A dirty grin slipped across Mike’s face as he got on the floor next to Allison. He gently put his fingers on hers, and started moving them over Cassie’s breast. His influence made the athletic blonde’s touches more intimate. More urgent. This went from sort of sexy to kind of amazing all in one move.
Now it was Emily’s turn. My wife had grown a whole tail off her foot, with Cassie holding it and Mike and Allison holding Cassie’s breast. So, she moved carefully to allow the whole group to stay attached.
“Oh, Jeez,” Emily said, showing us the three sheets all at once. Allison, chest, rub.
“Are we sure the slips are random?” Mike asked, “Not that I’m complaining.”
“I put a few extra ‘touches’ in there to balance things,” Cassie said, “But that’s all.”
“Uh huh,” Emily said. She knelt on the ground with the rest of the group and reached around both Cassie and Mike to rest her hand on her best friend’s little breast. It was a tentative touch.
“That’s fine,” Allison said, reassuring. The look on her face — rubbing Cassie’s tit while her own breast was also being manipulated — was tough to read. Uncomfortable, pained, but not unaroused.
Finally, I had my first draw. I didn’t know what to root for, but I hoped the bowl gods would be kind. I got Mike’s name first, but I put it back. My next draw gave me Emily — I had to touch her hand.
Well, it was a boring result compared to what else had been going on, but I could live with it. Then I realized, actually, that I’d been given the same opportunity as Mike. Sort of. I dropped to the floor, dragging Jack with me, and joined the chain of everyone else.
Carefully, I reached through the knot of body parts and rested my hand on Emily’s. I felt Allison’s round breast behind my wife’s fingers. I took the instruction literally, touch not rub, so I didn’t move it. Yet there was something oddly erotic about all this. Kind of hot but in such a strange way that it was unhot which then made it unexpectedly hotter? I’m not doing a good job of explaining myself, but there it is.
“I really like this view now,” Cassie said, looking back at all of us, naked and scrambled together. Arms entwined and knotted. We all chuckled.
Cassie’s next turn was an awkward one: she had to touch her own hand (she rested it on top of the one on Emily’s foot). Then Jack had to rub Cassie’s hand. He used it as an excuse to let go of me and squatted next to his wife.
“My foot is not comfortable,” Emily said.
“At least it’s not your boob,” Allison said.
Now, the athletic blonde had to touch my lips. At first, I thought that meant putting my mouth on Mike and Allison’s hand which was on Cassie’s breast which (like everything else were doing) was both hot and weird.
Instead, Allison put her free hand on my face. It was strange, having her fingers on my mouth. So, I did what was natural and started to slowly suck on Allison’s digits.
“Whoa, Paul, nice!” Cassie said.
Allison gave me a little sultry smirk.
“This is getting tangled,” Emily said.
“Just you wait,” Cassie said.
Mike’s next draw had him putting his hand on Cassie’s chest. It was already there, through his wife, but he took the opportunity to grab Cassie’s other bare tit. He hefted it in his hand.
“That says touch, not rub,” Allison said.
Mike turned to his wife and gave her a raspberry. I had to admit, it was an effective retort.
“Shit,” Emily said. She was holding up Kiss, Lips, Allison.
“Redraw,” Cassie said, “It’s not a big deal. The boys have been doing it lots.”
That was true. I’d already passed up a couple of Mike’s and one Jack. But Emily shook her head.
“I’ll do a quick one,” my wife said. She leaned over and gave Allison a quick peck on the mouth. And yes, my dick got even harder. What can I say?
“You’re supposed to stay that way,” Mike said.
Emily responded with the same “thhhppbbb” he’d given his wife.
My next turn, however, was less obvious. I got Allison, Touch, and Frontside. What was ‘frontside’?
“It’s like backside,” Cassie said, “Only the opposite.”
We all looked at her, confused.
“I felt silly writing ‘pussy’ and ‘penis’ on a sheet of paper,” Cassie said.
