Poker with the Teachers

I don't know how I get myself into these situations.

As a new teacher, I expected that I'd get the shitty jobs around the school. One of those shitty jobs turned out to be chaperoning a herd of seniors on the school's weekend ski trip. There were four teachers in all trying to keep 45 kids in line. Well, I guess they weren't exactly kids - most of them were 18, which is the legal drinking age here in Alberta. So, much of what we were doing was trying to keep the drinking down to a minimum on this trip, trying to keep the kids from getting falling-down drunk and abusive on the bus, and in general not having any fun ourselves.

There was only one male teacher out of the four, and Derek wasn't much help to us. He was a notorious drunk himself. So, it pretty much fell to Trudy Richards, Denise Boychuk, and me to keep all those kids from getting alcohol poisoning or some other stupid shit like that.

I could see why Trudy and Denise were selected to go on this trip. They were after all PhysEd instructors, as was Derek. So why was I, a math teacher, stuck with chaperoning a bunch of kids over the weekend? I guess it is because I had the least seniority of all the teachers in the school. Everyone else managed to weasel his or her way out of it, and I'm the low spot on the totem pole so here I am.

Now don't get me wrong, I love kids and I love teaching them. However, riding herd on them during a weekend isn't my idea of fun.

The trip into the mountains was fairly uneventful. The roads were good, and the kids managed to keep a lid on themselves. The skiing that first day was pretty good too - nobody got seriously injured, the weather was nice, and the snow was deep and powdery. I suppose if I wasn't so busy watching over the kids I would have actually had fun myself, maybe cut loose and picked up a guy or two in the chalet.

Our group had a dozen rooms at the hotel, each with several kids. Trudy and Denise and I had a room together, Derek stayed in a room with a few unlucky senior boys, and the rest of the kids bunked together in groups of four or five.

Part of our job on this trip was to do a room check each night, to make sure that everyone was accounted for and that the kids weren't trashing the rooms. As I said before, Derek was a drunk, and he had passed out in his room fairly early, leaving the other three teachers to do the room checks. We went as a group from room to room; making sure everyone was in the rooms in which they were supposed to be. At 11:30 we were at the last room, and I was glad that this night was almost over - the long bus ride and the day of skiing had taken a toll on me, and I was tired and irritable.

"OK guys, room check," said Trudy as she opened the door. Inside the room were the last of our charges, four of the senior boys. Since all of them were 18, it was no surprise that they were drinking. Danny Bruce had brought a 40-pounder of rye, and they were sitting around on one of the beds drinking rye and coke and playing cards.

"C'mon in ladies," Frank Parsons said with a wink, "there's plenty of room, and we'll gladly take your money." I had always liked Frank. He was six feet tall, had smouldering dark eyes, and was one of the better students in my math class.

"Do you have any idea how much they pay teachers nowadays, Frank?" laughed Denise. "I'll pass, thanks." She turned as if to leave.

"Oh, come on, Mrs. Boychuk. You aren't afraid of getting beaten by a bunch of kids, are you?" John Talbot smirked. "It isn't like we're playing for thousands of dollars." I thought to myself that John probably could afford to play for thousands - the blonde kid with the nerdy glasses was the son of a rich doctor.

Trudy turned to Denise and I and whispered, "You know, this might actually be fun. Why not? I don't mind taking their money." Her eyes twinkled. Trudy was a beautiful redhead, five foot two and maybe 105 pounds soaking wet. Even though she was in her early 30s, I knew that she still turned a lot of heads among the high school boys; I had seen the way they watched her walking down the halls in school.

"Are you nuts?" I whispered back, "I barely have enough to pay the rent from month to month, never mind wasting it playing poker."

Denise got a thoughtful look on her face. "These kids are already half in the bag. Maybe we should play, just to teach them a lesson about gambling." The lithe blonde continued "... and about gambling while drunk." She had an evil grin on her face. "An object lesson in what not to do, if you will."

"I think this is a bad idea," I said, "and perhaps we should just go back to our room."

"You're no fun," said Denise, sticking her tongue out at me. "Besides, it looks like these guys will be awake for a while and part of our job, as chaperones, is to make sure that they get settled for the night."

Steve Jameson piped up, "So are you ladies gonna stand there and argue all night, or are you going to get in on the game?" The stocky, dark-haired wrestler was shuffling the cards. "Should I deal four hands, or seven?"

