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Card Tricks

By AMOWAT

 So here's how it started. It was my sophomore year at UC Davis. Classes were going all right but everything else was boring as hell. My roommate was cool, but he spent most of his time with his girlfriend. My chief social activity was playing computer solitaire. Finally, I decided enough was enough. I bought a deck of actual playing cards.

Yes, I know it was lame. It turned out pretty cool, though, because I bought the deck at this old junk shop. They were tied up in a black silk ribbon. They seemed really old and I swear they were hand painted. The queens were all stacked and had this strange, horny look on their tiny faces, though it certainly wasn't pornographic and I don't think most people would have even noticed. The only obviously lewd thing was the Joker. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants and he seemed to be trying to thrust his pelvis right out of the card.

I paid the 5 bucks the junk shop was asking and took them home. It made my time wasting feel a little more productive and I could lie down on the ground to do it. I might have wasted the rest of my life that way if Heidi's cousin Gilly hadn't come to town.

Heidi was Jake's girlfriend. Jake was my roommate. Gilly was hot! Even hotter than Heidi!

And Jake actually suggested I go out with them so Gilly didn't feel like a third wheel, God love him! She didn't seem terribly interested in me but she was polite enough about it and I figured after a few drinks she might even start to like me.

Unfortunately, the bar we usually go to had gotten fined the week before for letting in kids with fake i.d.'s and the bouncer caught ours. Three more bars and three more rejections. It sucks being 20.

But not totally. Jake suggested we go back to our apartment, where he had a bottle of vodka. Good ol' Jake. When Gilly asked what we could do their, I remembered my deck. I said we could play cards and everybody thought it was a great idea!

Back at the apartment, Jake made a pitcher of screwdrivers and I got out my deck. I slipped the Joker into my shirt pocket and impressed the girls with my shuffling skills. I had already spent a lot of time with that deck. Heidi wanted to play hearts but Gilly suggested penny-ante poker and Jake and I voted for that. I dealt the cards and sipped at my screwdriver. Jake had made them plenty strong. I tipped my glass to him in salute and he grinned back. I hoped the girls wouldn't notice how strong they were and get good and tipsy. Drunk girls make me horny.

There was this warm buzzing on my chest. It was coming from my pocket, where I had stashed the Joker. It was odd but it only lasted for a moment. When I looked up, everyone was looking at the hands I had dealt them. The girls were both absentmindedly gulping down their drinks. I raised my eyebrows and completely ignored my hand.

"These are really good, baby!" Heidi told Jake.

"Yeah!" said Gilly. "Can I get another before we start the game?"

"Uh, sure," said Jake.

"Get me one too, hey Gilly?" said Heidi.

I gulped my own drink. It was like a dream come true. And Gilly's ass looked great as she went for more liquor, at least until Heidi kicked my shin and wagged her finger at me in amused reprimand.

We played a couple rounds and the girls kept drinking like lushes. I had never known Heidi to get totally wasted, but I thought maybe it was her cousin's influence. Heidi won the first hand and Gilly won the second. Jake and I were a little distracted by the hot girls getting drunk in our room. When the girls asked for a third screwdriver each, we downed ours so as not to appear light-weights.

The girls got really giggly and they started losing. I laid down a straight and wished we were playing strip poker.

"Hey! We should play strip poker!" declared Gilly.

"Yeah!" said Heidi. "I was juss thinkin' that!"

"I was thinking that too, babe," said Jake. "And I think you just lost that hand. What you gonna take off?"

The shirt, I thought. Please, the shirt!

Heidi giggled.

"I'm gonna take off my shirt!" she declared, and shucked off her black blouse, twirled it over her head and threw it in the corner.

I gulped my drink and tried not to ogle Heidi's tits there in her tiny white lace bra. I hoped Jake wouldn't notice that I was getting hard over his girlfriend.

The warm buzzing came again in my pocket. I had felt it just before Gilly had suggested strip poker and before Heidi took her shirt off as well. And I had wished for both things just before that! I took another gulp of my drink and allowed myself a tiny smile. I wished for Gilly to loose the next hand.

Jake dealt the cards. Gilly discarded three.

"Oh fuck!" she said, when she saw her new hand. "I can't believe I gave away three kings for this shit! I mus be drunk!"

Heidi giggled.

"I don' know how," she said. "There'sss harly any alkahol in these theens. "

Hurry up and take your shirt off, I thought at Gilly. The Joker buzzed.

"Well, I losss this han fer sure!" Gilly announced, throwing down her cards and pulling off her top.

Now, by this time I was almost sure that the Joker in my pocket was magic and that all my fantasies were coming true. I decided to go with it.

"It's hardly fair that you girls get to count your bras as an article of clothing," I said. "After all, we don't have anything under our shirts."

Gilly tossed her head back and laughed. Heidi gave me an amused "I can't believe you said that' look.

Agree with Bill and loose the bras I thought as hard as I could.

The Joker buzzed.

"It's only fair," Gilly observed, and reached back to unsnap her bra.

"Makes senssse to me," said Heidi and followed suit.

Jake was just grinning stupidly. I guess I was too. I shuffled and dealt with out looking at the cards. There were titties to ogle and no one seemed to mind.
I finally looked at my hand and it sucked. I was pretty sure I could still win with it, though. Or at least make sure one of the girls lost. I was trying to figure out which one to wish for when I realized I was being a dope. I closed my eyes and wished as hard as I could.

I wish these girls were horny as hell and wanted to fuck our brains out right now!

Gilly threw her cards down.

"I'm sick of poker!" she announced. "I wanna be poked! You up for the job, Bill?"

"Ooooo Yeah!" said Heidi. "I'm totally up for an orgy! How ya want me, Jakeey?

From Jake's dumbfounded look, I took it that Heidi didn't usually come on to him like that. Jake was the last of my concerns, though. Gilly was on her feet and headed for me.

"You wanna go to my bedroom?" I asked.

"Uh-uh," she said, shaking her head as she shimmied out of her tight jeans and thong panties. "Too far. I need it right here and right now!"

I started to unbutton my shirt but apparently I wasn't fast enough for her. She went straight for my pants, undid them, pushed me to the floor and pulled them off along with my shoes. She grinned wolfishly at my red boxer shorts and the flagpole searching for an exit.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "That's what I need!"

