“Yes,” I said. “It’s my birthday. I want to play and I’d feel wrong playing without you in there.”

Pasha sat down followed by two other men. With only two seats left, Bastian smiled at me and then took a seat. The other seat was filled by Randy, Kendall’s country boy pet, glad to join us since his owner was busy in the cave.

“Hands behind your chairs,” Vivi ordered. “No helping the ladies. You’re there as the seats and that’s all.”

So there they sat, ten handsome men, well most of them handsome, with their hands behind their backs, cocks as hard as their skin would allow. Imagine it, a circle of hard cocks standing up like candles on a birthday cake. Thinking about it gets me wet again. One of the guys who I’d never met, made his cock dance along to the music playing faintly in the background. He twitched the muscle along to the beat and everyone laughed.

“Looks like Trevor’s ready to go!” Jackie yelled from behind me.

“Now we need ten female volunteers,” Vivi said. “Our eleventh player will be the birthday girl of course.”

I’ve never seen women move so quickly. It was like the doors at Walmart opening on Black Friday. They nearly trampled each other as they raced to be a part of this game. I knew if I weren’t the birthday girl, already guaranteed a spot, I would’ve been right there with them.

When we were finally ready to begin, we had ten chairs and eleven women eager to sit on those chairs.

“I highly doubt this needs any explaining,” Vivi said followed by a giggle. “You ladies will dance around the men and when the music stops, you will sit in your chair. Take him deep. You have to be fully seated for it to count. That’s why we don’t let Marco play this game. Someone could get hurt.”

Everyone laughed. Marco raised his hands above his head, clasped together, like the victor in a gladiator match.

“If I could get some volunteers to lube up our players please,” Vivi said. “How about some of the people who didn’t get up here fast enough to play?”

Women stepped out of the crowd and shared a bottle of lube, filling their hands with the slippery substance. Each walked over to one of the men and stroked him, smearing lube all over his cock. It was obvious some were bitter about not getting to play and were using the time to show the men what they’d be missing out on, vigorously coating the cocks with their lubed up fists.

Likewise, men in the audience passed a bottle of lube around and approached the eleven of us women. The man who approached me was the good looking bald dude from the pool. He held his open hand out so I could see that it was slathered in lube.

“Do you mind?” he asked.

I didn’t mind. I was so fucking horny after all I’d witnessed and endured that night.

“Not at all,” I said. “Lube me up good.”

I winked at him and he smiled.

“Happy birthday,” he said as he slid his hand between my legs and scooped upward, sliding two of his greasy fingers into my pussy and using his thumb to smear the substance around my clit and between my lips. I sighed into his shoulder and would’ve been content to let him keep lubing me up for a while. As he pulled out his fingers he pressed his palm flat against my pussy and slid it away, drenching me in lube. I was definitely ready.

The piñata game and even fucking Bastian in the bathroom had only warmed me up for this event. I still wasn’t satisfied. I needed the night to go out with a bang. After all, I was thirty fucking years old.

The music started, Push It by Salt-N-Peppa. It was the perfect song to start the game. We moved in a circle, each woman being careful to keep a man within quick reach. Some of them took the dancing seriously. One even stopped over a man and twerked her ass, shaking it above his cock, no doubt rubbing his head with her pussy. The look on his face said he loved the attention. The music went on until right after she passed him.

The music stopped and I turned to the man on my left, straddled him, and sat on his cock without even a moment’s hesitation. It was a frantic mad dash, no time to contemplate what I was doing. I didn’t want to lose.

Everyone cheered. The man inside me rolled his hips, thrusting his cock into me deeper.

“God your pussy is tight,” said a familiar voice in my ear.

I was sitting on Emery.

“Yeah?” I asked as I rose up and shoved down hard on his cock.

To my right and on the other side of the chairs, I saw the trashy girl from the pool sitting on Bastian, and she was riding him right there in the chair.

“Mmm hmm,” she said, egging him on as she took his cock in again and again.

I did the

same to Emery who had his eyes closed, savoring it, and I knew I’d fuck him again sometime in the future. He was too tempting not to. I looked all around me and every single couple in the game was fucking.

The music turned on again and I almost yelled at the DJ to turn it off for a second. This time he played I’m Too Sexy by Right Said Fred. I reluctantly pulled off of Emery and moved again. I hadn’t noticed which girl had lost the last round. The alcohol had my head spinning and sitting on Emery’s cock had snatched away what little attention remained. Now, as I navigated the circle, I noticed the girl who’d been busy twerking had missed her chance at a chair. She now watched from the sidelines.

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