, and his very large hands are always rough, like coarse
grain sandpaper, you'd swear he takes off a couple layers of skin when
he shakes your hand. Steve is the guy next door. Newscaster good
looks, killer smile. Otherwise he is pretty average. Average height,
average weight, if you didn't see his face, or catch his pearly
whites, you'd never remember him is how average. Both guys seemed
quite interested in joining the living room fun with Anita, even if it
was just small talk and going nowhere, so I grabbed them both beers
and let them have at it.


Joe is always late, and tonight was no exception. The other guys
didn't mind a bit, it let them pay attention to my wife. They were
paying attention with a passion, too. Too bad I didn't want Anita
doing her usual thing, we had a really good start to a passionate fuck
fest, the ice was well broken, and I'm sure the guys would have jumped
at the chance to see my slutty wife act like a whore. She kept looking
at me as if to say, why don't you get this party started, I'll do them
all for you, and they'll love it, too. Tonight was for gambling,
though, not for screwing. At least that is what I kept telling myself
over and over.


Finally Joe rang the bell. He is quite a character, making up for his
looks with a wonderful, funny, outgoing personality. He has a lot to
make up for, too. He is, to put it mildly, fucking ugly. No one part
of his body looks out of place, but put together it just doesn't look
right, as if there were parts missing, or replacement pieces that
weren't quite the equivalent of the originals. His face looked like
miles of bad road, and that was before it had gotten worked over. His
nose has been broken more than a few times, and one of his eyes looks
like it is set a little lower, the cheekbone on that side smashed a
little flatter than the other. Now that the gang was all here, we
could start the game. The guys seemed a little reluctant to leave my
wife and gather round the table, but they did gather round, slowly but
surely. Anita made sure everyone had a fresh beer, and we began to
play cards. Anita played hostess for us as we gambled, until it was
quite late, when she finally begged off, yawning, and went to bed.


My friends and I play a mean game of poker. No limit. The only hard
and fast rule is that there is no credit, whatever you bet has to go
in the pot right then and there, cash only. When the hand is done, the
winner takes the spoils on the spot, no muss, no fuss. Mostly we don't
get carried away, so nobody really gets stung, and since we know the
rule, we tend not to bring too much money with us when we play, which
keeps us from getting crazy with gambling fever in the heat of the
moment.


My luck was bad, and I kept chasing after it anyways. I was down big.
This hand was going to turn things around for me. I had drawn two
cards, holding triplet deuces. I drew two queens. A full house! Surely
this would get me back on track. Unfortunately I didn't have enough
money to stay in the pot, Stan and Paul were raising and re-raising
each other like madmen. I think it was Paul's suggestion, but it might
just have been my own idea. Whoever suggested it, the idea was a chit
good for a night with Anita. A cash value of one thousand dollars was
argued about and settled on. I threw the chit in the pot, and this
time it was Stan who didn't have enough to stay. He quickly borrowed
money from each of the other players, against a piece of the chit. I
would have argued that the chit remain the sole property of one man,
but I had a sure thing! Sure. Stan got enough money up, and called the
pot. Paul also called.


Four of a kind beats a full house, every time. Stan had four tens.
Shit! Paul had three aces, which I had beat, but so did Stan. Stan
raked the pile in with a shit eating grin. He waved the chit in the
air.


"Well, boys, rules are rules, lets go collect our prize winnings right
now!"


"Come on Stan, that chit was supposed to be for just the winner," I
whined. "Besides it is for a night with Anita, it is two in the
morning, you can collect some other evening."


"I didn't hear you complain when I was chasing down the loans to call
the pot, my man. You know the rules, too. All winnings are collected
at the end of the hand, no exceptions! I'm getting a piece of your
wife right now, and I owe everyone here a crack at her, too."


I was about to complain some more, and try to talk him out of it, but
one look at his face and I knew it was useless. The rest of the gang
looked just as eager as he did, but didn't have the determined face of
stone he was sporting. They marched towards the bedroom, Stan leading
the way, and I followed along like a lost puppy. Anita looked so
peaceful, sleeping away unaware she was about to have another one of
our adventurous episodes.


