Oblivial Pursuit
2006-08-21 @ 7:05 p.m.

Thursday night was a sex free-for-all. It began with some Oblivial Pursuit (a term coined by Steve, unless of course he stole it from someone). What do you need to play Oblivial Pursuit?

1) 1 Trivial Pursuit game;
2) The drink of your choice;
3) Uninhibited, reasonably attractive people.

The Rules: If you miss a question, take a sip of your drink. If you miss a question that would have gotten you a colored wedge, drink a shot (in this case peach schnapps, not my favorite).

Play for a bit and just see what happens.

Kit, Luke, Steve, Lea, Stacy, Dale, Jason and I played. We sat on the livingroom floor and everybody just stretched out. Chad and Abbie were off by themselves.

Everything went fine for me until I hit a patch of Sports questions. And of course, it was football and basketball. It wasn't even like it was relatively recent stuff (although we did use the oldest version of the game). I got questions from football's Paleozoic era. I think one of the answers to a question I missed was Jim Thorpe. Anyway, I ended up speed drinking through one of three margaritas I drank.

And the guys! You can't answer a question about what college runningback ran for the most yards in the 1958 Doo-Dah Bowl and they make you feel like an idiot. Please forgive that all-important gap in my formal education. I must have been out that day.

The game went on for some time, and everyone got tipsy. Some of that was on purpose. People, the guys mostly, wanted to drink. Then, things got interesting.

Luke decides to change the rules before everyone was too plastered. New rules went as follows: Miss a question and you have to do whatever the next player wants you to do. For a simple question, nothing too wild. Miss a question for a wedge, that is a different story. Get a wedge, you can order someone to do something. The rules did get a little vague after a while.

I cannot recall exactly what happened or whom did what to who. Therefore, the following is more of a random sample of events.

For example, Stacy missed a question and Dale had her flash everyone.

When I missed a question, Luke said, "take your bra off." So, I unclasped my bra and took it off, leaving my shirt on.

"I want the shirt off too," said Luke.

"Then you should have said so." I won that one on a technicality.

Then the game turned into Strip-Trivial Pursuit, for all intents and purposes.

When Kit missed a question for a wedge, Steve told her to kiss Stacy but, because of my technicality, he was specific. "For ten seconds, with tongue." So they kissed, for ten seconds, with tongue. "You had better be careful with what you ask," said Kit.

"What do you mean?" Asked Steve.

"You're not the only one that can request a same-sex kiss." You just knew that the hard-ons in the room were softening.

"Fuck that," said Steve.

"I'm not kissing a guy," added Jason. "I don't care what happens and what I miss. I'm not kissing any guy."

You have to admire their principles. Even in a room with half-naked women, they do have standards.

When Jason obtained a wedge, he told Lea to finger me, for thirty seconds. I blushed while Lea slid her hand into my shorts and started to rub. It was a turn on though, knowing everyone was watching and that they guys were drooling.

When I got my Arts & Literature wedge, I looked at Kit and said, "suck Steve's cock."

Kit grinned. Steve stood and the both moved out of the circle. Kit got on her knees and began licking and sucking on him. "You've been wanting to do that all night, haven't you?" I said.

Kit said, "yeah, I have." Right next to me, I almost felt Luke bristle. I don't think he liked that. Perhaps a momentary, uncharacteristic pang of jealousy?

We watched Kit and Steve for about a minute. Steve eventually sat down on the couch and made himself comfortable while Kit gave him head. Since they showed no signs of returning to the game, we continued.

Next thing I know, Steve has Kit on her back and is licking her pussy. So those two were obviously out of the game. Soon most of us girls were down to just panties or tops. Except Stacy, who decided to get buck naked and throw herself at Dale.

Lea and Jason moved over to a corner and began fooling around.

As for me, I think Luke may have been slightly jealous because he just pushed me down and began to kiss me and suck my nipples. I reached over and stroked his hard-on, through his shorts.

Stacy and Dale were right next to us. Occasionally, Dale, now getting blown by Stacy, would reach over and play with my tits. So that was kind of hot.

I think the shrieks of excitement coming from Kit got Luke's competitive juices flowing. He pulled me up and almost dragged me to the nearest bedroom.

"I want you on your knees!" He commanded.

I went down on my knees. He grabbed his cock with one hand and the back of my head with the other and fed me, inch by inch.

"Take all of it," he whispered. "Good, little bitch. Open your mouth all the way!" He forced he cock into the back of my throat until I choked. "Now, do it again. Good girl." Then he moved, back and forth, fucking my mouth.

"Come here and get on me." Luke layed down and I got on top of him. He placed his strong hands on my hips and pulled me up and down.

"You like that?"

"Oh God. " I did like it. He was a beast and drunk enough to be hornier than hell but not so drunk that he had problems keeping the erection.

In one quick motion, Luke had me on my back, my legs in the air. It felt like he banged me for hours. It wasn't hours, but it felt like it. At one point I had to slow him down because it hurt.

"Fucking cum for me," he kept whispering, until I did. Then he had me back on top. I went to kiss him and he pulled my hair back. "Cum for me again, bitch. Cum on!" I came again, a little while later.

"Now suck on me some more."

I sucked on him some more until he felt like he was about to cum. "Cum for me, baby," I said. "In my mouth if you want."

"Not yet. I'm going to fuck that ass of yours. Go get some lube."

I left the room and finally tracked down some lube. I get ready and Luke climbed on top. We did an anal- missionary position, which can sometimes be much easier.

"Easy," I said, as he tried to enter me. "Not so rough."

He slowed down and was soon sliding in and out. He'd put his whole cock in my ass and then pull it out, almost. Then he'd rammed it back in.

"Can you cum this way?" He asked.

"Maybe," I replied. "Sometimes."

We did that for a few minutes but he became a bit frustrated when I couldn't cum. I then got on my hands and knees so he could butt-fuck me doggie-style. While Luke did that, he also reach down and began playing with my pussy.

"Want me to get someone else," he asked. "You want a DP."

"Not tonight." As it was, I didn't think I'd be able to walk in the morning. I didn't need two cocks.
"Are you going to cum again?"

"Give it time."

I put my head down on the pillow as Luke pounded my ass and played with my pussy. With some concentration, I came a third time. Just in time, as it turned out. Luke yanked my head back by my hair and shot his load into my ass. He fell back, breathing heavily and I couldn't move for a minute. I felt weak and wrung-out.

We layed on the bed and finally calmed down. Luke pulled me to him and I layed in his arms. Now, he was gentle, stroking my hair and kissing my forehead.

"What the hell was that all about?"

"What?"

"You were like an animal," I said.

"You seemed to enjoy it."

"True," I replied. "But a little warning would have been nice."

I don't want it that way all the time, but sometimes it's nice to be manhandled, thrown down and used. Not all the time, just sometime.

That's it for board games for awhile. I think I sated the slut within. Now it's back to reading, baking and knitting for awhile.