From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: BI BABES (F+, oral, lesbian)
Date: 4 Nov 1996 14:36:01 GMT

			   The Poker Party

	"You're such an exhibitionist! You always wear just a
minidress with nothing underneath it, and always seem to get a hand
with absolutely nothing in it on the very first deal!" Yvonne shrieked
at our loose neighbor Bonnie.

	Bonnie shrugged her shoulders as she lifted her dress,
exposing her naked body to the rest of us. "What's the problem?" she
asked.

	"You like to look, don't you?"

	"Well, yes," Yvonne answered, "but once in a while it would be
nice for one of the rest of us to have a chance to be ogled for a
little while." We all broke up with laughter. It had been that way
since the five of us started playing strip poker every Thursday,
beginning at 10:30 a.m. and lasting until we were all orgasmed out at
approximately 3:00 p.m. in time to get home and start supper.

	Our weekly poker games began when Constance caught her husband
fucking around with Bonnie. At about the same time, Yvonne found out
her husband had been shacking up with his secretary. Bea and I already
knew our husbands were chasing anything in a skirt, including Bonnie.
But none of us felt inclined to go out prowling for men. We initially
decided to keep Bonnie occupied at least one day a week to fuck our
wandering husband's plans.

	However, our plans quickly changed. They changed when Bonnie
suggested we play strip poker, and then proceeded to lose! While the
rest of us played out the game, peeling our clothes off piece by
piece, Bonnie sat there playing with herself very explicitly.

	While none of us professed any desire toward bisexuality, we
were all held mesmerized by Bonnie's flagrant exhibitionism. We were
also intrigued by what our husbands found so irresistible about her.

	When Yvonne lost her panties, Bonnie slipped to the floor,
crawled under the card table and between Yvonne's trim thighs. She
leaned into the half startled Yvonne and gave her pussy a tongue bath
the likes of which none of us had ever witnessed.

	That first day, we dropped the premise of playing until we
were all naked. We tossed the cards aside and finished undressing,
each of us staring lustily at the wild cuntlapping Bonnie was giving
Yvonne. The rest just kind of happened naturally. It seemed
appropriate for the rest of us to join right in, which we did. And we
haven't stopped since.

	We're all thirty something, and Bonnie is easily the most
beautiful of the five. The rest of us aren't kennel material by any
stretch of the imagination, but Bonnie is such a beautiful woman the
rest of us pale by comparison. She's a deeply tanned blonde with a
36-24-36 body which women half her age would envy. She looks like
every man's favorite wet dreams, and has become the object of at least
four female nocturnal fantasies, as well.

	Yvonne is tiny, dark skinned and very pretty. Constance is
tall, big boned, big breasted, and very attractive. Bea can best be
described as being completely average in every respect. And I am an
attractive blonde, although not on the same level as the ultra-sultry
Bonnie.

	At our most recent Thursday strip poker game, a weekly event
for the past fourteen months, while Yvonne fussed good naturedly with
Bonnie, the rest of us drool as we ogled Bonnie's wonderful body. She
scooted back to give us all a clear view, then began rubbing her cunt,
making her labia rise, open, then close. Four pairs of eyes stared in
rapt attention.

	While she continued fussing, Yvonne rose from her chair and
undressed, exposing her trim, tiny body. Just as Bonnie had done to
her that first week, Yvonne dropped to her knees and buried her face
in Bonnie's hot cunt.

	Yvonne's head twisted and turned as she French kissed Bonnie's
puckered pussy lips. We could see the gleam of dew mixed with saliva
on Bonnie's cunt lips and could hear her contented moans as Yvonne
stirred her juices with her tongue.

	I felt Constance's hand on one of my thighs and Bea's hands on
my blouse. My peripheral vision saw that they had both undressed, and
now were undressing me. Within seconds, I had Bea's hands and mouth on
my breasts and Constance's hands and mouth on my pussy.

	They picked me up out of my chair and laid me on the carpet.
Constance lay between my legs, devouring my pussy. Bea squatted over
my face, feeding me her hot box lunch.

	The room was full of the frantic sounds of hot sex. Five
female voices, muffled by various body parts, moaned, gasped and
groaned. Five hot pussies squished with their wetness. And five
slurping lips smacked as they devoured each other's privates.

	The air was permeated with the aroma of hot pussy. My head was
full of Bea's earthy scent and my tongue was thrilled with her briny
taste. It was overpowering, and led all five of us to cum like maniacs
in very short order.

	We switched partners and positions and lapped each other with
a deep cunt hunger. Our faces glistened with each other's cunt cream,
and we shrieked our way through orgasm after orgasm. Just like we do
each week, we came until we couldn't cum anymore.

	The way we figure it, our husbands can go chase as much tail
as they want. We get ours, too, once a week in one of our living
rooms. Our weekly pussy parties keep us contented and happy.

	And, yes, we have figured out what our husbands find so
appealing about Bonnie. She's fucking gorgeous... and fucking
insatiable! We also know something about her that our smug husbands
will never know. She's the finest cuntlapper on the face of this
planet!

			       The End