"Oh YES!" screamed out Heidi, apparently having gotten what she needed. Jake was frantically fucking her from behind as she bent over the arm of our couch.

I turned back to Gilly just in time to see her towering above me, pussy dripping, as she came down on her knees, grabbed hold of my cock, and guided it into paradise.

She put her palms just above my shoulder, wiggled her ass until she'd gotten my cock just where she wanted it, then licked me from my chin to my left ear.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" she whispered.

I had never had my brains fucked out before. It's nice.

****

I woke up the next morning hung over. The girls and Jake were gone. I had almost convinced myself it was a dream when I noticed the lipstick smeared on my thigh. My eyes googled and a smile burned through the hangover. It had really happened!

But had I done it? With my mind? It sure seemed like they were doing exactly what I wished they would, but I had been pretty drunk. So had they, really. They might have just done it on their own. The fact that they were doing what I wished might have been a coincidence. After all, I wished things like that all the time. It had never come true before.

Then I remembered the tingling I had had in my pocket. The Joker. In my drunken state, I had been sure it was giving me psychic powers. Was it possible?

Only one way to find out. I grabbed my shirt. It was still their. It felt like a plain old card. I looked at it and for a second I thought it winked at me, but my eyes were still hurting with the hangover. I wasn't sure.

I got dressed and headed over to the math department. If I did have the power to influence women's mind, there was no doubt who was first on my list. Heather Kahl, the department's secretary. She was incredible, with long, curly blonde hair and a pair of legs to die for. She was always showing them off in these tiny, tight skirts but she had made it very clear that no student was going to get any where near them, let alone between them. God, could my Joker change that?

Apparently not. I came in and said hello. She was used to me coming by and she didn't mind too much. She liked me, just not in the way I wanted.

I focused on her, wishing she would kiss me. "Kiss me', I thought. "Kiss Bill. You want to kiss Bill. Kiss me.'

She stared at me.

"Something wrong with your face?" she asked.

"KISS ME!" I thought as loud as I could.

"You look like you need to pee," she observed.

"I, um, I just..." I stammered.

"You know where the restroom is," she said, mockingly. "Go. I have work to do."

"Sorry," I said, turning crimson and heading for the door.

She laughed as I fled.

"FUCK!" I yelled as I entered the men's room.

Some guy at the urinal turned sharply, spraying the wall, and scowled at me. I mumbled an apology and washed my face. God, I felt like such a geek. Of course the Joker wasn't magic. I was a delusional fool.

Unless...

What if it wasn't just the Joker? What if it was the whole deck? I was holding the Joker, but the girls were holding other cards. And I hadn't tried anything after they had put them down...

It called for another test. But not one as embarrassing as the one I had just attempted. I decided to skip my morning classes. I hurried back to the apartment and collected the deck. I made sure each one was there and wrapped them up with the black ribbon they had been bound with when I bought it.

The phone rang. It was my mom. I had forgotten I had promised I would come home for my little brother's birthday. I tried to weasel out of it, but she guilt-tripped me and soon I was on the road, making the drive back to Berkley. I brought the deck, of course, hoping I could find a way to test it back home.

My brother's birthday party was boring as hell. He didn't really want me there and I didn't want to be there. He was just biding his time to make it through mom's little party and get to the real party with his friends. Everyone there was family and I didn't really want to try out the deck on them, not that they were likely to want to play poker anyway. Once my brother and everybody left, I told mom I thought I would drive back to Davis, but she insisted that I stay the night. Finally, the true reason she had insisted I come came out. A couple of planks in the back porch had rotted out and she wanted me to replace them before her weekly bridge game Saturday afternoon.

I grumbled but agreed. I went to bed in my old room, a room where so many of my impotent fantasies had been hatched. I was sure I must be crazy, thinking one might come true.

But it would be so nice if it was...and some of my mom's friends were really hot...And since they were planning on playing cards anyway...

It was a pleasant thought and it helped me fall asleep.

I woke up early and hid mom's playing cards. Then I headed off to Home Depot and the stuff I would need to fix the back porch. I bought some paint for the railing as well. I wanted a good excuse to be back there while my mom's bridge club met. I had fantasized about Lori Sanchez since puberty. I really hoped it would work--and not just as a test.

The porch was fixed and the new boards stained before Mom even noticed her cards were missing. Luckily, my brother had told mom he was going camping, though more likely he was hung over in his best friend's basement at that time. I told my mother that he had probably taken her cards and she bought it. My brother is a bit of a shit.

"But I happen to have a deck," I told her. "You want to use mine?"

"Bill, you're an angel!" she said. "Not only did you fix the porch, you've saved my party!"

"Well, I don't know that I'd say "angel'" I said with a naughty wink.

She laughed and swatted me.

"By the way, I noticed the paint job was looking a little shabby out on the railing. I got some paint for it and I thought I'd fix it up after I get some lunch. You don't think your bridge club would mind if I was out there while you're playing, do you?"

"Why Bill Hendry! I do believe college has matured you more than I ever could have hoped! So selfless!" she exclaimed. "Of course they wouldn't mind! They'll all be impressed by what a fine man you've grown into!"

That was precisely what I was hoping.

They all arrived a little after noon. There was Lori Sanchez with her long dark hair, luscious tanned legs, and a twinkle in her eye that seemed to say she had more exciting hobbies than bridge. Then came Bethany Winkle, an outspoken blonde from Boston, and Sara Jesop, a shy, unassuming brunette with a great set of hooters that never got any air time. If only the deck really worked, I was hoping to change that.

The ladies all greeted me, then went with my mom and my deck to the back porch. I let them get comfortable while I had a drink of water, then headed out there myself with a paint can and paint brush and the Joker in my shirt pocket. I made pleasantries to the card players and went to the far corner where I could see and hear them without making myself too obvious. Mom was dealing and then they were all holding their hands, sorting through their cards. It was time to figure out how my magic deck worked.

I concentrated on all four of them and thought "Bridge is boring. You should play strip poker."

"God, this is so boring!" my mom declared.

"We should play something exciting," Lori Sanchez suggested. "Like strip poker!"

"Yeah!" said Mrs. Winkle. "Now you're talking!"

Sara Jesop giggled nervously but nodded her agreement.

"Oh, that would just be perfect!" Mom said. "Except, well..."

She nodded her head in my direction.