"All right, fine," I said, "We'll play a couple of hands - and then it's lights out and you guys get some sleep. We have a long day of skiing tomorrow."

Denise sat down between Frank and Danny. "So what game are you boys playing here, anyhow?" Trudy sat down between Danny and John at the foot of the bed, and I sat between John and Steve.

"The game is five card draw," said Steve as he started dealing, "ante is two bucks." We all chipped in our two bucks, and the cards were dealt. I had a pair of fours, ace, jack, and a six. Not bad, but not great.

The betting started with Frank, who bet a buck. Denise raised it to five, and John eventually raised it to ten. I checked, and both Steve and Frank folded. Denise, Danny, and Trudy all checked. Denise took two cards, Danny one, Trudy two, John didn't take any, and I threw away the jack and six. I picked up another ace and a ten. "Two pair," I thought, "this should be fairly easy money." I was a little wary of John, though, as he had a bit of a smirk on his face.

"Five bucks" said Denise. Danny checked, as did Trudy. "Make it ten," said John. I squinted at him. There was already 90 dollars in the pot, 12 of it mine. I thought for a minute.

"The bet is ten to you, Miss Crane," said Steve, obviously impatient that I was taking so long.

"Fine," I said, "ten it is. Check." I threw in my ten dollars.

"Check," said Denise, throwing in another five, "I'm going to enjoy taking all of your cash tonight, boys."

"Raise you another five", said Danny, throwing in ten bucks. All eyes were on Trudy, who was nervously biting her lip. "What a terrible poker face," I thought.

"Mrs. Richards? Are you in or out?" asked John. He was still smirking.

"Nah. Too rich for my blood", said the gym teacher. "I fold."

"Ok" said John, tossing in five bucks, "and I raise ten," he grinned, throwing another ten on the pot, then looking at me.

I stared at him, hard. "I think you're bluffing," I said. "Call." I put fifteen dollars on the growing pile. His face dropped a little, but the smirk came back a half second later. "Aha!" I thought, "Gotcha, you were bluffing after all."

"Call," said Denise, tossing in fifteen dollars, "I've gotta see how this hand plays out."

"Call," said Danny, quietly, pulling a ten out of his wallet. "What ya got, John?"

"Pair of queens, ace kicker" showed John.

I grinned. "Two pair, aces and fours".

"Crap," said Denise, tossing her cards face down. "That beats the hell outa me."

"Three sixes", said Danny, with a huge smile under the beginnings of a moustache. "Thanks very much, I'm up over 130 bucks."

"And I'm down 37," I thought. Damn.

Frank scooped up the cards. "You ladies want a chance to win that money back, I assume...?"

"You're darn right I do," I said, "Deal!" Nobody moved as Frank shuffled and dealt the cards. We all wanted our money back, and Danny probably wanted more.

"Ante up, two bucks," said Frank. Everyone chipped in their two bucks.

I got dealt three queens, a four and a two. "All right," I thought, "time to win back some of that cash."

Denise opened with five dollars. Danny, Trudy, and John each checked the bet. "I'll see your five and raise five," I said, putting in my ten dollars while hoping my face didn't show how good my hand was.

Steve looked at me for a few seconds, and then threw in his ten without a word. Frank said "I'm in," and put in his ten.

Denise looked at her cards, nodded, and put five into the pot. "Check." Danny spent a long time looking at his cards until the guys started to razz him. "Alright, dammit, I fold," he said, laying his cards down. Trudy and John each put in five more.

Denise threw away two cards, Trudy one, John two, I threw away the four and the two, Steve chucked two cards, and Frank held all his. I picked up a pair of fives - full house! This could be a really good hand, I thought. "Five" said Denise, putting in her money.

"And five more," grinned Trudy. John scowled and folded.

There was no way I was going to let this pot get away on me. "And another five," I said, putting fifteen in.

Steve hesitated, then pulled twenty bucks out of his wallet. "You guys are really cutting into my drinking money", he deadpanned, putting it in, "but I'll raise another five".

"Check," said Frank, putting twenty in himself. "The bet is fifteen to you, Mrs. Boychuk." Denise crinkled her nose and thought for a second. Then she put in fifteen dollars and said, "Call."

Trudy was studying her cards, and it looked like she was doing math in her head. "I call too," she said in her singsong voice, "and I better win this, or I'm going to have no fun at all for the rest of the weekend."

