Continue betting, with some new rules

You see on the TV that the players are coming back out onto the field for the second half, getting ready for the kickoff. The guys all settle into their seats, and Jess sits down on the floor between your legs.

“Ok, listen up,” you announce, “there’s going to be some changes for the second half.” Everyone looks at you, expectantly. “Same betting game, we all take turns offering bets. But this time, if you like the bet, you can get in on the action even if it’s not your turn. If you win the bet, all the people in on it have thirty seconds to come up with the command, and only those who were in on the bet can take part in whatever follows. If you lose, it’s the same rules for whoever’s turn it was. But if it wasn’t your turn and you got in on a losing bet, Jess gets to give you two commands. How’s that sound to everyone?” Everybody nods in agreement.

“Alright, my turn to bet. I bet that the receiver calls a fair catch on this kick.” You turn to Jess, who considers it for a moment, before taking the bet. You look around the room, but no one wants in on the bet. The kicker kicks the ball, but despite your best guess the kickoff is returned to the 25 yard line.

Jess bounces around gleefully, before remembering the 10 second rule. “I want you to remove all of your clothes!” she giggles. Fine, you think- not just strip to the underwear anymore. She’s turning up the stakes. Ok by you. You stand up and pull off all your clothes, pulling down your boxers slowly until your cock springs out. Jess stares at your crotch, a big smile on her face. You sit back down in the chair, your cock pointing to the ceiling.

Frank’s turn. He thinks about it for a second, before coming up with his bet. “I bet that the next pass is incomplete.” Jess quickly agrees. Joe decides that he wants in on this one too. We all turn our attention back to the TV, where the ball is about to be snapped. The quarterback takes the snap and hands off to the running back, who is tackled after a short gain. Jess squeals, “Yay!” her arms raised in the air, her tits bouncing up and down.

“Why are you cheering?” Frank asks.

“There wasn’t an incomplete pass. I win!”

“That wasn’t the bet,” Frank corrects her. “I said the next PASS would be incomplete. That wasn’t a pass- doesn’t count.” Jess looks at you, pouting, to appeal the decision.

“Sorry, Jess,” you say. “He’s right.”

She turns back to the set, moping. The next play is in fact a pass, and true to Frank’s prediction it is dropped incomplete. Frank and Joe quickly confer, whispering to each other for a few seconds. Then Frank turns back to Jess. “Jess, you will sit in between me and Joe, and stroke our cocks, both at the same time, with your hands in our underwear. You will continue that until the end of this drive.”

Jess quickly overcomes her sulking, not wanting to incur another time penalty. She plops down on the sofa in between Frank and Joe. She slides her left hand beneath the waistband of Frank’s briefs, and her right hand slips in through the fly of Joe’s boxers. Even through the material you can see the outline of Jess’s hands wrap around the two cocks, and begin sliding along their length.

Both guys lean back and relax, enjoying the handjob, hoping for a long drive. Both guys place a hand on one of Jess’s breasts, fondling her absentmindedly while they watch the game. Jess strokes them slowly at first, drawing her delicate fingers up and down their shafts. When the situation on the field becomes 3rd and short though, she leans forward, tightens her grip, and pumps quickly, her attention focused on the TV. The first down is missed by only inches, and she pulls her hands from the underwear of two very disappointed looking guys. I think if they had made the first down, Frank would certainly have cum in his underwear. Jess hops to her feet.

“My turn,” says Bob.

“Um, can it wait a minute?” asks Jess, shifting from one foot to the other, her legs pressed together. “All that beer is really going through me. I’ve got to go pee.” She turns and runs toward the door.

“Hey- wait a minute. Where do you think you’re going?” you ask her sternly. She stops in her tracks and turns back to you.

She presses her hands against her pussy, crosses her legs, and bends over slightly. “I really gotta go!” she whines.

“You’ll go when someone here decides you can go. Now get back in here- it’s Bob’s turn!” you order.

Painfully, she makes her way back into the center of the room. Bob has a big smile on his face, knowing he has her at a great advantage now. “I bet,” he starts, slowly, enjoying her agony, that the offense doesn’t score a touchdown on this play.”

Jess looks at the TV. It’s second and 10 from the offense’s own 10 yard line. “What are you, crazy?” she shoots back. “There’s no way I’m taking that bet!”

“That’s just fine,” Bob replies, smirking. “But every bet I offer is going to be like that, and if I win, I promise I’ll let you go pee.”

“You promise?” she asks. He nods his head.

“Second and 10. Same bet. What do you say, Jess?” She agrees, her hands still pressed between her legs. You, Frank and Joe quickly decide to get in on the action.