"It's all good fun.' I thought urgently, "Bill is an experienced adult and you all trust him not to be offended by your naughty impulses or to tell anyone your perverted secrets. No one will ever know and you all really want to do it!"

"Oh come on now, Maureen!" Mrs. Winkle chided. "He's an adult, not some sex-crazed teenager. He'll be fine with us being a little naughty, won't you Bill? You don't mind 4 bored housewives spicing up their Saturday afternoon, do you?"

"Why of course not, Mrs. Winkle," I said. "You ladies deserve to have a little fun!"

Sara Jesop giggled again.

"And you won't tell anyone, will you Bill?" she asked confidently.

"Hey, My lips are sealed, Mrs. Jesop," I said. "What happens here stays here."

"See, you're being an over-protective mother," Mrs. Sanchez reprimanded. "Now reshuffle the deck and lets see who gets naked first!"

My mother nodded her agreement as if she felt foolish for having objected in the first place. She gathered the cards up, shuffled, and dealt. I turned the railing and painted, trying to control my raging hard on. It was actually working! Now I knew it couldn't be coincidence. Gilly and Heidi might have gotten all wild drunk and horny on their own, but no way would my mom's bridge club play strip poker while I was watching. It was definitely the cards. I had to be holding the Joker, but they had to be holding the other cards.

I could hardly contain my excitement! I felt like dancing about the room! But I wasn't sure just how much control I had. I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself. I let them play a few rounds and clothes started coming off. Mrs. Jesop was the first to loose her blouse--she's a lousy poker player but her tits are fantastic! As they played, I tried out different little mental commands. After a couple rather silly pat your head, lick your elbow sorts of things, I had the epiphany to wish for them all to pick up a card anytime I told them to without wondering why. I didn't want them putting down their cards and loosing control of them before I knew just what I could do.

Then I really got to work. By the time they were in their underwear, I had discovered a number of things about my magic deck.

First of all, they didn't actually have to be touching the cards for me to be able to influence them. I discovered this because Bethany Winkle had a habit of looking at her cards and then setting them down on the table in front of her. It seemed to be about possession, not contact. I suppose I could have guessed that, since I don't have to touch my Joker to use it. Having it in my pocket works just fine.

I could make them do things, say things, feel things, forget things, even remember things that never happened. It all happened in their minds, though. I couldn't wish for their boobs to get bigger--that just made them talk about getting implants.

The language didn't seem to matter. I could wish for them to do something, or mentally order them to do something, or just think "such and such should happen' or "you want to do this' or "you feel like that'. It was all about intent. The Joker seemed to know what I wanted and make it happen. I could direct my wishes at all of them at once, individually by name, or even "every body but blank'. I got a little distracted thinking about how in theory I could simultaneously control 52 women at once if I could just figure out how to get all of them to take one card.

Then I noticed my mom was in her underwear. I'm just really not the oedipal type. The other three ladies were all topless and I was horny. I wanted to take a more active role, but I certainly didn't want to do it in front of my mother. So, I sent her to bed.

I thought at her "You're sleepy. You want to quit the game and go take a nap. You will fall deeply asleep and sleep for three hours without being disturbed by any noises you might hear. When you wake up, you will have forgotten about you and your friends playing strip poker or me doing anything unusual."

And then Mom excused herself and was off to bed. The ladies protested but I volunteered to step in. Mom commented on what a good boy I was, yawned, and was gone.

I took her seat and took possession of my deck. I grinned at the topless ladies, shuffled and dealt. As they looked at their cards, I let my Joker let them know just how horny they were and just how sexy they found me. They'd been lusting after me for years!

The gleam in their smoldering eyes was something delicious to behold. I wasn't at all surprised when Sara Jesop's foot brushed shyly along my calf. I was a bit more startled when Lori Sanchez foot found its way between my thighs and here toes started stroking my hard on.

Bethany Winkle stretched, pushing her shoulders back and deliberately thrusting out her tits and swaying them in front of me.

"You have us at a bit of a disadvantage, Bill, coming so late to the game," she said. "Don't you want to take a few things off? Just to be fair, of course."

Sara Jesop giggled and showed off her own rack, putting Bethany's to shame.

"Or maybe we could play some other game instead," said Mrs. Sanchez. "I can think of some games you'd be very, very good at Bill."

Her toes on my crotch let me know my stiff pecker would be a central player in those games.

Now, I had never been in this sort of situation before. Before my deck, it was rare for even one woman to be actively lusting after me. Three was a dream come true--but as I thought about logistics, I wasn't really sure how to pull off the execution. I only had one prick. I wished I had watched more porno!

Of course, what porno I had watched had often had ladies who were quite fond of each other. There was no reason why all the lust at that table had to be directed at me alone. I came up with an idea.

"I know a great game," I told them. "I need all the queens."

I found them, then put the queen of diamonds back in the deck. The other three I put face down on the table and shuffled them about shell-game style.

"O.K., this game is called the Joker's orgy," I said and they all giggled naughtily. "Each of you take a card but don't look at it. There are two black queens and one red one. Who ever gets the queen of hearts has to do something nasty to whoever has the Joker."

They giggled again and each took a queen.

"But who has the Joker?" Mrs. Winkle asked.

I grinned and reached into my shirt pocket.

"Now how did that get there?" I said, showing them my card. "Go ahead and look at your cards."

Mrs. Winkle and Mrs. Jesop looked and sighed. Mrs. Sanchez toes got more playful and she licked her lips. She showed us all the queen of hearts.

"Why Bill, whatever are you going to make me do?" she asked.

"What would you like to do, Mrs. Sanchez?" I asked, while I silently let her know exactly what she wanted to do.

"I want to crawl under this table and suck you off!" she announced. "And swallow every drop of your cum!"

Mrs. Winkle and Mrs. Jesop raised their eyebrows, surprised at their friend's brazenness.

"Well, stick your queen in the elastic of your panties," I told her. "You'll need both your hands free to do a thorough job and you wouldn't want to loose your card. If you do, one of these other ladies might have to do it."

"Don't you dare, girls," she told them. "His meat is mine!"

She giggled, tucked the card there in her panties, and ducked under the table. Soon, she was determinedly taking down my pants. Mrs. Winkle and Mrs. Jesop were peaking under the table green with envy.

"Don't you want to know what your queens mean, ladies?" I asked.

