Consequences Poker [Group]

I’m not a virgin. I dated a girl for almost a year near the end of high school, and we did start having sex near the end. It was wonderful in its own right, but we were both much less than experienced or talented, and only had sex a few times before we broke up and went our own ways. That was my only experience with anyone, and I’m now a sophomore in college.

My roommate Paul is the opposite. He was my roommate freshman year, too, and he became on of my only friends, as I’m rather shy and recluse. He’s a party animal, though, charismatic and attractive as all hell with sleek brown skin and rippling muscles, in contrast to my average face, dirty blond hair, and lanky physique. I’ve never asked about his ethnicity but I assume it’s varied. He gets laid all. The. Time. I try not to resent him for it, because he’s such an all around cool guy.

So it was that, a few weekends ago, I was listening to his latest conquest with only a modicum of seething envy. Apparently, he met a girl at a party, a self-avowed lesbian who, it turns out, was actually bisexual, and her girlfriend was too. The night ended with the three of them in a tangle of limbs, and him relaying me the tale the next morning.

I had only thought about his story a couple thousand times when he came through our door yesterday afternoon, looking super excited.

“What’s up?”

“You’ll never believe it,” Paul responded, “those girls just texted me.”

“Oh, awesome, have fun again.”

“Steve,” he said, serious, “they want me to bring a friend over tonight.”

“Oh yeah?” I said, not even thinking about the implication.

“Nick?”

“Steve, c’mon. Get ready, we’re about to have an awesome night.”

I was stunned. That kinda stuff didn’t happen to me. I wasn’t going to be upset when he picked someone else, cause why would he bring me? But he did, and he insisted, I’d been in my shell long enough, we were going to party it up tonight. So, at his behest, I shaved, showered, and put on a crisp plaid button-down, then we walked over to their dorm.

Up until the girls opened the door, I would have bet it wasn’t happening. It was a practical joke, or a mistake, or I was just dreaming. But Paul knocked, a sultry little “Coming!” came from the other side of the door, and then she opened up.

She was black, long, sleek hair that must have taken hours to manage flowing down her hair, with flawless dark chocolate skin, looking up at us from a height of 5′ nothing. Her girlfriend was behind her on one of the beds, a tall, leggy girl with amazing tits, half of her head shaved, the other half a rainbow of neon, beautifully artistic tattoos traced along all of her limbs, her loosely fitting clothes hinting at more underneath. I was blown away.

The black girl gave Paul a familiar look. “Ooh, he’s cute.” It took me a few seconds to realize that he was me. She let us in, and Paul introduced me to Diana, the black girl, and Sage, the tattooed one. I had a hunch it wasn’t her real name, but wasn’t going to press.

Sage almost immediately offered me a line of coke. I had not been expecting this at all, and had never done it before, but there was no way in fuck I was going to turn that down. I inhaled a line, coughed and choked a little bit, then felt the excited tingle start to spread throughout my body.

The girls had drinks, too, but I declined one of these, figuring I hadn’t drank too much before, didn’t want to mix, and definitely didn’t want to mess up this opportunity with puking. They didn’t press me, but Paul did have a drink. We hung out for a bit, chatting, just getting to know eachother. Diana is an engineering major, and Sage studies art. It was a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere, and my nerves started to go down as I was able to think of these two beautiful girls as people and not just as, well, beautiful girls that I was hoping to have sex with. After a bit, Sage suggests that we play a game.

“Strip poker?” Paul asks, a devilish grin in his eyes. I blushed.

“We’ve already seen you naked,” Diana said, “and if we don’t see Steve by the end of the night, there better’ve been a fire.” The girls laugh. And there it was, no subtlety or hedging, a flat statement of intent. I blushed even redder, hoping no one would notice.

“No,” Sage said, “let’s play consequences poker. You wager what you’re demanding the other person do, they can accept with a counter-wager or fold, and then you accept, raise the stakes, or fold. We’ll start of with clothes on, so stripping’s fair game. Just, let’s not it end there.”

We all quickly agreed, and all sat down on Sage’s bed to play. She had a deck of cards, and dealt them like she had experience. The first few rounds went like you might expect. I lost more hands then I won, but the girls were very aggressive with wagering, and all of us but Paul were down to our skivvies in no time.

Diana’s top was the first to go, in a loss to Paul’s full house. A round later, she and I wagered our last respective bits of clothing, and her two-pair was higher than mine. I stood up, and peel off my boxers, my cock jumping out like it was spring loaded.

“Ooooh,” Diana said with a wide grin, “he’s hung!”

I played rather conservatively from there, folding pretty much every hand, not wanting to be the first non-stripping consequence. Paul was soon down to his boxers, and Diana lost her last bit of clothing, too. She bent over as she took them off, giving everyone on the bed a view of her completely bare, brown pussy. Paul and Sage were vocally appreciative, I just stared.
Paul and Sage were the last ones in the next round; Paul’s boxers were put up against Sage’s panties, and Paul lost. His dropped as well, and I saw, with shock, that I was actually a bit bigger than him. He, unlike me, didn’t position himself in any concealing way, and his cock stood stiff and proud. Sage, after gloating about being the last one in clothes, dropped hers soon after, revealing well trimmed pubes surrounded by a mosaic of ink.

