Page 19 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

I nod slowly again. The presence of the other men was electric, and the high dose of testosterone in the air made the small kitchen feel even more cramped.

“We’ll be playing cards, Kris, but I wanted to bring you because Brock, Brick and Nestor are all members of Dads and Daughters.”

She threw them a puzzled expression over my shoulder.

“Yes, but?” she whispered. “I haven’t been initiated yet. It’s too soon.”

I took a deep breath.

“That’s the thing Kristy. I want you to be prepared for what the ceremony entails, and Brock, Brick and Nestor are going to help.”

She shot me a sharp look.

“What do you mean?” was her slow question. “How are they going to help?”

Slowly, I sat in the chair and then patted my lap for her to join.

“Sweetheart, sit here for a second. Brock, deal the cards.”

My friend reached for the deck, slowly unwrapping the plastic covering. Then, he dealt the cards, beginning a game of poker. But as I reached to pick up my hand with one hand, my other hand slipped below the table to touch Kristy where it counts. She gasped and her eyes grew wide.

“Mmmm,” was her low sigh. Obviously, the men knew she’d just been touched because white smiles flashed.

“You like that, pretty girl?” growled Brock in a low voice.

“Owen has more coming your way,” added Brick raspily.

And it only went on from there. I touched Kristy all over right there at the kitchen table with my friends watching. Soon, she was sitting in my lap with nothing but the sheerest of lingerie on, panting and writhing in my lap as the poker game continued.

But we didn’t stop there. We didn’t let our audience bother us at all. While I reached for a new card with one hand, I also pulled the silk of her panties to the side with another and slowly slipped my hard shaft into her warmth. Kristy let out a surprised little gasp, her hands gripping the edge of the table white-knuckled. Meanwhile, my friends continued to play even as they watched my huge rod edge its way deeper into her pink sweetness.

“You feel so good,” I murmured in her ear as that ten incher went all the way in. Kristy couldn’t respond. Her eyes were bugging out as she panted deeply, leaning over the table. My friends watched with avid eyes, eating it all up.

“You see,” I continued. “The club has decided on an open initiation for you, Kris. Do you know what that means?”

Her eyes fluttered closed and her only sound was a deep wheeze as I pressed even deeper. I took that as a no.

“It means, sweetheart, that we’re going to be observed during your first penetration. It’s an honor, baby girl. Some girls are taken for the first time in a private setting, but not you. I’m going to initiate you in public, and this is preparation for that. Do you like having the men’s eyes on you?”

Again, the only sound was a low moan as I pressed deeper into her. I niggled her bud a bit, and laughed harshly.

“I know you do, baby girl, given how wet you are right now. You’re going to do well during initiation. I can tell already.”

With that, I gave up any pretense of playing cards whatsoever. I put down my cards, and then placed one hand under each of Kristy’s knees lifting them high so that my friends could see everything. Then I began pummeling into her from below, savoring that juicy pinkness.

“Oh!” she cried, her head tilting back. “Oh oh oh!”

“You’re doing great,” I growled in a strained voice. “Doing really well, baby girl.”

Then, it happened. It was the heat of the other men’s eyes on us, combined with the nasty setting and unexpected exhibitionism. I grunted hard, once, and then pulsed into her. My member throbbed while emitting hot streams of fluid into Kristy’s sweet channel, and she let out a long shriek as her own body dissolved into tremors. Her folds shook with spasms, pulling my juices even deeper inside as my friends watched and stroked their own poles.

It was a night to remember, and my sweet girl passed with flying colors. That’s why I’m not worried now, as we say farewell before the ceremony.

“You’re going to do wonderful,” I say, pressing another kiss to her forehead before looking into those deep brown eyes. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She nods, although her lower lip is trembling slightly.

“You think, Owen?” she breathes.

I put my big hands on her shoulders reassuringly.

“I know so,” I say. “Now go with Amanda, and I’ll see you in a few hours, okay? It’ll be showtime soon enough, but the whole thing will be over before you realize it.”

With that, Kristy turns and heads off with an older brunette. She gracefully sways down the hall, but turns to wave one more time at me with a sweet smile on her lips.

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