"I'll see your bet," I said, putting in my five bucks, "and I'll raise it another ten." I thought for sure that a full house would win the pot, and I wasn't averse to raising the stakes a bit.

Steve paused for a bit longer this time around, studying my face. "OK," he said, pulling another ten out of his wallet. "Call."

Frank was looking uncomfortable, but he put in his ten. Denise looked like a statue; I couldn't read her pretty face at all. She pulled out another ten bucks and put it on the growing pile in the center of the bed.

Trudy looked worried. Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead. "Dammit you guys!" she finally said, pulling ten bucks out of her pocket, "Call."

"Whatcha got, Miss Crane?" Steve asked me. I lay down my full house triumphantly, and Trudy groaned. Steve threw his cards down with a curse, and Denise looked decidedly unhappy. Frank, however, just lay down his cards face up and grinned at me. My mouth dropped open as I saw the six, seven, eight, nine, and ten of hearts.

"Dammit!" said Denise, clearly pissed off, "I'm down eighty bucks!"

"Thank you very much ladies," said Frank, scooping up the pot with a huge smile. I was down to my last fifteen dollars, and I'm sure that Trudy and Denise were in pretty much the same boat - teachers don't make a whole lot of money. All three of us needed to win that money back.

Denise sort of growled as she shuffled the cards. "Ante up!" she barked, and we all put in our two dollars. I got dealt a crappy hand, four clubs to the queen and a ten of diamonds to muck up the hand.

"One dollar," said Danny. I think he was taking pity on us.

"I'll see your one, and raise you another four," said Trudy, putting in her five bucks.

"Sounds good to me," said John, putting in his five. I bit my lip, looking at my cards and willing them to be a better hand. What the hell, I thought; there was a one in six chance that I'd pull another club. "OK," I said, putting in my five bucks "five it is." Steve, Frank, and Denise all put in five, and Danny put in four more. This was the first hand that someone didn't fold immediately, so for sure the pot was going to be pretty good.

Danny took two cards, Trudy kept all of hers, John took two, I ditched the ten of diamonds, Steve took two cards, Frank took one, and Denise surprisingly took three cards. I was saying a little prayer when I pulled up my card. I guess I must be living right, because I pulled up the seven of clubs: a flush!

"Five bucks," said Danny, putting his cash on the small pile.

Trudy looked upset. "Ah, look, guys, I'm out of cash. Anyone want to give me a loan?" John and Steve laughed. "Looks like you're out, Mrs. Richards, but thanks for playing!" smirked Steve.

"Now hang on a second guys," said Frank, "This game is getting fun, and there's no reason we should stop. Tell you what, Mrs. Richards," he said, grinning at Trudy, "I'll give you fifty bucks so you can keep playing... on one condition." He pulled a bottle of Cuervo Gold out from where he had it hidden under the double bed. "I'll give you fifty bucks on the condition that you drink five shots of this."

Trudy was perturbed. I knew she wasn't much of a drinker; she had gotten a little crazy at the staff Christmas party on only a couple of drinks, and her husband Dave had taken her home kind of early. She hesitated, clearly trying to think of a way out of this.

"Come on Mrs. Richards, it won't kill you. And besides, it isn't fair that all of us guys are drinking and you ladies are sober," needled John.

"Hang on a second. Mrs. Boychuk, Miss Crane, can I talk to you two for a moment?" Trudy said, looking at us in turn. We all got up from the bed and huddled.

"I really want to win my money back," Trudy was almost whimpering, "but I don't want to lose my job over a few bucks. Can I trust you two to keep quiet about this?"

Denise and I looked at each other. "I won't say anything," I said, "and in fact I might be in the same boat as you in a minute. Denise?"

"Well, as long as we're all here things won't get too crazy," she said with more confidence than I felt, "but yeah, I can keep quiet about it if you two do. There's no reason for anyone else to know that we had a few drinks with our students. None of them are minors."

With that settled, we headed back to our places on the bed. "OK," said Trudy, "I'll do it, five shots of tequila for fifty bucks. But this had better not get out of this room, or I'll have your hides, all of you!" She glared at the four students.

Frank smiled and produced a shot glass. "Don't worry, Mrs. Richards, your secret's safe with us, right guys?" The other three nodded their assent.

He poured the tequila into the shot glass and handed it to her. "What, you mean right now this instant?" she said. Frank nodded, "I'm afraid so, that's the only way this will be fair."