On the next round, I wagered that Sage would have to run out into the hall naked. She accepted, with the same wager back at me. I lost, so I darted out into the hall, right in front of two girls that were walking towards me, not ten feet away. Before I could hear their response, I was back in the room, completely beat red and heart pounding. Everyone cracked up.

The wagers from there kept piling up. In those next moments, I sucked on Sage’s nipples, spanked Diana and was spanked in return, made out with both of them, and saw them each licking Paul’s cock up and down. Then:

“I wager,” Diana said, “that you make out with Paul.”

I froze. This was uncharted territory. I looked at Paul. He didn’t seem phased, was still enjoying himself, and looked like he was anticipating what I would say. Not going to lie, he is super attractive, and I’ve had thoughts before, but, I’m straight. I thought.

“Ok,” I said, “but since you’re already dating Sage, the reverse isn’t really fair. So, you have to eat her out while we watch.”
“With pleasure,” she said with a grin. But her straight beat my straight.

I was super uncomfortable, but, like Sage said a moment later, I couldn’t back out. More kinkiness was to come, and if I bitched out now, I’d likely miss out on everything else that was going to happen. So, I kissed Paul.

“I didn’t say peck him,” Diana said, “I said make out. I want to see tongue.”

Paul didn’t object, so I went in again. Seriously this time. Our tongues touched and fenced inside our mouths, and he was, to my surprise, fervent and totally into it. I felt myself moan just a little bit.

“That,” Sage said, “was hot.”

“Really?” I said sheepishly.

“Well you find it hot when girls make out, don’t you?” Diana asked. I nodded.

Making out with Paul killed my last vestiges of shyness, and my next wager for Sage was another shared blowjob, like the one Paul got, put up against eating both girls out. I won, and the two of them crawled towards me like so many cats in heat. Diana licked my balls up and down and played around the bottom of my shaft while Sage took all of me in her mouth. They didn’t do this very long, and thank god for that, cause I couldn’t have taken much more.

Our wagers got more and more sexual, and I don’t want to bore you with every one, but we were having a blast, and the game kept rolling. I penetrated both of the girls, as did Paul, soon, everyone had performed oral on everyone else. Except…

“Paul,” Sage said, “I’ll wager that you have to suck Steve off.”

My jaw dropped as Paul agreed. I don’t remember what he wagered back, but it doesn’t matter; he lost. Moments later, he was looking up from my lap, one hand wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t believe this. This was not at all what I was expecting from tonight. Part of me wanted to stop it, but I didn’t, partially because I just didn’t want to stop the game, and partially because (as I finally admitted to myself) I really, really wanted this hot guy, this close friend of mine, to suck my cock, already wet with the saliva and juices of the two beautiful girls watching us.

The way he did it, I suspect it wasn’t his first time. Paul knew how to suck cock; he wasn’t as tender, or as sensitive as the girls, but he made up for that with what appeared to be absolutely effortless deepthroating. He bobbed up and down on me for a minute, then let off, and for the second time, I was able to keep myself from cumming.

The next wager that I lost pushed me even further: Sage wagered me putting her buttplug in me and keeping it there against letting me facefuck her full throttle. I won, and pounded her face like a fleshlight; the first time. The second time I made the same wager, I ended up squatting on the ground, slowly inserting this larger-than-I-expected lubed-up rubber buttplug while the three of them watched fascinated from the bed. It felt invasive and weird and painful and…good, and I soon was able to get on with the game, clenching the plug inside of me.

Shortly after, Diana lost a round to Sage where they both wagered getting strapon fucked by the other. Paul and I sat on the bed as the girls went to the other and put on a show, Diana bent doggy style and taking Sage’s strapon, which was secured to her with a leather harness despite the fact that it also reached up inside her. Sage pounded away, and I could tell that they had a lot of experience with doing this. As we watched, Paul reached over and played with me a little. I jumped at first, then I let him, and eventually returned the favor.

The next wager, Paul demanded I let Sage impale me like she had Diana. I had a flush on the flop, so I accepted, and gave the same wager back at him. Unfortunately, another spade came out, and his jack beat my ten and seven, so I found myself bent over Diana’s bed, Sage standing behind me. She pulled the plug gently out of me then eased herself in. I thought about stopping a bunch of times, but it really wasn’t that bad. The plug had gotten me used to it, and Sage was able to get in me easily, and then, she started going, and I suddenly understood why girls like to get fucked.

