Here I am again, I thought. Dragged to another one of my step-father’s poker games during my ride home from college, forced to sit there and watch while him and his buddies gambled away.

I needed Gary, my step-dad, to give me rides to home because the college was so far away from our house out in the country, but the boy’s ‘clubhouse’ was even further, in the opposite direction. So every Friday when he’d drive me back from school, he’d make me wait until he was done playing, and I had to wait because cabs didn’t come down here and he wouldn’t let me call for his limo, saying it costs too much and that I needed to be patient.

It used to be fun here when I was younger, because the house was full of toys to play with and then TV to watch when I was a bit older, but now it was rather dull as I wanted to spend time at home studying or making plans with friends. It especially didn’t help that every time I’d go into their smoke- filled room, all of dad’s friends would be ogling my body, staring at my tits and ass which I often didn’t keep very well covered because I loved the attention that I got from the boys at school. I dressed for the boys at college, not for these older men that were friends of my dad. I found it so inappropriate!

I couldn’t believe that my step-dad just laughed it off each time they’d make some obscene comment about my body and what they’d like to do with it. I have to admit, though, something about those rich, middle-aged men staring me down like I was some kind of sexual object turned me on a lot deep down inside. Sometimes I’d avoid being in the room because I found them rude and obnoxious, especially after they’d been drinking, but other times, I’d avoid being in the room simply because their piercing eyes staring at my young, tight body, made my pussy wet.

Today I was dressed quite provocatively (considering it was early spring), in a pair of short shorts and a tank top showing off my midriff. It was still cold outside and the house wasn’t heated properly, and I had this crappy bra made out of cheap material, so when my nipples got hard (which was most of today), you could see it through my top. That is if you were staring at my tits, which was pretty common for the past few months, and especially since I’d turned eighteen. I chose the outfit to impress this guy in my Psychology class, and it worked for the most part; he was staring me up and down and trying to talk to me during the entire class.

My mom taught me that I had to play hard to get if I wanted a real man, so I kind of brushed him off throughout class until it was over. He kept talking to me about all of his dumb sport stuff that I really couldn’t give a shit about, and I kept dropping hints that I wanted him to ask me out, but he didn’t catch any of them! I could tell he wanted to fuck me, but he was such a clueless idiot that it felt like I was talking to a kid, and it was a total turnoff.

But, since my nipples were poking out of my shirt half of the day, I couldn’t help but notice all of the older men; the teachers, the janitors, and the older students, staring at my chest too and I could see the lust in their eyes. It really started to get me horny, and that horniness had carried into the rest of the day, so I was sitting in rumpus room pushing my thighs together for short bursts of pleasure while daddy played card games upstairs. It was definitely one of those days where I was avoiding the poker room because I knew having all of those powerful, mature men ogling me would have driven me crazy and I’d just melt and probably let them do whatever they wanted to me. It was desperate, sure, but I’d been the object of sexual attention from all of these guys for so long, and been a virgin for even longer, that the urge to get fucked was starting to drive me crazy, really.

I picked up my dreaded physics book and tried to bore my pussy out of its wetness by flipping through the pages. What a terrible class! When am I ever going to need to know about physics? As I tried to process each sentence, I saw a silhouette pass beside the open door, which startled me. I noticed it was Steve, my dad’s oldest friend, and the owner of the house they all played in. It was a huge, decadent house that nobody slept in, but rather served as a symbol of Steve’s wealth and power, something to show off to his buddies in the never-ending game of oneupmanship. And it was really fucking nice. The interior was designed by a famous designer that Steve had ‘imported’ (his words) from Italy, and the walls were lined with priceless paintings, sculptures and lavish ornamentation.

“Oh, hi there Gwen,” Steve chimed.

“Hi Steve!” I responded with a special touch of eagerness in my voice that seemed to burst out of me unintentionally.

“Whatcha got there, school stuff?” He asked.

“Uh huh. Physics! So lame.” I lamented.