"Fine, let's get this over with." Trudy took the shot glass from him and downed the tequila in one fast gulp, making a face as it burned down her throat. She held the shot glass out to him, and he refilled it. Trudy looked at it, and then pounded it back. Her eyes started to tear. She held the glass out again, and Frank refilled it once again.

Her third shot caused her whole body to shudder, which made her perky tits jiggle. The boys were all staring at her as she raised the glass to her lips a fourth time. She took a couple of deep breaths and then tipped her head back. I could see the sweat beading on her forehead again, and she looked like she was only barely holding it all down.

She put out her hand, motioning Frank to hold on, and waited for a few seconds. Finally she seemed to get her nerve back and held out the shot glass in a hand that was none too steady. He poured the fifth shot. Trudy visibly psyched herself up, and then drained the fifth shot of tequila.

"OK, Frank, how about that fiffy buksh?" She slurred. That alcohol must have hit her little body pretty hard, I thought. Frank handed her ten fives, and she immediately put one into the pot.

"See your five, raise another five," said John. He looked at me. I was down to my last eight bucks, and I couldn't make the bet. "Uh, guys? Anyone want to loan me some cash?" I looked around the room, hopefully.

"Sure," said Danny, "No problem. But, you have to do the same deal as Mrs. Richards, five shots for fifty bucks."

I hate tequila. Can't stand the stuff, but I had a good hand and I wasn't about to give up all my spending money. Besides, I outweighed Trudy by about twenty pounds, so I figured that I could do it if she could. "OK," I said, "fine, I'll do it. But, same deal as with Mrs. Richards. This doesn't leave this room. I don't want to have to deal with rumours about me drinking with students."

The four boys all affirmed their consent to the arrangement. Frank poured the first shot and handed it to me. It felt like my throat was burning. I gamely held out the shot glass and he poured again and again. Two, three, four, the shots went down. I started to quiver a little, and wished that I had eaten something more substantial than a salad for supper. Frank poured again, and I drank the last shot. I had put away my fair share of bottles in college, but I hadn't drank a lot since then, and the tequila was hitting me pretty quickly. I wasn't as drunk as Trudy, but I was sure feeling no pain. Danny gave me fifty bucks and I put ten into the pot. "Check".

"Not with this hand", said Steve as he folded. Frank put in his ten without comment. Denise put in her ten and looked to her left. "The bet is five more to you, Danny."

Danny studied his cards for a minute, and then pulled out a ten dollar bill. "I'll raise five more," he said quietly, looking at Trudy. She was having some trouble concentrating.

"How much is it now?" she said, having lost track of the bets. John piped up, "Ten to you", and she put in her ten dollars. John and I each threw five dollars on the pot.

Frank was absently gnawing on his left thumbnail. "Yo, pay attention!" Steve said, punching Frank's shoulder, "five bucks to stay in." Frank blushed a little and then put in his five dollars. It took me a second to realize why he was blushing; he had been staring at Trudy's tits.

Now it was Denise's turn. She needed five bucks to stay in, and she was out of money. "Guys, I'm tapped out. How about someone make me the same deal as with Mrs. Richards and Miss Crane?" She looked around the group.

"Sure", drawled John, "I'll cover that, fifty bucks for five shots." Frank started pouring more tequila. I could see Trudy kind of wavering back and forth as she sat waiting for Denise to drink her shots. I have to give Denise credit; she drained those shots one after the other as if they were water. Even though she was the thinnest, she was the biggest of the three of us, her 135 pounds stretched out over a five foot ten inch frame. "OK John, where's my fifty bucks?" She didn't slur her words at all, but I could see that the tequila had in fact affected her, as her eyes were starting to get a bit glassy. John pulled out a roll of bills from his pocket and handed her four tens and a five. "Don't spend it all in one place, now," he joked, winking at her.

"There" she said, triumphantly, putting ten dollars down, "I'll see the five and raise another five".

Danny nearly choked on his rum and coke, but he put in five dollars right away. "Check."

Trudy was definitely having trouble concentrating. "Mrs. Richards?" whispered John, leaning over to her ear, "the bet is five to you".

"Hmm? Oh! Okay." Trudy put in her five dollars and went back to staring at her cards, shuffling them around in her hand. John put in his five and called.