They perked up, looking at me hopefully.

"I'm the queen of clubs," Mrs. Jesop said, showing off her card.

"And I'm the queen of spades," Mrs. Winkle demonstrated.

"Well, stick your cards in your panties like Lori. The two black queens have to make out with each other," I informed them.

Mrs. Jesop's eyes got huge. Mrs. Winkle looked indignant. Then I silently let them know that they had always had bisexual urges and found each other very, very hot. Mrs. Winkle had wanted to suck on Mrs. Jesop's titties since the first time she saw her. The expressions on their faces changed immediately and their lustful gazes transferred from me to each other as they tucked their cards away.

"Well Sara, I guess we have to," Mrs. Winkle said with bedroom eyes.

"Yeah," said Mrs. Jesop with excited nervousness. "Wouldn't want to cheat, huh Bethany. If we got to, we got to."

"God you have great tits," she replied and started licking her nipples just as Mrs. Sanchez succeeded in freeing my hard dick from my pants and getting it in her mouth. All four of us moaned at once. I knew this was something I could get used to.

Mrs. Sanchez sucks cock like a pro. It was incredible! I don't know how much came to her naturally and how much came from my wishing her to love sucking my cock more than anything, but I didn't really care. All I knew was it was really great head and watching Sara and Bethany make out was great accompaniment. I grabbed hold of Mrs. Sanchez by the hair and Mrs. Jesop did the same to Bethany and mashed her tit into her face. Mrs. Winkle groaned. Lori's tongue danced. I leaned back and realized I was the luckiest man in the world.

It wasn't long until I knew I was going to cum. I let Lori know how much she was going to love the taste, then I shot my wad. She gave a muffled squeal of delight and swallowed greedily. By this time, Sara and Bethany's tongues were in each other's mouths, their fingers were in each other's panties.

Mrs. Sanchez crawled up from between my legs smiling like a cat who swallowed a canary.

"Did you like that, baby?" she asked. "Cuz I loved it!"

"Oh God yes!" I told her.

She giggled, put her arms around my neck and sat on my lap. Then she noticed Bethany and Sara frigging each other into a frenzy.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "What are they doing! I had no idea they swung that way!"

"I don't think they realized it themselves until a few minutes ago," I said. "They seem to be making up for lost time, though."

Lori giggled kissed me on the cheek as she watched in fascination at her newly sapporal friends. She squirmed in my lap. Her panties were damp and smelled of arousal. Her nipples were a pair of fresh ripe strawberries tasty enough to distract me from the show her friends were putting I reached around her back to grope one of her tits and ducked down to pop her other nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard and Lori shuddered. The Joker in my pocket was throbbing. I don't think I was wishing for anything--I had damn near everything a guy could ask for--but then I realized there was something else I could use. My hard on was back.

Mrs. Sanchez noticed as well.

"Oh my God, Bill!" she said. "Are you ready for another one already?"

I grinned wolfishly and ran a finger up the damp camel toe made be her panties plastered to her cunt.

"I think this hungry little pussy needs to be fed," I told her.

She trembled and started to pant.

"Oh fuck yes!" she exclaimed. "Take me, Bill! Take me now!"

I slipped my finger into her panties and into her twat and she turned to lust-flavored quivering jello. Just then, Bethany fell out of her chair, dragging Sara down after her.

"Ow!" exclaimed Sara. "You bit my tongue!"

"Mmmm, let me kiss it better, sugar," Bethany exclaimed.

Sara giggled and stuck her tongue out and Bethany swallowed it.

"Ladies?" I interrupted.

"Huh?" Sara said, turning to me and popping her tongue out of Bethany's mouth. "Oh! I'm sorry! I...kind of forgot you two were still here."

Bethany giggled.

"You don't mind, do you, though?" I said. "I suspect all three of you have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, don't you?"

They all giggled and nodded.

"And while I'm sure the neighbors have been enjoying the show we've been putting on," I continued. "The wood of the porch can have splinters. I fully intend to drill Lori here to the floor and I'm sure you two can't wait to eat each other out, so why don't we move this orgy to the living room?"

They all agreed, of course, and soon I was pounding Lori on the plush carpet while Sara and Bethany sixty nined each other on the couch. Only Sara thought to worry about my Mom but I assured her tat she slept very deeply and she should feel free to scream out obscenities into Bethany's cunt when she started to come. She was taking me up on the offer within minutes of getting Mrs. Winkle's tongue in her twat. Mom didn't stir.

The orgy went on and on. Somehow, I managed to rise again and again. I serviced all three of their pussys, titty-fucked Mrs. Jesop and had Lori riding my cock again before Mrs. Winkle had finished licking Sara's tits and face clean. At last, we all calmed down, panting in a tangle of sweaty, satiated flesh. I sighed, looked around and noticed no one had a stitch on or had their card. I didn't even have my Joker. I quickly found it, though. I guessed that the wishes I had made when we all had cards had set the mood and attitudes necessary for the orgy to continue without help. So the changes I made were permanent. I absentmindedly wondered if I had made any drunken wishes on Gilly and Heidi that first night that had been permanent. I made a mental note to check on them when I got back to Davis.

I asked the ladies to help me pick up all my cards. The queens had all stayed with their panties. Once they had each in hand, I asked if I could keep the panties as a souvenir and with the queens in their possession they were of course happy to oblige. Hell, I probably could have sent them home naked but I didn't want to mess up their lives. After all, they had been very, very good to me.

At that thought, I decided to do some damage control. I had them keep their queens as they got dressed and gave them some instructions. They were never to mention our little orgy to anyone that hadn't participated. Sara and Bethany would continue to be lovers, but they would be discreet and Lori would never let their secret slip. Bethany brought back the rest of my deck when she went to retrieve her clothes. I shuffled absent mindedly as they checked to make sure they had everything and checked each other for visible hickeys. They then kissed me one by one as they left, handing me their queen as they did so. Mrs. Sanchez was the last to go.

"You know," whispered Lori as Bethany and Sara strolled out hand in hand. "My husband is out of the country and Gina is going to a movie with friends tonight at seven. I'd love to see you and that incredible cock of yours again if your still going to be in town."

Then she kissed me with plenty of tongue and grabbed my ass.

"Think about it," she said, then strolled on after her lesbian friends.