Now she struggled, naked, trying to get out of the tight grasps of
Paul and Steve, while Stan stood looking at the hot body he had just
revealed to everyone by tearing her clothes off.


"Damn, your wife looks fine! Doesn't she look good enough to eat,
boys?"


Stan unzipped his pants, and pulled out a massive piece of meat,
easily the biggest cock I've ever seen. Anita's eyes got wide when she
saw it, and she glanced up at me with trepidation, begging with her
eyes to be let out of this situation. I did the only thing I could
under the circumstances, I grabbed our camera and started filming.


Stan hocked up a huge gob of spit, and smeared it all over his hard
pole until it glistened. Then he drooled another massive amount of
saliva right onto Anita's pussy, coating the lips completely. Without
any further preparations or any kind of foreplay, he rubbed the
massive head of his cock between her lips, getting everything lined
up, and stuffed that meat missle right up inside, splitting her wide
open. She spread her legs wide, taking the solid thrust into her as
best she could. We all heard her grunt as Stan's cock stabbed into
her, even with the panties stuffed in her mouth. If he hadn't coated
his prick so completely, I think he might have done serious damage,
because that cock of his wasn't going to be stopped.


Anita's face was going through an emotional slideshow, conflicting
feelings flashing across her visage in rapid succession. Astonishment,
bewilderment, fear, confusion, and lust. Yes, lust. Anita has always
liked things rough, and this unorthodox wake-up call was pushing her
buttons. She glanced at me again, looking right into the camera, her
eyes accusing me of setting up this late night attack, and thanking me
for it at the same time. The conflict was real, she wasn't entirely
sure that this adventure was to her liking, but elements of it were
just too primal for her not to respond. She was an object of lust,
attractive to many men, causing them to behave in primitive ways, and
that was very exciting. She was also being attacked after being woken
up out of a sound sleep, treated roughly by men she barely knew, who
might not stay within reasonable boundaries, men capable of just about
anything under the influence of their lust. The conflict in her face
was obvious, but it was also just as obvious that it didn't matter,
she had no control over events, if she decided these guys were taking
things too far, there was nothing she could do at this point to change
it.


Stan gave her a moment to get used to his huge dick - after he had
slammed it home.


"God Damn! That is the tightest pussy I've ever been in. I don't think
I've ever had a better night of winnings from the poker table!"


He started plowing that thick piece of meat in and out of Anita's now
well stretched hole, and I was glad to see that she was responding to
the massive intruder with a lot of flowing juices. As much as I love
seeing my wife take a serious dicking, I didn't want to see her torn
up. She quit struggling, too. Obviously she was yielding to the
inevitable, and having figured out that she was in for a serious
banging, she was getting into it as best she could - which was pretty
darn well. My wife loves a good rough fucking, especially by more than
a one partner, and  while she might still be nervous because she had
nothing to say about the setup or the situation, she was responding in
fashion with her nature. She is a slut, and getting fucked is exactly
what a slut wants.


I was so focused on getting good footage of Stan's monster cock
plowing my wife that I hadn't noticed Rod and Joe disappear. I did
notice when they returned, though, carrying a tub of vaseline, and my
wife's lipstick and mascara. Things were going to get interesting. The
vaseline was put aside for the moment, but the lipstick and mascara
got put right into action. Joe uncapped the lipstick, and began to
write on my wife's forehead. "Cumslut". Stan started to laugh, and
egged Joe on.


"That's the ticket! How about down here? Try 'fuck hole'!"

He pulled out and held my wife's legs wide apart while Joe wrote the
phrase with the hot red lipstick just above her gaping pussy - "Fuck
Hole". Rod was using the mascara to write some nasty things on her
tits, "Whore Wife", "Nasty Slut", "Fuck Doll" and some pictures of
spurting cocks now covered my wife's front. Everyone was laughing and
reading them out loud, commenting on how true. My wife turned red with
embarrassment and shame at this treatment, but her nipples were
jutting out from very engorged areola, and her still wide open pussy
was running with juices. Stan grabbed the lipstick, and wrote on her
thigh "Insert Dicks Here" with an arrow pointing right at her dripping
snatch.


"Don't mind if I do!"