“Well, physics can be very important. If it weren’t for some smart guy physicist, this big house would crumble right to the ground!” Steve replied, with a laugh tagged on.

“Yeah, I guess, but I don’t know if I’m ever gonna be making any big houses like this, Uncle Steve. I don’t think it’s for me.” I called him “Uncle” Steve just because him and my step-dad were so close to one another, but they weren’t related at all. They went to college together and used each other’s connections to start big business together.

“You never know. You know — don’t tell your father this — but I knew a physicist in college, he was a funny guy. Really smart too. He said that he could use his knowledge of physics to, you know, please the girls he was with. I think he was joking, cause I don’t know a damn thing about physics and I seem to get on just fine with the ladies,” and after that comment, Steve gave a very subtle wink and glance down at my chest. It made my heart jump, because I felt very nervous at the situation I was in and the topic he had just switched to, and I found myself checking out his bulky physique that he hid underneath his well-fitted shirt and blazer. “But anyways,” he continued, “my point is that the guy was super popular with the girls at university. They were all over him. I don’t know if it was his looks, his money, or if he really did learn how to treat a girl right by using physics! He had them all under his finger. But the one thing he told me was that the girl he was going to end up marrying would have to be one that he could respect, one that was intelligent. He ended up marrying another physicist.

Anyways, the point of my story is, spending some time and some hard work learning this stuff might pay off.”

I could tell that Steve looked nervous because he had just spent the past two minutes prattling off about physics and girls, and he was waiting for some kind of affirmation from me that his story was interesting or something. To be honest, the only thing that interested me was having him undo his belt and fuck his best friend’s step-daughter on the floor of the rumpus room she used to play in. I had to save face, though, and it was getting more and more awkward by the second because Steve kept glancing down at my tits waiting for me to respond, his eyes darting all over my body.

“Yeah, Uncle Steve, I guess you’re right. It’s just sooo hard trying to fit all of this info into myself.” Once again I caught myself, after the fact, emphasizing my words in a certain way that had an accidental (or was it?) sexual connotation. Steve took a look at my lips, and then wiped his brow.

“Yeah, but you don’t want to cram on the last day!” He replied.

“But I’m so easy to cram!” I blurted out. “It’s so easy to cram, I mean! It’s!” I started to blush and looked downward at Steve’s dress shoes, and as I did, I noticed a bulge in his pants twitch ever so slightly. Steve has a hard-on for me, I thought.

“A Freudian slip, huh?” Steve responded with a newfound sense of confidence. He must have read my accidental-plead-to-get-fucked as a sign of weakness, and I could see a lustful fire in his eyes when I looked back up at him. He stared me down for a few moments, but I was way too embarrassed to say anything. “I’ve got to watch out for you, don’t I little Gwen?” He teased. I blushed again and looked back downward. “Well, the guys are probably wondering where I am. I’ve got to head back to the poker room. It was nice talking to you, Gwen. I hope to… talk again soon.” There was an ominous tone in his voice, like he knew something that I didn’t.

“Okay, Uncle Steve, it was nice talking to you” I managed to squeak out as he walked out of the room and gently closed the door behind him. God, I’d never looked at him like that before, and vice versa. I felt like I was going to explode, and as I took a few steps I felt how wet my pussy had gotten during our conversation. The way that he looked at me and talked to me had driven me crazy. It was bad enough that I came in horny, but my attempts at simmering down were an abject failure. I opened the physics book again, but it was now just a constant reminder of Steve’s story and every few words I managed to read, I would be interrupted by thinking about Steve’s friend fucking me in his dorm room, wondering how he did it and how he got so many girls to follow him around by whatever it was that he did to them.

Those thoughts turned into thoughts of Steve himself, and how if he had any idea how willing I was to let him pin me down and take my virginity right here, right now, that his belt and pants would fly off faster than I could say ‘cram’. Gosh I was still embarrassed about that, but deep down I was happy as well; my subconscious knew better than me and let him know that I was extra, extra horny and that I was practically available to get fucked whenever he wanted.