I collapsed on the couch, utterly in awe by the strange turn my life had taken. I shuffled and shuffled my deck looking at random cards and imagining endless possibilities. I still had a big stupid grin on my face, though I had managed to dress and hide the panties, when my brother Max got home with his friend Kyle.

"Man, you're still here?" he asked.

"Yeah, I figured I'd head back in a few hours," I said, though I was considering spending the night at the Sanchez house. "Mom's asleep. Don't wake her up."

"Yeah. We're gonna play Doom." he said.

I snorted. He played way to many video games. Then I had a thought. "Hey, you wanna see a card trick I learned?" I asked.

"No," said Max.

"Come on!" I said. "Just pick a card!"

I held the deck out to Kyle since he was less of an ass then my little brother. He took the bait. Max scowled at him but when I urged him to take one he did so this time.

"Okay," I said. "Here's the trick. I told Mom I was going to paint the railing, but I've been fucking her bridge club for the past two hours and I'm hungry. So you're going paint the railing for me as soon as you let go of the cards and you're going to forget I said anything about Mom's bridge club or that I even had a deck of cards or told you to paint the railing. You'll think it was all your idea."

"Dude, you are such a fucking dork!" my brother said, throwing his card back at me, then immediately heading for the porch.

"Where you goin'" asked Kyle, turning to watch him go so he did notice I was about to snatch his card out of his hand. Once I had it, he didn't much care what I was doing. He was busy following Max.

I chuckled as they went to work. Tom Sawyer had nothing on me and my deck. I went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. Half way through it, a throb of the Joker in my pocket made me realize I was already horny again. I knew I had no right to be after that incredible fuckfest, but I wasn't about to argue with my cock or the Joker. I packed up my stuff, left mom a note, and headed out in search of pussy.

There were all sorts of possibilities. I decided I'd go see my high school trigonometry teacher, Ms. Keely. I had always liked her and fantasized her in class. I had just confirmed that I really liked older women. The best thing she had going for her, though, was that she lived alone since her divorce and she liked me. I had lucked out with Max but I knew getting anyone to take a card at random when they didn't even like me was always going to be hard.

I lucked out. When I drove by her house, she had just gotten there herself. She was dressed fancy, like she had just come from a meeting. Her legs were as luscious as I remembered and her dark hair looked soft and strokable. I had to encourage my dick not to leap out of my pants.

I greeted her. She smiled warmly and explained she had just come from a UEA meeting. She asked me about college and I asked her about how things were back at my highschool. She told me she was judging the young engineer's contest and had a bunch of bridge designs to go over that weekend. I asked how they were and she offered to show me. Soon I was in her house and half way home.

Some of the bridge designs were o.k., though mine had been better and I was glad she thought so too. I then pulled out my deck and tried to make it seem like not too much of a nonsequiter.

"Hey, I learned this trick you could use in your freshman math class," I told her. "Want to see it?"

"Sure," she said. "I'm always looking for something to keep the kids interested."

I handed her half the deck.

"We need all the prime numbers," I told her. "Can you help me find them in your half?"

She started sorting through the deck and I started sorting through her head, letting her know that she had a deep and secret crush on me and of course making sure she would always accept cards from me without question. She glanced discreetly at me and I pretended not to notice as I sorted through my half.

"All right, I have mine," she announced. "What next?"

"Okay, next you give me the non-prime cards and then set the primes down on the table. But remember, those are still your cards, even though you're not holding them."

She cocked her head quizzically to one side but placed the cards on the table without argument.

"Now the next part is that you act out one of my favorite fantasies that I had about you during class," I told her.

She blushed prettily.

"This isn't really appropriate for my freshman class, is it?" she asked.

"Well, not really," I admitted. "But I think you really will enjoy it and that you want to do it. It's a little naughty but no one else ever needs to know about it."

I grinned at her she gave an embarrassed grinned back and then chuckled.

"All right, what is this fantasy of yours," she asked.

"Imagine we're back in school. You're giving a lecture, but I'm the only student there. As you talk, you take off one article of clothing after another but you don't realize you're doing it until you're in nothing but your stockings and hoes. Do it now."

And then her face changed and I could tell she believed she was in the class room.

"Well, Bill, I guess it's just you and me and cotangents today," she said, taking off her jacket.

And then she went to work on an imaginary blackboard, pausing every few moments to ask if I was following and to take off another article. It was scrumptious. At first I let her teach like she normally does, except for the stripping, but to make it more interesting, I wished for her to get hornier and hornier as she went along. Soon she was panting and swallowing hard, loosing her train of thought and staring at me in haunted desperation.

Then came the moment when she put her thumbs in her panties and lid them down over her stockings, revealing her glory hole. She stood back up and took one foot out of her panties, then used the other to kick them to the corner of the room, all while halting;y trying to describe some concept neither of us gave a damn about just then.
Right on schedule, she realized what she wasn't wearing.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "I'm naked! Bill, I...I don't know how..how I .."

"Oh, I think you look very nice naked, Ms. Keely," I said getting up from my seat and going to her. "Very nice indeed!"

I gently took her arm that she had instinctively thrown up to cover her pert titties and lowered it to her side. She didn't resist. She trembled.

"I really should, um, put something...um...." she said.

"Clothes would get in the way, Darlene," I pointed out. "I can call you Darlene, can't I?"

I put an arm around her waist and took her hand off of her twat.

"Get...get in the way of...of what?" she asked.

"I think you know, Darlene," I whispered in her ear. "And I know you want it."

"But...but we can't...we're...we're in the school...you're...you're my student...I... want to but...but..."

"I'm not your student anymore, Darlene," I said "And we're not at the school we're at your house."

I wished for her to see the truth about where we were and she looked around frantically.

"Pretty neat trick, huh Darlene?" I said.

She shook, she made an animalistic sound, and then tackled me. She pushed me down on the table on top of the diagrams, ripping my clothes off, eyes obsessed. I was very ready for her and she howled with lust when she freed my hard dick. She mounted me with my pants around my knees and slammed her tight little pussy down on me with a grunt. She grabbed me by the writs and pressed both my hands to her tits, threw her head back with a groan and ground her pelvis into mine. She looked down at me with her eyes on fire.

"I've wanted this for so...fucking...long!" she declared.