I had a really good feeling about this hand, and that hundred and fifty bucks in the pot was sure tempting. I just called though - no sense in getting greedy. For some reason, that struck me as funny, and I started giggling.

Frank just smiled as he put in his five bucks and called. "OK, Mrs. Boychuk, you raised last... whaddya got?" Denise lay down a king-high straight. Danny just muttered and threw his cards face down. Trudy put down her three jacks, looking morose.


John was beaming as he put down his cards: six, six, eight, eight, six. I lay down my flush, and Frank tossed his cards face down. I grinned and went to take the pot, when John put his hand over mine. "Miss Crane, my full house beats your flush." I blinked and looked at his cards again. Damn, he did have a full house. John scooped up the pot as Danny started gathered the cards.

"Well, you ladies are looking pretty tired. Shall we call it a night?" Danny said, as he shuffled.

Trudy was really drunk, but that woke her right up. "Like hell!" she said, "I'm going to win thish money of mine back!" She folded her arms across her chest, looking indignant. I don't think she realized that she was pushing her tits up with her forearms, but none of the guys acted like they noticed.

"Alrighty," chuckled Danny, "Ante up, two bucks." He dealt the cards out. I had been dealt two pairs, jacks and sevens. Finally, I thought, some luck coming my way. Betting went around the table, John folding and all the rest of us in - it amounted to twenty bucks each by the time the betting was done. We each discarded one or two, and then started betting again.

I looked at my cards: jack, jack, eight, seven, two. I blinked and looked at them again. Dammit! I had thrown away one of my sevens instead of the two! "I must be really drunk", I thought, and started giggling again. How could I have been so stupid?

"Miss Crane?" I looked up. John was speaking to me, sipping his rye and coke, "the bet is ten dollars to you..."

I looked back at my cards. Dammit, there was no way I could bluff my way through this one. I folded.

Steve was looking uncomfortable. "Guys," he said, "I'm about out of cash..."

"There is no way I'm going to pay you to drink tequila," laughed Frank.

"Yeah, I know. Besides, if I was to do five shots of tequila right now I'd pass out. Tell you what, Frank. You were saying earlier how much you liked this shirt. It cost me ninety bucks, how about we say it is worth 50?"

Frank reluctantly agreed. "OK, Steve, I'll give you fifty bucks for the shirt. Hand it over." Frank gave Steve a wad of bills. Steve pulled off his shirt, revealing a heavily muscled hairless chest and rock-hard abs. I know that I was staring; when I pulled my eyes away from him and glanced at the other two teachers, I saw they were looking at the handsome young man with hungry eyes, too.

"I'll see the ten and raise ten more", Steve said as he put twenty into the pot. Frank followed, putting twenty more in.

"What's the bet now?" asked Denise, counting her money.

"Twenty to you, Mrs. Boychuk," Steve said helpfully.

"I've only got eighteen left," Denise pouted. Then a thought seemed to strike her. "How about I do another five shots...?"

"No way," John was firm. "You'll pass out... and then you wouldn't win your money back, would you?"

"Okayyy..." Denise looked at her cards, shuffling them around. "Dammit you guys... ok, how about it, who would give me fifty bucks for this sweater?" she asked, looking around at the guys.

In about a millisecond, Frank, Danny, and John each held out fifty bucks. I'm sure Steve would have done the same if he had the cash. "Oh my," she said, "are you all so eager to see a little skin from an old lady?" She batted her eyes at them.

"Oh hell yeah, and you're not old Mrs. Boychuk, you're beautiful!" Danny blurted out, and then immediately started blushing when he realized what he had said.

Now it was Denise's turn to blush. "Alright, Danny, you've got a deal." She stood up, and started lifting the hem of the tight-fitting sweater. I'm sure none of the boys breathed; it was so quiet in the room that you could've heard a mouse fart. There wasn't a word of protest from either Trudy or myself either; all three of us teachers were pretty much drunk.

She kept lifting her shirt, higher and higher, exposing her six-pack abs. Damn, I thought, she really does keep herself in good shape for a woman in her late thirties. The shirt kept going up, revealing a lacy powder blue bra. She finally got the sweater up over her head, tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes, and then slowly let it fall from her hands into Danny's lap as she sat back down. Her nipples were clearly visible through the lacy bra, and hard as rocks. We all just sat there in silence, looking at her. She was looking at Steve's pecs, absently stroking her fingers up and down her chest.

