Max’s thighs were bigger than both of Yuri’s legs put together, the sculpted limbs spattered with a thin layer of blonde hair. He wore a pair of white briefs beneath, but they did little to hide the completely erect organ beneath them.
Staring at the manhood straining against the underwear, Yumi let out a little moan under her breath. All of him was big; she could see that now clearly. Much bigger than the man she’d given her virginity to, much bigger than any man she’d ever giggled or blushed over. Her mouth was dry at the sight, but her undies were saturated with her lubrication. Her sex gave an involuntary spasm of longing, a gasping plea of wanting to be filled by that monstrous organ.
The fabric where the head of his impressive member was so gratuitously outlined was wet, evidence of his excitement and aching. Her body trembled at the thought, and she felt her soul lift up triumphantly. She had him! There was no way he could beat her now. The forty dollars was hers, and she would get to see that glorious sex without the annoying scrap of underwear blocking her view. Elated, Yumi taunted him. “Still want to continue?” She purred, leaning across the table. She mimed the way he’d done to her earlier, whispering against his mouth. Yumi felt like a wanton woman, but it felt good. Her inexperience didn’t matter now. She felt liberated, empowered, naughty and triumphant. In a bold move, she leaned forward and licked his mouth with a quick dart of her little pink tongue. “I’ll let you back out now.”
“Not on your life,” Max growled, staring up into her hazel eyes with every emotion he felt at the moment. “I plan on having you, out in that garage. I’m going to fuck you in that convertible Mustang of Gillespie’s. I’m going to make you drench those seats when you come.” To punctuate his promise, he reached up and tweaked one of her nipples, the hardened bud rolling easily beneath his strong fingers where it strained against the cloth cup of her bra. She gasped loudly, her body bucking with the sensation that ripped through her like a jagged knife. “Sit down and let me deal.”
Yumi couldn’t believe it. She lost. Again, when it was so crucial. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she glanced over at Max. He was waiting smugly for her to choose, her bra or her panties. And now it put her equal again, and gave her no room to lose the last round. If she did, she was out the forty dollars, and she was going to be forced to give her body. With the way she felt at the moment, she was probably going to give her body to him anyways, but at least if she won it would be on her terms. But if she lost, it would give him license to take her where and how he wanted, forcing her to admit him as the better.
The bra was the lesser of the evils; she wriggled free of the straps and, closing her eyes for bravery, yanked the cups down and twisted the cloth around so she could undo the hook-and-eye closures. Free of their restraints, the small globes of her breasts barely sagged. When she opened her eyes, she was standing down at them, the mounds the same golden shade as the rest of her, their crests proudly standing in puckered and bold relief out from her body. The buds were dark pink, almost a maroon, and thick compared to the small mounds they crowned. Yumi didn’t even look up to see Max’s reaction to this humiliation. Her body announced for her that she was intensely aroused. She reached for the cards, and prayed to whatever divine being inflicted this madness up on her to take up this bet that she won the final deciding factor. The final hand was Five Card Stud, winner takes all so no wild cards. She bit her lower lip, feigning disappointment, but inside she was screaming. Three Aces. She landed three Aces. Let’s see him top that, she grinned to herself. Slapping the cards down on the table, she snorted in victory. “Ha!” She snorted, triumph waving over her.
“Show me your hand.” Max’s blue eyes flicked from the hand she laid on the table, to the hand he clutched in his fingers. He smiled, slowly and deadly in his intent. Placing them one by one on the table, he revealed that she had not won at all. He had the deal of all deals, the million-to-one suit that crowned the top of the Poker rules. She had lost. The forty was forfeit, and she was his to do as she pleased. Her first reaction was to flee. Gathering up her clothing in a mad dash, Yumi prepared to flee for her room at the back of the house. She’d lock herself in, until this man and his bet were gone. She’d only taken three steps when he called lazily, “Do you want me to tell your guardian what bet you owe me, Yumi?” She stopped, going rigid, still wearing the panties she should have shed as her losing dictated. He moved behind her, quick as a cat, grabbing her wrist. “Bring your clothes to the garage with you, sweets,” he purred. “We can’t have Gillespie finding the evidence before I’ve had my way with you.” He gathered all his clothing and headed out into the garage. Yumi closed her eyes, drew in a ragged breath. His. She was his now, for whatever devious thoughts he had in mind. All she would have had to do was say “No” to his bet in the beginning, and she wouldn’t be in this situation.
But greed had trapped her, and now if she left, she was going to have to face her guardian and risk being sent back to Japan. Turning on her heel, she followed Max out to the garage, shutting the door behind her with a click. He had dumped his clothes in the front seat of the Mustang, and she did the same, piling them on top of his. Closing her eyes, she turned his way. “Okay, you won,” Yumi sighed in defeat. “Do what you want with me.” Her body was rigid, tingling. Despite her still-evident arousal, she was scared of what he might request of her, and she was trembling.