And then she started humping me with furry. She came and came, and so did I. Just like with the bridge club, I rose and rose again. I screwed her against the wall in her living room, she sucked me off in the kitchen, I did her ass in the shower, and finally we end up fucking slowly, exhaustedly in her bed.

With one final, raging orgasm, Darlene screamed out. She smiled at me from a far away place and whispered "Goooooooood...." Then she collapsed and started gently snoring. I lay down beside her and chuckled to myself. It was better than anything I could have fantasized about back in highschool.

I lay there unable to sleep. I noticed it was 7:00. I knew that meant something. Then I remembered--Mrs. Sanchez!

My prick, glutton for punishment, expressed it's interest. I shook my head, wondering what the hell was happening to me, and called the Sanchez home on Darlene's phone. She didn't seem to mind.

Lori's daughter Gina was just leaving when I called. She whispered to me to please hold on for a moment and told her daughter to stay out as long as she wanted--she wouldn't wait up. Then she was back on the phone, begging me to come over and rock her world. I told her to make me dinner and I'd be there.

I collected my stuff and found my cards. I set the prime cards in Darlene's hand as she slept, just in case, and wished for her to sleep deeply and wake up believing I had left after she showed me the diagrams and then masturbated, fantasizing about all we had done.

I headed to the Sanchez residence. Lori met me at the door in a red lace negligee. I managed to get some food into me before I gave in to the urgings of Lori and my prick. Then I smeared cheesecake all over Lori and ate it off of her for dessert.

Then I tried out some things that Darlene had taught me. She's a great teacher. I've always said so. At last, having run the gambit of Lori's body and having gotten more sex in one day than I had in my whole life before then, I fell asleep with Lori tracing fingers around my nipple and telling me what an amazing lover I was.

****

Mrs. Sanchez woke me up before the sun was up Sunday morning.

"You were just scrumptious, baby," she said. "And I'd like nothing better than to go for another round with you, but Gina's asleep in the next room. She came in just after midnight. Could you sneak out? She'd just died if she knew I had slept with someone she went to highschool with."

Now Gina Sanchez had never been one of my favorite people in the world. The idea of embarrassing her was actually quite appealing. And my morning wood thought another roll with her mother was even more appealing.

I congratulated myself for having the foresight to give her my 'take the card' instruction.

"Whatever you say, hot stuff," I said, giving her a quick kiss. "Just let me get my clothes."

She smiled wistfully at my hard cock as I stood naked beside her bed. I wondered briefly if I could have seduced her without the cards. It was a moot point, though. I grabbed my Joker and the other cards.

"Do you mind holding my cards while I get dressed?" I asked.

"Sure, baby," she said, oblivious to the oddity of the request.

"You're the best, foxy," I said, handing them to her. "I'll be gone before you know it and Gina will never know."

What I was thinking, however, was: "Gina's a big girl. Who cares if she knows? You're horny as hell and you want me to fuck your brains out. You don't even want to do it quietly. You've just going to loose all control and come like you've never come before! And you're going to do it loudly!"

I started putting my shirt on. Mrs. Sanchez made a whimper.

"No, wait!" she protested. "I've changed my mind. I don't want you to go! I want you to fuck me and I don't care who knows!"

"You're sure?" I asked.

"Oh god yes!" she affirmed. "I need it bad!"

"Well, put my cards on the night stand and get on your hands and knees. I want to do you doggie-style."

Her eyes gleamed in the lamp light. She bit her lower lip, giggled, and scrambled up on her hands and knees in the middle of her king-sized bed. She placed my deck on the night stand and wiggled her round naked ass at me. She looked over her shoulder, tossing her dark hair prettily, and said: "Do me like a doggie, stud!"

"Mmmm, you're a hot little bitch in heat, aren't you?" I observed as I positioned myself behind her, placing my hands around her waist. She reached under with her hand and spread her labia, presenting her cunt to me.

"Oh god yes!" she said. "I'm so horny! So fucking horny!"

Grinning from ear to ear, I pressed the tip of my cock to her wet hole. Her whole body shuddered as she pushed back to engulf me. I thrust forward, slamming my meat home, and she moaned.

"Oh god yes!" she cried. "That's what I need! Fuck me, Bill, fuck me!"

I went to work on her like a jack hammer and she did her best to let Gina and possibly the whole neighborhood know all about it. I'm not sure if she realized she was facing her daughter's room but it was obvious she didn't care. All she was concerned with was cheering me on as I pounded her pussy from behind.

"Oh yes, yes! That's perfect! Just like that! Now, harder! Fuck me harder, Bill! Hard! Oh god yes! Oh god! Oh fuck! Oh Bill! Oh god! You're the best! The best! God, I love your cock! I want it inside me! Deeper! Deeper! Oh yes! That's it...that's it. I...I ..oh god! I'm coming! I'm cu..."

Her arms gave way and her face plowed into the pillow. She gave a shrieking groan into it as her whole body shuddered and she frantically shook her head back and forth. Her hand flailed out and knocked the lamp over, projecting a shadow on the wall of me humping her with her ass in the air. I pumped and I plowed and she came and she quivered. I finally filled her up and let her slide weak and trembling off my cock, mumbling half-coherent words of gratitude and astonishment.

I napped a bit with Lori stroking my head and praising my manhood. Then with the sunrise, I suggested she go make me breakfast. I didn't even need the cards. She slipped on her panties and a sexy robe. Just in case, I asked her to slip the queen of hearts into the elastic. I imagined things might get interesting with Gina.

As Mrs. Sanchez cooked, I lazed in bed thinking about how nice it would be to do what I'd been doing to her to Heather the next day. I imagined taking her right their in her office first thing Monday morning. Then I thought I'd make her my girlfriend, move in with her. She'd be quite willing to share me with others though, of course. I really did need to try out Heidi, my roommates girlfriend. Had I known what I was doing that first night, I already would have! Jake wouldn't mind. Not once I played a game of high card with him.

My fantasies were interrupted by the shrill bitchiness of Gina Sanchez berating her mother for being a whore. I stretched, scratched my crotch, and pulled on my clothes. It was time to go to work.

Not even the harsh words of her daughter had chased the hyper-fucked smile off Mrs. Sanchez' face. It clearly was making Gina even more angry than she had been. She was wearing a T-shirt that just barely covered her ass and I noticed that genetics had graciously given her her mother's legs. Her mother's hair too, but longer. Lori looked up from her daughter's rant to see me and smiled even more broadly, eyes twinkling.
"Bill, I made you breakfast!" she declared, pointing to a plate of sausage and eggs.