I started pacing around the room, trying to change my state of mind from desperately needing dick to anything but that. Eventually, I decided to leave the room and to go wander around the halls and check out some of the ornamentation and paintings on the walls. The house often changed what paintings and such were inside because Steve was always trying to show off something new to whoever came into his little palace. So I opened the door and headed out.

I anxiously walked down the hallway, glancing at all of the paintings and sculptures as I passed on by. I was hoping that my step-dad and his friends’ fun would be over soon so I could go home and play with myself in bed. It was then that I noticed that a lot of the paintings were actually pretty explicit; I don’t know if I was now noticing the trend because of my state of mind, or if I was just too young and naive before. There were tons of naked girls and men, nymphs and satyrs, all along. It seemed like no matter where I went, sex kept creeping into my mind!

“Gwen?” I heard a familiar voice call out down the hall.

“Yes?” I shouted in a random direction, not knowing where the voice came from.

“Can you come here for a minute?” The second call made me realize where the sound was coming from, and who was speaking. It was Gary calling from the poker room.

“Sure dad!” I replied and headed toward that old familiar room, the smell of cigar smoke intensifying as I continued on my way. The door was ajar so I pushed it open and entered. I saw my step-dad, Steve, and their two friends, Paul and Carter, all looking a little sweaty lounging around a big table covered in playing cards.

“Hi Gwen, how are you?” Gary asked with a noticeable sense of uneasiness.

“Uhh, good, what’s going on?” I asked.

“Well, you see, baby girl, I was on a bit of a losing streak here, and I didn’t have anything left to bet to earn my winnings back against the guys. So the bets started to get pretty crazy. I bet my tie, my drink, and so on.” He stared at me with different eyes, like I was an object. I could tell that him and the other guys were very drunk.

“Yeah? Why do you need to tell me that Daddy?” I asked.

“Well, I just bet you and Steve won, so, yeah, Steve won you baby.” My step-dad told me with a mix of humor and embarrassment.

“Steve won me?” I couldn’t really process what they were even talking about. I looked over at Steve and noticed that he was quite obviously rubbing his crotch in front of me. The bulge I saw before was even bigger.

“I won your virginity, Gwen,” Steve said with a big grin on his face. “What? You can’t bet my virginity!” I cried out, and just as I did, Steve got up and started to approach me. I froze in place as he got closer and closer until he finally was right next to me. He grabbed my ass from behind and squeezed it hard, causing me to cry out a short little yelp. He followed by giving it a firm smack. All the other guys were just standing there and watching, even my step-father! I was so scared and embarrassed but being touched like that made me so wet.

"No! Stop, Steve!” I replied feebly and unconvincingly as I pretended to push him off of me. He continued to grope me all over, bringing his hands up to my tits and squeezing them firmly and twirling his fingers around the nipples poking through my shirt. I couldn’t help it anymore and let out a soft moan as he touched me all over my body.

“God you’ve got a great little body Gwen,” he commented while touching every inch of me. He reached down and started to unbutton my shorts, and in just a few brief seconds, my naked shaved pussy was exposed for everyone, including Gary, to see. It had gotten so wet that you could see it glistening from a mile away. “Looks like she wants it, boys,” Steve laughed as he started to undo his belt and unbutton his pants. I couldn’t believe that this was happening, I was terrified but at the same time, this was exactly what I had been hoping for while pretending to study physics. As I looked down at my dripping cunt, there was a pair of hands that jutted out and grabbed my tits hard. I gasped and looked up only to see Paul there, groping fiercely at my body.

“You’re not gonna have this one all to yourself, buddy,” he chuckled as he reached down and yanked my tank top over my breasts, reached around behind me and undid my bra. It fell to the ground and the cold air soothed over my now almost entirely naked body. I felt so ashamed that I was about to lose my virginity to two guys at once. That is until I saw Carter’s huge erect cock flop out from his pants and knew it was going to be at least three. I was being held in place and I couldn’t see my step-dad, though. Was he going to join in and take his daughter’s virgin pussy with all of his friends as well?