“Such a martyr,” Max chuckled. “Don’t worry, Yumi. I don’t like my women unwilling. Whatever I do to you, you’ll be begging me for it by the time I do it.” He gripped her chin in his hand, and kissed her on the mouth. The first kiss was soft, coaxing. It was meant to quell her fear somewhat and start her on the pathway to excitement. Those full lips were parting her own, his tongue slipping inside to taste her, touch her, and massage her. Yumi didn’t know how long the kiss went on. She couldn’t say when exactly she stopped resisting and started kissing back. She did know by the time they stopped to take a breath, her hands were coming up around his neck and she was crushing her body against his for the next kiss. Anticipation had heated their blood, and Max wasn’t about to waste all night savoring her and risk getting caught. He wanted her hot, but he wanted her frantic too. He had plans for the dusky-skinned little Asian he held in his arms, on the verge of leaving her teens but still quite the young and innocent beauty.
“Open your eyes, Yumi. Watch me, watch me.” He pressed her back against the door of the Mustang, getting to his knees. With her hazel eyes watching every move, he reached up and pulled her thighs apart. Looking up at her, he watched her pupil grow large, her body shudder with delight as he traced the crotch of her panties with one finger, pressing only hard enough to feel the pouting lips of her nether mouth. She was wet from their bout of Strip Poker, wet almost to the point of gushing. Her underwear was soaked with the evidence of her arousal. He traced up and down gently, still watching her, until her hands were grabbing at his blonde curls and her mouth was open for her hot, little panting breaths.
Without warning, he pushed a single finger past the barrier of cotton, plunging into her. The lubrication made it possible to slide his finger in with a smooth motion. She was tight, so impossibly tight, and hotter than anything he’d ever felt. It was as if her sex had gone into meltdown. He pulled out his finger and pushed it in again, miming what his body would later do to her, a promise of things to come. Yumi’s knees almost buckled when he withdrew his hand and pulled the cotton panties down, exposing the tight, black nest of curls and the glistening lips of her sex. The nether mouth was the same dark red shade as her nipples, but it shone in the garage light like a maroon satin sheath.
“Now me, Yumi,” Max ordered, and got to his feet. She did the same, peeling back the thin fabric, partially doing it for herself and partially because he bade her to. His tumescence made her moan. He was thick, almost so thick she couldn’t cup her fingers around him. She drank in the perfection of him with her eyes, the satiny swell of the shaft, the dominant pink head, and the soft sacs that dangled beneath. Yumi had the sudden impulse to lean forward and kiss the head of that impressive organ, and did just that. She was yanked up by a fistful of her thick, black hair.
“No,” Max rasped. “No kiss. When I spend, I want to come in your body, not your mouth.” He abandoned her for a moment, sliding into the backseat of the convertible. Yumi followed without being told, the leather seat cold under her naked skin. He told her to turn around so she was facing away from him, squatting over his lap. Yumi grabbed on to the back of the driver and passenger seats for balance, her eyes closing in anticipation. She felt open and exposed in this position. Her sex was easily seen, openly pouting for his viewing, and the bubble-like circles of her rear were pulled tight and firm.
“If I had a condom,” Max purred from behind her, “I’d fuck the hell out of this.” He emphasized what he was speaking of by rubbing three fingers over her dripping flower.
“But since I don’t, I’m going to take you here.” Yumi almost leapt out of the car when she felt a finger press against the puckered hole of her anus. She’d never known a man would want to take his pleasure there. She protested that she wasn’t big enough, that he’d split her in half if he tried. But he chuckled and told her she’d never even know he was there until it felt good to her. Yumi still must have been trembling, for Max patted her on her naked rear lovingly. “I won’t hurt you, Yumi. I’m going to teach you one of the greatest pleasures you’ve ever felt.” She was doubtful, but soon forgot about her nervousness as Max turned his attentions to other parts of her. He plucked her like the strings of a finely tuned violin.
He increased her arousal tenfold, by lightly rubbing her nipples until she sobbed for more in her own voice, by rubbing her hips and her back and her thighs, finding tender spots she never knew she had. Yumi’s thighs began to tremble from the exertion it took to hold her body in the squatting position, and the ministrations Max was doing to her body soon had her skin glowing with a layer of sweat. He played with her sex more, getting her stretched enough to take three fingers, tugging on the lips, and rubbing the swelling nubbin of desire that rested high on her mound.