It’s like a switch went off in my head. I was getting fucked in the ass, and it was way better than I ever thought it could be. I couldn’t help it, I let myself go. I moaned and I pleaded and I asked her to fuck me harder. I would have been embarrassed to let the others see me like that, but in the moment, I was too overcome with sensation to care. And they didn’t seem in a judgmental mood; I don’t know when they joined, but I looked to the left of me, and there was Diana, bent over and taking it from Paul. I couldn’t quite tell because of Sage holding me down, but it looked like he was in her ass.

I’m pretty sure I “came” there, but not from my dick. I just felt rolling wave of sensation across me and moaned uncontrollably like a bitch in heat. When I finally collapsed, Sage was still in me, but she mercifully stopped her gyration.

“Somebody likes it,” she said, and the grin in her voice was clear. It took me a minute or two to come back to myself, and when I did, the two were all over Paul on Sage’s bed, Sage sucking him, Diana making out with him. The cards were set aside, abandoned for now.

“You know,” Diana said, once they noticed I was back. “You got to see us fuck, but we haven’t…”

My heart jumped into my throat. Paul fuck me? I’d already done all of this, but that was a step I certainly never thought I’d take. But in that moment, the emptiness left my Sage’s strapon yawning inside of me, and the (I now realize suppressed for years) latent attraction I’d harbored for Paul, combined, and my body took over. I didn’t say a word, just flipped up onto my knees and stuck my ass in the air. My face was burning, but I just forced myself not to care.

A moment later, Paul was behind me. At this point, I was pretty sure this was nowhere near as new for him as it was for me. I was still relaxed from Sage fucking me, and he was able to get in with ease. We were parallel with the bed this time, and I could look over and see the girls, both playing with themselves and rubbing on eachother while they watched us with lust in his eyes. Paul took me hard, and I was in heaven. Sage was great with her strapon, but Paul really knew what he was doing, and (apparently) rubber just doesn’t feel as good as smooth, warm flesh. He fucked me silly, my head and back arched, my dick flopping around, his balls slapping against mine. Knowing the girls were watching, and that they weren’t judging, but actively enjoying, was even better.

Then, suddenly, a sweet brown pussy was pushed up into my face. I didn’t even think. I was such a sexual creature at this point, I dove in. Before when I’d eat a girl out, I’d focus on the clit and finger the pussy, since sometimes the taste was too much. Now, with my entire body on fire, I shoved myself into her, breathing in every part of her, pressing my tongue as deep into her as I could, each thrust from Paul in my ass pushing me in a little further. She moaned, but her moans were muffled, and I glanced up, realizing that Sage was sitting on her face.
Paul started pounding with wild abandon, and I could tell that he was close. I was too. I screamed my wild abandon into Diana’s pussy, kept as much focus as I could on breathlessly pleasuring her. She began to buck and moan, too, as did Sage, who collapsed forward biting her girlfriends thighs, her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me into her black goddess. I was at a crescendo of pleasure at this point, and I heard Paul behind me, letting out a bellow of pure carnal bliss. I felt his hot seed filling me up, and I came myself, my dick exploding untouched and spraying my jizz all over the bed beneath me. Some of it even shot as far as my face/Diana’s crotch. The two girls were in the throes of orgasm as well, we all stood rigid at that last, desperate moment of release, and then Paul collapsed on me, pressing me down into Diana, Sage fell forward off of Diana’s face leaving her gasping for breath, and I just melted, all three of them exhausted and spent around me.

After a few minutes of mindless wallowing, we all got cleaned up, did some more coke. I did take a drink now, but just the one. We kept hanging out and chatting naked; the sex that just happened was by no means ignored, but it also wasn’t the center of conversation. It was just a natural part of what just happened, and everyone was cool with it. Eventually, once we’d all had some time to rest, we all fucked again, though that was a bit more tame, with Diana bent over under me while Sage rode Paul’s dick. The two of them got on their knees and we coated them with our loads, Paul first, and then mine. Could have been bigger loads, but we came not long prior and didn’t have much left. It was getting late, so the girls got cleaned up, we all got dressed and went out for a cigarette. I don’t smoke much, but on coke, it felt almost a necessity. Then, we bid the girls adieu and headed back to our dorm. It wasn’t super awkward on the way back, but we didn’t really talk about what had happened, and both went to sleep.

This morning, Paul and I did talk. Turns out, he’s been bi for years, and some of the “girls” he had told me about fucking were actually guys, he just never knew how I’d react. I told him honestly that I’d always thought I was straight, but that I had fun last night, didn’t regret it at all, and was probably bisexual all along and didn’t want to admit it to myself. We talked about the possibility of having sex sometime just the two of us, and didn’t settle on anything for sure, but it’s certainly not off the table and seems to be in the cards for sure.

Diana texted me this morning, nothing sexual, just to chat. I’m honestly not sure which part has me happier, the prospect that I might have multiple FWBs now, or that I just made new friends. Like I said, I’m not great at meeting people, and I think I’d want to be friends with Diana and Sage whether sex was involved or not.

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