“Oh,” I said, “That makes sense.”
Then I realized what that meant.
Allison and I shared a grin. I let go of Emily’s hand. Then I reached between Allison’s legs and put my fingers on her pussy. She was dripping, as much as I’d ever felt her.
The slip said ‘touch,’ but I couldn’t help myself and started slowly moving my finger through her steaming sex. Gently teasing at her. Allison closed her eyes and let out a little sigh.
“This isn’t getting any more normal,” she said.
I could understand her feeling. She was rubbing Cassie’s breast in concert with her husband while I rubbed her vagina. Both were bent over, because the beautiful blonde woman, herself, had her hand on Emily’s foot. Jack was squatting next to her, his hand on Cassie’s.
It felt like we might tip over at any second. Just getting the paper out of the bowls was becoming a life-threatening activity. To be honest, I’m not sure how we accomplished it all.
Cassie put her hand on Mike’s chest (easy enough). Jack got to touch Cassie’s pussy, which was also an easy reach. He played at her folds, lazily. Allison put her hand on my butt. Mike reached over to touch my wife’s vagina. Emily put her fingers in Mike’s mouth to suck.
Finally, I had to touch Cassie’s breast. Having my one hand in Allison’s snatch, I moved the other off her boob (and my wife’s hand), and cupped Cassie’s tit. It was a strange sensation, fondling two different women at the same time. Kind of neat. Sort of arousing. Also bizarre.
But it was all too much. We were so precariously positioned and suddenly I toppled over, breaking the chain. Everyone started laughing as we tumbled onto the ground. Piled and wrapped around each other. Like a strange, naked flesh monster.
We groaned as we lay on the floor. But I noticed, no one was arguing. Instead, we were smiling. Enjoying each other’s company again. Maybe things hadn’t gone exactly as Cassie planned. What we did wasn’t truly sexy at its core. But it helped bring us back together a bit.
“Well, that didn’t go like I thought it would,” Cassie said.
“It was a good idea,” Allison said.
“Yes, it was neat,” Emily said.
“Thank you for a lovely game, hon,” Jack said. He leaned over and gave Cassie a kiss.
“Yes, thank you,” Mike said. He also kissed Cassie.
“Well, I feel like I should thank Paul for doing a lovely job of rubbing me,” Cassie said. She sat up a bit and pressed her lips to mine.
“He did a good job on me, too,” Allison said, and kissed me as, well.
And just like that, it was on.
We were all lying on the floor naked. Tangled together in a knot. But slowly we began to reorient into a new, different shape. One both terribly familiar and amazingly new.
Cassie and Allison rested their hands on my chest and pushed me back. They took turns kissing me on the lips. Little, affectionate smacks.
Cassie let out a gasp. Allison and I looked over and saw that Mike, behind her, had dipped his finger into her pussy. His other hand was engaged in rubbing Emily’s perky breast. Meanwhile, Jack’s fingers were buried in my wife’s cunt.
I gave both girls a look. They shrugged back at me. I guess we were going for this.
Cassie, her face twisted with the pleasure of Mike’s ministrations, reached down and found my dick. I was achingly hard, of course, and she started stroking me. Allison spun around to give me access. I started to rub her pussy.
We moved hurriedly, like we were all in a desperate rush. As if, we feared, that even a pause might bring things to a halt.
“Here, you’re distracted,” Allison said. She pushed Cassie off my dick and lowered her mouth over it.
Cassie made an insulted grunt. She pulled away from Mike, putting her pussy in my face.
“If you’re not too indisposed,” Cassie said. I cackled and started licking her.
I was split between the two blondes. Allison’s mouth warm and wet on my cock. Cassie’s tangy clit on my tongue. I could barely see beyond myself, but I couldn’t help but look.
Mike had also spun around and now was licking between Emily’s legs. My wife lay back, tilted her head upside down, and swallowed Jack’s dick. The skinny brunette stretched like a pink piece of gum between the two of them.