Gripping her hips, he said, “I want you to feel this in that hot slit of yours first.” Yumi almost fainted when he gently positioned her and lowered her onto his massive member. It stretched her wider than she thought possible, the head rubbing the walls inside, finding spots that both ached with pleasure and begged for more. Her juices squished around him, making a sucking sound as he lifted her off, then slipped her down again. Her moan and his grunt echoed at the same time, and Yumi suddenly felt a new sensation as his finger penetrated her anal passage. It wasn’t painful, a new sensation that she couldn’t put a label on how it felt. Yumi slowly picked up the rhythm on her own, rising and lowering herself onto him with the same motions she’d use to ride a horse. Each time she came down to bury him in her, it felt better and better.
Max was bringing her to new heights of pleasure by rubbing her clit with one hand, bumping her back wall with the head of his sex, and teaching her to take two fingers in the puckered hole of her anus, loosening her up to the lovemaking to come. Every part of her felt so hot, every part of her felt so wet. She was dripping with sweat and her own lubrication, and moaning like a whore as he took her up and up and up. It was like someone was winding a spring inside her body, getting her ready for some great cataclysmic event. Making love to the boy back home had never felt like this. Yumi sighed Max’s name, and he gripped her hips and pulled her off of his organ. He bent her forward a little more so he could thrust against the crack of her rear. Lubricated with the juices of her sex, he slid easily in the furrow, teasing the already stimulated hole while he fingered her flower faster, faster, coaxing her. Yumi went still with a cry, the tension in her starting to break.
Like a whirlwind a heat swept over her body, and she began to shudder violently. Then it happened. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body, forcing cries from her throat, the orgasm making her writhe against him in ecstasy. Somewhere in the midst of her freefall, Yumi felt a brief, burning sensation, but it was quickly forgotten in the next gush of pleasure. She didn’t know how long it was, but eventually she began to come down off the natural high of her orgasm. She became aware of Max’s hands feeling the small globes of her breasts, and then more to her amazement, she became aware that she was being impossibly filled from behind. He had done it! That thick organ was planted to the hilt inside her back passage, the pain of entry hidden masterfully in the explosion of her first-time orgasm.
Max lifted his hips, testing her depths and to Yumi’s surprise she could feel him, the head of him, pressing against the thin wall that separated her inner folds from her anal passage. He lifted his hips again and she felt it again, rubbing against her inner G-spot even though he was in the opposite passage. She was still shuddering from the aftershocks of her first explosion, yet whenever he moved, she felt the pressure start to coil again. Max slowly pulled his sex out of her anus, then pushed back again. It was a biting pain at first, but the newly stretched mouth opened to take him in, and then Yumi felt nothing but a pleasurable filling sensation. She let him take his strokes first, judging his width and her ability, letting him have control.
But as the strange pleasure-pain grew and grew, Yumi began to impale herself on his shaft, taking herself anally on his organ. Watching her ride him was too much for Max to bear, especially after the stimulation of being inside her tight wet nether mouth while he prepared her for anal plundering. He needed her to come again when he came, and so he began to finger her frantically while she rose and fell on his lap, coaxing her to the brink again. The second orgasm was more powerful than the first, longer and stronger. Yumi’s sex pulsed, empty and aching, but the starfish-shaped mouth of her anus convulsed with pleasure too, drinking hungrily at the thick organ planted deep inside it. She tightened around him like a vice, until his hands gripped her hips furiously and pounded into her with the pent-up passion he’d endured getting her prepared.
Max thrust deep and lifted them both with his final blow, their hips held inches over the leather seat as he moaned in time with her groans. He shot inside her, so deep inside her freshly taken anus, and Yumi’s second coming bled into a third orgasm when the hot cream sprayed in jets against the back wall where her inner pleasure center rested. Filling her with his seed, Max collapsed to the seat of the Mustang, Yumi collapsing on top of him with her body still convulsing through her ecstasy, her over stimulated slit gushing cream of her own onto his upper thighs again.
Somehow they managed to sneak back in after dressing, although Yumi imagined the football game was long over. The other guests had left, and Mr. Gillespie had retired to his bedroom to snore away his stupor. Yumi’s cheeks blushed when she felt Max’s hand pat the back of her skirt as she walked him to the door.
Beneath her panties, she was still filled with the proof of their lovemaking, and she felt a tremor of her former passion as she thought about all that they had done. When they got to the front door, Yumi was suddenly shy. She didn’t want to seem forward, asking him to come over again sometime. Maybe it was better to leave it as a one-time event, a lunatic bet that ended out good for the both of them.
Noting her sudden silence, Max grinned at her. “Princess, if you ever want to play poker again, give me a call.” Leaning forward, he kissed her roughly, letting her know he was interested in more, nipping her lower lip with his teeth. “Next time, I just might let you win.”