Of course!

Frankie rolled her eyes and reached into Drew's lap. She grabbed his already-hard cock and began pumping. "I'm not very good at this," she said with a laugh.

"I am," Claire moaned. "And Martin definitely is."

"Speaking of which, it's Martin's turn," Theresa said. She was still enjoying Drew's work; his slow, lazy movements matched her current mood perfectly. "Let's hope we can all do this with one hand."

"I may need both hands," Claire said sultrily. "Maybe I should use my mouth on Martin?"

Frankie burst into laughter. "You're not even doing anything!" She tossed a card over to Martin, who complained that he hadn't dealt her a new one yet.

"Oh no, I broke a rule," Frankie giggled. "How upsetting! I'm very upset because I take rules seriously!" She burst out laughing once again. Martin frowned and dealt new cards.

"Jesus, Frankie, do you wash dishes all day?" Drew asked. "Your palm is like sandpaper! You know what, you can stop."

"Told ya I'm not good at it," she said with a wink. The others passed their cards to Martin, who began to flip them over and read them.

"First we've got... orgasm whenever someone says your name? Ugh. Forget about everything outside of this room, take off all of your clothes, or tell everyone how aroused you are each round and explain why. Shit, none of those are great."

"I like the orgasm one," Claire moaned. Martin laughed.

"Of course you do, but I'm wearing my favorite pair of pants. I'll do the last one, I guess. It meshes well with my compliments- I'm really fucking horny right now because I'm fingerblasting my half-naked crush. Oh, and your pussy is amazing, Claire. It's soft and tight and wet and... well, perfect."

"Aw, thanks, buddy." Claire brushed her hair out of her red, sweaty face. "It's no fair that you get to play with mine but I don't get to play with yours. What do you say?"

"Maybe later," Martin said with a blush. He passed the deck to Theresa, who dealt out new cards with a slightly tremorous hand.

"Ooh, I've the got the perfect one for you!" Frankie exclaimed before sliding a card forward. The others followed suit and Theresa began to flip them.

"Alright, let's see... take off all of your clothes and stay naked for the rest of the game, act like a member of the opposite sex in your own body, become domineering and aggressive towards your fellow players, or... eat out Frankie? What the fuck, how is that a card? Did you make this card or something?"

"Nope!" Frankie said. "It just showed up in my hand! I- oof. I can't think about it too much or- ahh, I slid again. It's making me dizzy thinking about it! I just want you to eat me out."

Theresa shrugged. "I guess this game is a little more bespoke than we thought. We'll just-"

She was interrupted by Claire's yelp as Martin began to speed up. The group stared as Claire's panting became faster and more ragged and her eyes closed. She was clearly approaching climax.

"What are you doing?" Theresa asked Martin.

"My fingers are getting tired," he said with a shrug. "I figured if I finish her off maybe she won't be quite so horny."

"Think againnnn oh FUCK!" Theresa cried and her jaw clenched. It was strange to come in front of this many people and even stranger not to care, knowing it wasn't her fault. She bucked twice and Martin felt her moisten slightly around his finger, then relaxed back into her chair, gasping for air. Martin withdrew his fingers and stood to wash them, but she grabbed his hand before he could walk away.

"Allow... me," she said breathlessly, before shoving both of his fingers into his mouth to lick off her own juices. She moaned pornographically, eyes closed in sexual ecstasy, and Martin's boner throbbed against his pants again.

Theresa cleared her throat. "It's still my turn, remember? If you two are done with your little sideshow, I've made my choice. I'm going to act like a dude in my body." She slid the deck to Claire, then gasped as she looked down.

"Oh fuck, what the fuck, what is that?" she asked Drew. "Dude, what the fuck? I've got a pussy and you're fucking fingering me!"

Her relaxed demeanor offset the shock, but she still flushed red. "Holy shit, I'm a woman! I've got tits and a pussy and- and my voice! It's so fucking weird..."

"Does it feel good?" Claire asked, eyes alight with curiosity and arousal.

"I don't know... it's really weird. It probably doesn't help that Drew's fingering me. Hey, could you, uh, give me a little break?"

Drew frowned as he withdrew his fingers. "Well, I've got to finger somebody."

Claire volunteered immediately, so Drew moved his seat closer to her and reached into her lap. "Might as well use the pussy I'm part owner of," he said with a sigh.

Theresa sighed. "That's better. I think I need some time to get used to this body. I mean, look at these boobs! If I was still a dude they'd be all I could think about, but now that they're attached to me they just feel like a couple of sandbags weighing me down."

"Wanna show 'em to us?" Claire suggested eagerly. Theresa thought for a minute, then began fumbling with her shirt.

"Sure, why not. They're not mine, and hopefully I'll change back into a guy at some point. In the meantime, y'all can look all you want." She pulled off her shirt and reached around to try to unclasp her bra. After a few frustrating tries, she simply pulled the whole thing over her head, letting her full, round breasts bounce into view. "Good to know they're not any easier for women," she joked.

"Ok, I'm really fucking horny now," Martin said as he stared at his half-naked friend. "It's because of Theresa's incredible tits, which I've already complimented like five times. Now whose turn is it?"

"Mine!" Claire exclaimed, dealing out cards with a wicked grin.