Gina turned around and stared, dumbfounded.

"Oh my fucking god!" she said at last.

She turned back to her mother.

"How could you?" she asked. "God, Mom, he's my age! And he's a dork!"

Lori just shook her head.

"Mommy has needs, Gina," she said. "You'll understand when you're older. But nobody fills those needs like Bill!"

She giggled.

"I am so telling Dad!" Gina declared. "The minute he gets back!"

"Oh, sweetie, don't do that," Lori said. "It would only upset him."

"Of course it'd upset him!" she said. "His wife's a slut!"

"Now that's not very nice," Lori informed her.

"I think I can help, here," I said. "Lori, can I talk to Gina alone for a moment?"

"Of course, Bill," she said. "I'll be in the bedroom if you need me. You know where it is."

I silently told her to fantasize about me while she was waiting and to give herself another orgasm. I also told her to ignore anything she might here out in the kitchen.

"I have nothing to say to your boy toy, mother!" Gina declared as her mother retreated on legs that were still a bit wobbly from too much sex.

"Oh, don't be to hard on your mom," I told her. "It wasn't entirely her idea. I blackmailed her with this."

I slid the queen of spades face down across the counter to her and sat on the bar stool. I grabbed the plate of food Lori had made for me and took a bite of sausage.

"What's that?" she asked.

"If you think you can handle the truth, look for yourself," I said.

Gina rolled her eyes but curiosity got the better of her. She went to turn the card over and before she even had a chance to look at it, I had wished for her not to put it down until I told her to.

"I don't get it," she said, "It's just an ordinary card."

"Maybe," I said. "And maybe you're just an ordinary bitch."

"Yeah, well maybe you're just an ordinary pig fucker," she countered.

"Possibly," I conceded. "And maybe you should just kiss my ass. On your knees."

And I wished for it hard.

With a horrified look on her face, Gina went around the counter and knelt behind my bar stool.

"Just a moment," I told her, kicked the bar stool to one side and pulled down my pants. "It's all yours, Gina."

And then I felt the briefest flutter of her lips on my backside.

"Oh, you can do better than that, Gina," I chided. "Come on now, show some passion!"

The next kiss on my butt cheek was longer, harder, wetter. And afterwards, I heard her gag.

"How are you making me do this?" she demanded, near hysteria.

I looked down at her. She was crying, clutching the card. I felt bad.

"Oh there, there, Gina," I said. "Everything is all right."

The Joker hummed and Gina stopped crying and smiled.

"Gosh, I don't know why I was crying," she said. "There's nothing wrong."

"Of course not," I said. "It's all perfectly natural. You kiss my ass because you like to do it. You love to do it, really. In fact, Gina, I do believe you have fallen madly in love with my ass."

A look of wonder, of elation over took her face and the Joker buzzed in my pocket.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "That's it! It's true! I'm in love with your ass! Oh please, let me kiss it again!"

"Well, if you really want to..." I said.

And then she was slobbering all over my backside, declaring her adoration of it between sloppy kisses. I chuckled and ate my breakfast. Once was done, I wished for her old mind and personality to come back.

She lost that lovin' feeling instantaneously. She was on the floor gagging, looking up at me in horror. I smiled and waved.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, not at all like her mother. "How...Why...God, I'm gonna puke."

"Calm down, Gina," I ordered.

And she was calm. Tranquilized almost.

"You shouldn't be able to make me do things like that," she said calmly. "Make me feel things like that."

I grinned.

"I know." I said. "It's magic! Pretty cool, huh?"

She blinked and a confused smile crept onto her face.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," she agreed. "I bet you used magic on my mom, too."

"You're o.k. with me doing your mom, aren't you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess I am," she said. "Did you make me be o.k. with it?"

"You're pretty smart for a bimbo, aren't you Gina," I observed.

She giggled.

"I'm a smart bimbo!" she agreed.

"Well, genius, why don't you get up off the floor then."

She complied. I looked about the kitchen for a way to make mischief. I found a bunch.

"Have you ever masturbated with a banana?" I asked.

"No," she said. "Of course not."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because that's just silly," she said. "And nasty too!"

"But you're a silly, nasty girl, Gina," I informed her. "The sort of silly, nasty girl who would just love to climb up onto this kitchen counter and get off with a banana in her cunt."

Gina giggled.

"I guess I am," she admitted.

"Well, I'm certainly not going to stop you," I told her.

She climbed up onto the counter and shimmied out of her panties. She grabbed a banana and tried to peal it while still holding the queen of spades. It was a bit awkward, and I didn't want her to damage the card or get it messy.

"You can put the card down, but remember it's still your card," I told her.

"Um, o.k." she said, confused but compliant.

"Loose the shirt too," I said. "You want to show me your titties. And you like to get rough with them when you masturbate."

The T-shirt followed the panties and Gina was left naked with only a banana on top of her kitchen counter. She finished peeling it, gave it a tender kiss, then started to rub one end of it along her pink slit.

"So, who were you out with last night?" I asked.

"I was, um, with Crystl," she said, pausing to lick her lips.

"Crystl Dayley? She's still in town?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's, oh, got an a..apartment down-town," she said and managed to get the banana in.

"Mmm," she said and stuck three fingers in her mouth to wet them, then stated diddling her clit with them. She smiled and her eyes rolled back in her head.

"I didn't know that. You know what would be cool? If once you were done with that banana, Crystl ate it out of your cunt."

"That would be, nng, so, uh, cool," she agreed.

"I bet you'll start coming just thinking about it," I told her.

"Nnng! Yes! Oh god, yes!" she agreed.

"Well, you just keep enjoying your banana and keep coming. I'm going to go say goodbye to your Mom, then we'll go visit Crystl."

"Uuuh! UhOoooh! Uheeeee!" she said and started smearing banana pulp on her tits.

I left Gina making a fool of her self on the counter and went to see her mother making a quivering mess of herself in the bedroom. She was close to having her whole hand up her twat. Her eyes lit up when she saw I was there. It was tempting to go another round, but I did need to get back to Davis before nightfall.

I told her to orgasm and she did so, then collapsed panting on the bed.