"It's your bet, Mrs. Boychuk," said John, breaking the spell we were under. "Oh yeah," she said, putting her twenty bucks in the pot, followed by Danny.

"I've only got three dollars left," groaned Trudy. "What can I get for my shirt?"

"Well," smirked Frank, "both Steve and Mrs. Boychuk had to take off some pretty nice shirts for their fifty bucks, but you're only wearing a T-shirt. How about your T-shirt and your jeans for fifty?"

Trudy thought about it for a second, then said, "OK, but by God, if word of this ever gets out, I'll string you all up by the nuts."

She stood up and took a few steps away from the bed. Then she turned around and looked at all of us. There was fire in her eyes, the look of a caged beast about to be set free. Trudy started to sway her hips, dancing to a tune in her head. Back and forth she swayed, grabbing the bottom of her black T-shirt and slowly pulling it up, teasing us. When it got halfway up, she turned around and started shaking her firm butt at us, all the while pulling the shirt higher and higher. She took it off, then turned around and started swinging it around her head, her eyes wild as she tossed it at Frank.

"For such a tiny woman, she sure has big tits," I thought, as her 34Cs came into view, encased in a sheer black bra. I could tell that her nipples were pink - they were plainly visible through the material and very hard. There was a scattering of freckles across her chest, which was starting to become flushed. It was easy to see that she was turned on. Truth be told, so was I; I could feel my pussy getting moist watching this teacher stripping for these boys, turning all of us on with her sexy dance.

She unbuttoned her jeans and turned around again. Then she started slowly working them over her still-swaying hips, inching them down. She bent at the waist as the jeans dropped down her legs, giving us a great view of her tight ass and her black thong. Then she stepped out of the jeans, picked them up, and sauntered over to Frank, depositing them on the bed beside him. "Okay Frank, where's my fifty bucks?" she purred. It was hard to say who had been turned on more by her display, Trudy herself or the four students. Each of the boys was squirming around, trying to hide hard-ons that were all too obvious to anyone who was looking - and Denise, Trudy and I were all definitely looking.

Frank handed her fifty dollars, his mouth hanging open. Trudy's excitement was plainly visible: her thong showed a distinct wet spot on the front even though it was black.

She went back to the foot of the bed and sat down, and put her ten dollars into the pot. John called, and they all lay their cards down. This time, it was Steve's hand that won the pot.

"I'll buy that shirt back now, Frank," he said.

"Sure," replied Frank, "It'll cost you sixty bucks."

"You asshole, you only paid me fifty for it."

"Interest charges my friend, interest charges."

"Fine, here." Steve handed Frank the sixty dollars. "Jerk."

"You're welcome," Frank laughed as he handed back the shirt, "anything for a friend." He grinned.

We all got a good laugh out of the exchange. Instead of putting the shirt back on though, Steve just tossed it behind him on a chair. Trudy gathered the cards and shuffled, then dealt them out. We all put in our two dollar antes, and the betting went around the bed again. It wasn't long before my sixteen dollars had run out. "Guys? I can't make that bet, but I want to keep playing and have a chance to make my money back..."

"No problem," grinned Steve, "You're dressed about the same as Mrs. Richards was, so same deal for you: the T-shirt and jeans for fifty bucks." I could feel my excitement building, looking around at the hungry faces of the boys - even Denise and Trudy looked like they were excited at the idea of seeing my body.

I smiled and got up. I could feel myself tingling. The tequila had worked its way through my body, and I was feeling pretty drunk. I was also feeling very sexy, seeing these young men looking at me with anticipation. I felt my hands moving up and down over my breasts, down my abdomen, between my legs, and around to my ass. As I started undressing in front of these young men, I felt a charge going through my body, from my pussy to my nipples and back. I felt electric, watching them as I slid my jeans off my hips and down my legs.

I made eye contact with Steve and licked my lips as I pulled my T-shirt up my body, slowly, slowly, slowly. The guys were all leaning forward as I pulled the shirt up above my breasts, then over my head. Finally I was standing there in front of the six of them, clad only in a bra, panties and socks. I swayed my hips as I walked the short distance to Steve and gave him my clothes. He fumbled around a bit then handed me my fifty dollars, and I sat back down and kept playing.