He stabbed his massive cock back into my now very embarrassed wife,
and resumed pumping for all he was worth. The other guys started
taking their clothes off, making very crude comments about Anita, what
a slutty whore she was, but fucking hot for being such a slut. They
began to grab her roughly, pinching her nipples and thighs, slapping
her face, all the while still talking shit. This was way more than I
had expected from the guys, but I still didn't think there was a damn
thing I could do about it, I just had to watch them use my wife like a
ten dollar whore, and hope things didn't get too much further out of
hand. Stan pulled out and shot a massive load of cum all over Anita's
tits, smearing the nasty words some. He shot so hard, some of his cum
managed to splatter her face, one big drop landing right on the
panties stuffed in her mouth.


Anita was no longer struggling, but two of the group kept tight hold
of her arms anyways. They took turns fucking her in her very wide open
pussy, and shooting sperm all over her, deliberately aiming to coat
her face, the panties in her mouth, her thighs, her tits. It wasn't
quite a bukkake session, but it wasn't far from it. Finally they
flipped her over, wrote "Rear Entry - Make Deposits Here" on her ass
cheeks, with the appropriate arrows pointing, globbed a huge dollop of
the vaseline on her pucker, and started chain fucking her ass one
after the other.


This didn't last too long, as the guys were running out of steam. Stan
was the last one in her ass, and he had all the other guys get ready
by jerking along with him. He pulled out, and spreading Anita's cheeks
wide, showed us all her gaping anus, wide open from the thorough
reaming his massive dick had just been delivering. Then he shot load
after load right into her, not that he could miss an opening like
that. All the other guys took aim, and added to the creamy mess
bubbling into her bored out bunghole. There were streams across her
cheeks, and some of it ran down her pussy crack to join her juices,
but most of it filled her anal aperature. She looked like a tapioca
pudding cup, a round bowl of steamy cream filling. Stan must have
thought so, too.


"A late night snack for ya! Har, har!"


The boys were obviously a little embarrassed by how out of hand they
had gotten, except Stan, who just kept chuckling to himself. They all
got dressed, and mumbled platitudes and mild apologies, as well as
lamely joking about how they'd like to do this again real soon. They
quickly departed, Stan being the last one out the door.


"Hell of a poker game! And Poke Her we did, eh?" He laughed his way
out the door.


"Are you all right?" I asked Anita, as I slid my raging cock into that
bubbly pudding cup that was her anus. I just couldn't help myself, it
looked too fucking obscene not to. Anita looked terrible. The awful
things written in black and red on her body were mostly smeared with
sweat and cum, but still readable. She had obvious bruises on her
thighs, and her nipples looked raw, like they'd been buffed with
coarse sandpaper or emery boards. She had finger marks on her breasts
and shoulders, and the panties stuffed in her mouth were soaked. The
panties! I pulled the slimy mess out of her mouth as soon as I
realized they were still there.


"Damn! I can barely feel you, I'm stretched so wide, and so full of
cum! Fuck my slutty ass! God, I don't think my holes will ever be the
same. I've always had a fantasy about getting gang raped, and that was
about as close as I ever want to come. That was fucking wild! Did you
set this up? What made the guys so crazy?"


"I didn't mean to set it up, I fucked up at the poker table and made a
bad decision to bet your sweet ass, and I lost. I don't know what got
into them, they wanted to collect the winnings, and boy did they! You
look like shit, honey. Sexy, slutty, shit."


I pulled out of her frothy asshole, and shot a rather pathetic load on
her pussy, at least compared to the copious amounts already coating
both her holes. It felt like a gallon to me, I was so horned up from
what I'd seen, but it didn't visibly add to mess, just sort of
vanished amongst it. We both fell asleep amid the ruin of our
bedclothes. In the morning, Anita soaked in a tub for an hour or so,
then emerged freshly scrubbed, her wonderfully adaptive holes mostly
having returned to their former shape. The bruises seemed to be
fading, and she was really no worse for the wear. Amazing. We slow
fucked for hours, taking it easy but really getting off, watching the
video I had taken last night over and over again. Seeing her take
Stan's massive cock was almost magical.


I may have lost the poker hand, but with my prize still by my side,
and in possession of the hottest sex tape I've ever seen, I think I
won at Poke Her.

             DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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