Jack wins and Halle is the prize.

You stop at the top of the steps for a second, close your eyes, and take a deep breath. You can hear the guys downstairs laughing and consider making a break for the door. Then thoughts of the police pop into your head and you imagine sitting in a jail cell with a bunch of drunk bikers waiting for a friend to bail you out. That is enough motivation to swallow your pride and walk down the steps. You stop at the bottom a moment longer, then step inside balancing the tray with drinks carefully. No need to have them mad at losing their booze too.

"Ok, guys. The **** is here!"

All three of the men look over from the pool table. Both Jack and Trevor have huge smiles on their faces but Junior is unreadable as he walks over. He takes the tray from you, puts it on the coffee table, and leads you back up the stairs.

"Ok Halle, Jack won this one. I should know better than to bet against Rodgers. McVay isn't Gandalf of the NFL this year. Too bad Donald was playing injured but nothing to be done about that."

"Yeah, this is going to be fun," you reply with a sour look on your face.

"I don't know what he has planned but I guess we'll see. They'll follow the rules, I can promise that much."

"Let's just get this over with. What do you mean by they?"

"I plan to let those two have their fun, I'm in no hurry here."

"Don't you dare tell me you are leaving!"

He laughs, "I didn't plan on it. I mean we have another bet running on game two right now but I can if you like."

"Good. Because my deal is with you, not them."

"Your deal was to do whatever I said between noon and 6 am. I don't need to be anywhere. The way I see it, I could just tie you to the back porch and tell you to stay all night. Since I'm nice, we'll keep it inside though. I can't control cell video outside."

"Bastard."

"Guilty," he smiles. "Now I can give you one more choice though. I can make them move it to the other guestroom upstairs if you like. It might be a bit more comfortable there."

"Where are you going to be?"

"Down there watching the second game of course. Since I'm not participating, it'll be believable if I make them move it."

"Why aren't you participating?"

"Because there'll be time enough later. I'd prefer to let them get the crazy out of their systems first."

You shake your head hardly believing this conversation is happening.

"Then we'll stay right down there. This was your demand, you're going to be there in case stuff goes off the rails," you growl at him.

He raises his hands, "Peace Halle, like I said, your choice. Now you wait right here a minute while I chat with our raging bags of testosterone for a moment. I'll yell up the stairs when we are ready."

He turns and walks downstairs. You hear the low sounds of people talking and an occasional bang before you are called for a few minutes later. You step out of the stairwell and into the room. Immediately you notice the couch has been moved to the center of the room and the recliner is directly in front of the TV. Junior looks over at you from beside the recliner, the two other guys are standing by the pool table.

"Ok Jack. You won this bet. Halle is all yours. If you need help, I'm sure Trevor would be glad to lend a hand. I'll be over here watching the game. Remember everything stops if she says so, no video and nothing painful or abusive. Break these rules and I'll kill both of you," Junior's face breaks into a big smirk as he looks at the three of you. He turns and sits down in the recliner, getting comfortable for the game. It's obvious he's butting out of this for the moment at least. You are still trying to decide which of them you hate the most when Jack speaks up.

"Don't worry man. Nothing's gonna happen that this slut isn't born for anyway," he gives you a wicked leer as he crosses the room towards you. You shake your head.

"Ummm so do I get undressed or what now?"

Jack stops right in front of you.

"First raise your hands over your head."

Expecting him to pull your top off, you raise your arms. Jack reaches toward your chest and grabs both sides of your plunging neckline. Then he pulls the fabric apart, ripping the tight blouse down to your tummy leaving the last couple inches intact. You scream at his sudden movement, causing Junior to turn his head for a second. Then he laughs and turns back, ignoring the bunch of you for now. Your tear-shaped milky white breasts spill out of the remains of the shirt eliciting a whistle from Trevor.

"No need to take anything off, girl. I think this suits you well," he laughs as you stare daggers at him. That does it, you decide you hate Jack the most. . . not that he'd give a damn at this point. Then Jack grabs your hand and leads you to the pool table.

"Bend over. It's time to get you ready," he says as he grabs your shoulders and pushes you down on the playing surface. Wasting no time, he pulls your skirt up onto your back and slides two fingers across your dry vagina.