"God but you make me horny," she said. "Everything all right with Gina?"

"Yes, she's just fine," I assured her. "She's not going to tell on you. She asked me to give her a ride over to Crystl's house."

Lori pouted.

"But I wanted to get fucked again," she complained. "At least let me suck you off before you go!"

Never let it be said that I'm stingy with my cock. She made quick work of it, then I told her to bring me her queen of hearts. I told her she was going to have to give it back and when I took it from her, she was going to have a nice, restful sleep. She would remember our affair fondly, but not obsess about it and not even consider that I might have done anything to her daughter. I kissed her forehead, slapped her ass, and took the queen. She was deep asleep before I left the room.

Gina was very much awake. The banana was very much mush. She was convulsing on top of the counter and drooling as she continue to paw at her tits and her twat. Oops.

I told her to stop coming and she collapsed, breathing hard, smiling stupidly.

"Time to go see Crystl, Gina," I told her.

"Cool," she said. "Do you think she'll eat the banana? Iss kinda squished."

"I don't think she'll mind if we ask her the right way," I told her. "But first, you better get dressed. Put on your sluttiest outfit. But no panties. They'd just get messy."

Gina giggled and agreed. I followed her to her bedroom and watched her put on a mini skirt and tube top. Then I told her to get her card and stick it between her tits. We were of to Crystl's apartment.

As we drove over, I explained to Gina that first we were going to show Crystl a really cool card trick. We didn't need to mention anything about the banana or her mom or what a silly slut she was until after the card trick. She had to help me let Crystl know how cool it was.

I then went on to tell her what a sexual degenerate she was, just to kill the time. I don't think I used to be this cruel, but it really amused me. It might be the Joker's influence. Not a bad trade off if you ask me. I may be turning into a bastard but I'm turning into a bastard that gets a lot of tail.

Crystl was quite confused to see us at her door so early on a Sunday morning. Her blonde hair was tossled and she was wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe. As instructed, Gina told her I had come over to help her mom with something and then I had shown them this really cool card trick. She knew Crystl would just love to see it and so she insisted that they drive over.

Crystl thought that was stupid. I didn't blame her but I explained I had to be heading back to Davis and I didn't know when I'd be there next. Gina really wanted her to see it.

Crystl sighed and acquiesed. I handed her the whole deck, minus the Joker and the queen of diamonds. I told Crystl to shuffle, pick out any three cards, and then give the rest back to me.

She did so with little enthusiasm. I mentally told her to keep ahold of her cards and to accept more when ever I gave them to her.

"Now tell me which cards are yours," I instructed.

"The Ace of spades, the four of clubs, and the ten of hearts," she said.

"All right, now both you and Gina forget that you told me which cards are yours," I instructed.

They blinked.

"Your cards are the Ace of spades, the four of clubs, and the ten of hearts" I announced.

The girls jaws dropped.

"That's amazing!" said Crystl.

"I told you it was cool," said Gina. "Now it's time for breakfast! I brought you a banana!"

Crystl looked quizzically at her empty handed friend.

"It's in my pussy, silly!" she announced.

Crystl looked appalled. I told her to calm down and invite us in. She did so, of course.

I explained to Crystl that it was only natural for her to be confused and repulsed by her friend's behavior, but she still had a perverse desire to do exactly what Gina was suggesting. An uncontrollable desire, really, that had hijacked her better judgment and was making her irrationally horny for Gina. She might try to fight it but we all knew she was going to give in eventually so she might as well stick her cards in her panties and start eating Gina out.

Gina sprawled on her friend's carpet, hiked up her skirt to expose her banana-puree and reached down to spread her pussy-lips for easy access.

"You know you want to, Crystl," she said. "Eat me!"

A very confused, very horny Crystl trembled with her new found desires. She was unresisting though startled as I slipped her robe off her shoulders. She had quite the nice pair of hooters, with their nipples at attention. She stuck her cards in her panties and slowly fell to her knees, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Oh, fuck it," she exclaimed.

Then she dove right in.

Gina loved it, as I had told her she would, and she squirmed and squealed. Crystl was conflicted but out of control. I started to explain to Crystl how eating her friend's cunt was making her very, very horny, that the more she did it, the more consumed she was with lust for women, especially Gina. I told her that she liked me watching her degrade herself and her friend. I told her all sorts of things. Like I said, I do believe I'm becoming a bastard.

I had them put their cards on the table for safe keeping, then went through Crystl's fridge and found a few more things the girls could breakfast on--whipped cream, grape jelly, butterscotch pudding. Seeing the feast they smeared on themselves, I got a bit peckish myself. They really are sweet girls once you get to know them and fuck with their brains a bit.

Crystl's apartment was a mess by the time I told them to stop before we found ourselves in a diabetic coma. Out of concern for their health, I let them both suck on my cock and swallow the results. They needed the protein.

Then it was off to the shower. I asked them if they remembered what their cards were and they told me so I knew they still claimed them. I figured I should be sure before I explained to them how much they liked anal. Crystl had a number of nice lubricating oils in her bathroom, which proved quite useful.

At last, I told them I really had to be getting back to Davis. They were quite disappointed, but I told them if they dressed up nice and slutty, they could ride with me to the freeway on ramp.

They were quite glad to do so. Gina's clothes were a mess but they were about the same size. Crystl brought out a pair of skimpy summer dresses. We all agreed that underwear would just get in the way.

I had them get their cards. They shared the front passenger seat and pawed at each other and gave each other hickeys as we drove. I explained when we got their, they were going to give me their cards back and then make out with each other their by the side of the road, just to shock the prudish and arouse the horny. It was one of their favorite things to do. I told them if the police came, they should just try to seduce them.

And I left them there. I have a feeling I should feel guilty about that, but they did look really hot. And I found it really funny. What the hell.

So now I'm headed back to Davis. I want to be in Heather's office first thing tomorrow morning. It shouldn't be too long of a drive. Only problem is, I'm horny again. And there are so many women between here and there--and some of them are bound to want to see a card trick. Maybe even one at the next rest stop.

Wish me luck!
******

"This is just so weird," she said. "I never would have thought we would ever hook up. I always thought you were such a loser. But now, I don't think I could let a day go by without sucking your cock! Funny, huh?" "Yeah, it's funny how thinks work out," I told her. "I guess it was just in the cards."
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