The play is run for a short gain. No touchdown, of course. Jess starts to make her way to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Bob asks her.

She looks back at him, pleading with her eyes. “You promised I could go!”

“Yes I did. But I didn’t say where. And since everyone here was in on the bet, I think everyone should be able to watch. So Jess, here’s your command. You are to go pee, with everyone watching, on the front lawn!”

You can see the panic in her eyes, quickly followed by resignation. She has to go too badly to argue or refuse. She gets to the door and looks around, making sure no one is around and no cars are coming. All the guys gather around her. Then she pushes open the screen door and sprints to the middle of the lawn, turns around to face her audience in the house, and squats down. In no time, she unleashes a torrential stream of piss on the lawn. The relief is evident on her face, and she closes her eyes to enjoy the sensation of the pressure on her bladder being relieved. The **** has her a little drunk, and you can tell that her balance is off by the way she keeps having to catch herself before she falls over. The guys are all hooting and hollering, and she opens her eyes and smiles at the crowd.

She continues her pissing for what seems like hours- after all, she did drink quite a few beers. Just as the stream is starting to subside, she is jolted back to alertness by the sound of a car engine. Jess turns her head frantically, seeing the car turn onto your street. You see her look down at her naked body, then back to the car. She closes her eyes and tenses her body, trying to squeeze out the last contents of her bladder. Then she jumps up and races for the house, the last of her piss still dripping from her wet pussy.

Jess dives into the house just as the car drives by. She pushes past the guys, who are all laughing and cheering for her, and heads straight to the bathroom. After a minute she comes out of the bathroom, having washed and dried herself off. The guys greet her with a round of applause, and she takes a bow, enjoying the attention.

You gather everyone up and return them to the couches, where the game is still on. “Alright. Joe’s turn to bet,” you say.

Joe just stares at Jess’s nude form for a moment. “Mmmm, mmm,” he says, “you sure are looking fine!” He looks over at the TV. Third down and three. “Since the last bet was so one sided, I think I’ll give you a fighting chance on this one. I’ll bet that the next play is a running play. Bob, you want in on this, just to even things out a bit?”

“Yeah, sure, why the hell not. Let’s give her a chance,” Bob relies.

“You taking the bet?” Joe asks.

“Ok,” answers Jess.

The ball is snapped, the quarterback drops back a few steps and turns to hand the ball to the halfback. At the last second he pulls the ball away, looks downfield, and launches a beautiful pass to the wide receiver for a 20 yard gain. Jess is elated. Joe doesn’t seem too upset, but Bob looks like he wishes he didn’t go in on this one.

Jess jumps to her feet, puts her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, with a stern look on her face. “I want to see some naked asses right now. Time to strip boys, down to your birthday suits!” Joe and Bob look at each other, shrugging, and then stand up. Bob is still fully dressed, so he starts pulling off his shoes and socks, while Joe just yanks his boxers right down to the floor. He turns around, sticks his ass out at her, and then turns back to face her. Meanwhile Bob has his shirt off, and starts on his pants. Joe stares at Jess, absentmindedly stroking his meat, while Bob grabs his own underwear and tugs it down to the floor. He too turns around for Jess. Both guys sit back down on the couch.

“Hey, Bob, I’m not through with you yet!” Jess taunts.

“What do you mean? I did what you said. What else do you want?” Bob asks.

“Don’t forget that this wasn’t your turn. You got in on it, and you lost. That means I get 2 commands!” she reminds him, gleefully.

Bob looks crestfallen. If he had remembered that, he probably wouldn’t have gone in on such a fair bet.

“Stand up and walk around to the back of the couch,” Jess orders. Bob does as he is told, not wanting to incur another loss for delaying. “Now put your hands on the back of the couch, and bend over. Bend over more. All the way over the couch- it’s time for your spanking!” Bob looks around the room, hoping for someone to step in and help him. All he gets in return are amused smiles. Finally, resigned to his fate, he drops his head and lowers his body all the way over the back of the couch, with his ass in the air.

Jess places both of her hands on his ass cheeks, caressing them, rubbing up and down and in circles. Then she lifts one hand, rears back, and brings her hand crashing down on his ass. Bob lets out a shout, more from shock than pain. Jess can’t do too much damage with her tiny hands, but Bob is beet red from embarrassment. She spanks him again. Then a few more times. Then she rubs his ass again, caressing away the redness. One hand drops between his legs, fondling his balls. Then she spanks him again. Finally, after 20 or so spanks she lets him up. He returns to his seat, sitting down gingerly.

The betting is back to you. Time to turn up the heat, you think.