"She isn't quite ready to play yet, Trevor!"

You feel a hand slip between your legs and a pair of fingers begin to rub your sensitive bud. Your face begins to turn red as he deftly manipulates your clit, it takes only a few minutes before your traitorous pussy lubes up. You begin to quietly mewl as his middle and index fingers slip inside you.

"Halle is easy to get excited, Trevor." He keeps a palm between your shoulders and uses his knees to nudge your legs open more. "I bet her cunt could hug cocks all night. If she wasn't our cum sponge, I'd call this shit wife material! Still, she's bent over a pool table so maybe wife is the wrong word," they both laugh as you struggle to keep from moaning. Damn! Jack is an asshole but god he knows what he's doing back there, you think. You feel his fingers retreat from your hungry hole as he grabs your shoulders and stands you up. You lose your balance and slip backwards into his chest. Then Jack wraps his arms around your waist, leans in, and whispers into your ear.

"Damn. You need this don't you, slut?"

You bite your lower lip as the heat between your legs starts to cool a bit. Still, you don't trust yourself to say a word. You carefully shake your head no.

"Fine. We'll do it your way," he growls as he grabs your shoulders and pushes you to your knees. You look up and see Jack gesture toward Trevor and the younger man steps in front of you.

"Every time we do these things, it begins with the party slut sucking Trevor off. His girlfriend hates blowjobs so we help the guy out. Why don't you work your magic and show him why he needs a new woman, Halle?"

You shrug and grab the top of his pants. First, you unbutton and unzip his jeans, then you pull them along with his boxers to the floor. For such a skinny guy, his thick, 6-inch cock surprises you a bit as it pops out half hard in front of your face. Trevor is far from the first guy you want to be with tonight but you always enjoy giving blowjobs. It's the one time during sex you are 100% in control. If it's going to happen, you'll deal with this starting it off.

You lean in, kiss the tip and then lightly grip the top of his shaft as you lick down the underside to his hairy balls. You carefully cup and then gently massage his sack with your left hand as you slowly kiss your way back up to the top. He stares down at you and you kiss the head one last time, tasting his salty precum before taking the top third of his cock into your mouth slowly as you release his balls. Trevor begins to groan as you feel his member fill your mouth. You can hear Jack in the distance somewhere as you concentrate on getting Trevor off. The sooner his dick is empty, the sooner this part is over you figure.

"Look at her, man. Damn it's like she's addicted to cock!"

You have no idea what Jack's doing because all you can see at the moment is Trevor's dick, pubes, and his shirt. He rests his hands on the top of your head, running his fingers back and forth through your hair. You continue to slowly bob up and down his shaft letting it a bit deeper into your throat with each downward motion, feeling it expand to fill you. As you pull up, you rub your tongue along the underside of his shaft, and going down you use it as a slide, guiding his rod deep inside you. You continue to bob up and down him, a trail of your saliva coating his hard pole. Several long minutes pass by the time you have worked him 3/4ths the way into your throat. You can hear your partner groaning loudly and Jack is trying to urge him on.

"Don't let that slut control you man," Jack demands. "Grab her head and pound that bitch. Fill her up!"

"Shut up," Trevor moans. "She's fine."

His rigid cock is fully hard now, you can feel every inch of it in your throat as you bottom out, your nose touching the material of his shirt. You pause for a moment feeling his body stiffen as his balls rest on your chin. The scent of him is filling your nose almost overpowering your senses. Then you slide back up so you can breathe through your nose again.

You glance up at him for a second, run the tip of your tongue around the groove between the head of his cock and the shaft. You feel him stiffen more and you judge the time right. You can hear Jack screaming something as your lips glide back down his shaft. When his taut balls hit your chin again, you try to cough. This causes your throat to spasm a bit and that is all he needs. His palms slide behind your head and mash you into him as firmly as he can as his weapon explodes firing ropes of jizz down towards your stomach. He holds you there for another moment or two and then let's go, staggering backward. Jack grabs you under the arms from behind, stopping you from falling forward. You take a moment to catch your breath. You wipe your mouth on the remains of your shirt mopping up the drool and then look up at him.

"Well, that was kinda fun. Are you next asshole?" you smirk, rather proud of yourself.