It was only around 1am. We had been in this room with the four guys for an hour and a half, and all three of us teachers were out of money and half naked. The game kept going on, and each of us gals won a hand. However, it always seemed like whenever we won, the pot wasn't very large, and we didn't have enough money to buy our clothes back, much less make inroads on the money we had lost.

The guys seemed to alternate winning, too. They also were buying clothes from each other - one guy would have a run of bad luck, and he'd sell a shirt or his pants to another guy. When a guy won, he'd just buy his clothing back, and then chuck it behind him. Denise ran out of money again, and lost her pants to John. By one thirty, all seven of us were sitting around on the bed in our underwear.

I was sipping on my drink and looking at my cards. I looked at the other two women, who were also sipping rye and cokes, like me. I don't remember when I had acquired the drink, but it seemed like a natural thing to do, so I nursed it along. The seven of us were all getting pretty darn ripped, and fairly horny.

Steve ran out of money again. "Guys? I'm out of cash, and all I have left on is this underwear..."

John laughed, "I'll give you ten bucks for them - on one condition. Mrs. Boychuk has to take them off of you." He looked over at Denise and winked. She immediately blushed, but didn't object as Steve walked around the bed to where she was sitting.

"You guys and your conditions!" The pretty blonde looked his eyes, and then let her eyes trail down his muscular body. Her hands slowly reached up, and grabbed the elastic waistband on his briefs. His erection was straining at the fabric, yearning to be released. Trudy and I watched intently as Denise began to pull the elastic away from his body, and then slowly pulled down. Steve's cock sprang into view, just inches from Denise's mouth. She had a hungry look on her face, like she wanted to devour the strong young wrestler.

At the last moment, she turned her head and pulled the underwear down to his ankles. He lifted one foot, then the other, as she took the underwear from him, staring at his erect cock. He stood there for a couple of seconds, allowing her to go further if she wanted. Denise just kept staring, her body frozen. Seeing that she wasn't going to do anything more, Steve walked back around the bed, taking ten dollars from John on his way around. I could tell that Steve was a little disappointed, but still very excited to be naked in front of his three teachers.

Amazingly enough, Steve won that hand. He didn't offer to buy his underwear back from John though. We kept playing.

Trudy ran out of money again. She sat there for a while, looking like she was trying to make a decision. Finally she piped up, "Who would like to buy my bra?"

John said, "I'll give you twenty bucks for the bra - or I'll give you twenty bucks for the thong. Or, if you let me take both off of you then I'll give you eighty bucks." Well, eighty bucks was eighty bucks, and Trudy was out of cash.

Trudy just sat there, still trying to make up her mind I guess. "Goddammit... if I didn't need the money to keep playing and win some of that money back..."

She stood up, took a deep breath, turned to John, and said, "Go ahead." She was breathing unsteadily, clearly turned on. John rose and stood very close to her, so that her breasts were pushing against his bare chest. He reached around her with both hands and fumbled around with the catch on her bra, getting it open after a couple of seconds. Then he looped his fingers through the shoulder straps and started to lower them over her shoulders.

Her breath was getting quicker now. When he lowered the bra down her arms, her nipples popped out of the top of the cups and pushed against his hairy chest. Trudy moaned as he let the bra drop to the floor, and put his thumbs inside the waistband of her thong. As he bent down to move the thong over her ass, his face pushed between her breasts. He lingered in that position for a few seconds; I think he was kissing her cleavage. John squatted down and pulled Trudy's thong down over her hips and down her legs.

When she stepped out of her underwear, we could all see how excited she was. Her little landing strip of red pussy hair (huh, a natural redhead, whaddya know) was soaked. I could feel my own pussy dripping, watching this erotic scene in front of me.

John, always the joker, held Trudy's thong up to his nose and made a great show of sniffing the crotch. "Ahh, heaven, now I can die a happy man". When Trudy sat back down, her face was nearly as red as her hair.

We kept playing. It wasn't long before all the guys had sold their underwear to the other guys. When John sold his to Frank, Frank insisted that I should be the one to pull them off. I got down on my knees and pulled his boxers down. When the waistband got down far enough, his six inch prick sprang up and hit me on the bottom of the chin. I was amazed at how hard he was. When Frank sold his underwear to Steve, he had Trudy pull them off for him, and when Danny sold his to Frank, Denise did the honours.

By two in the morning, both Denise and I had also sold our underwear for the chance to keep playing, in the hopes of winning our money back. Frank had taken Denise's underwear off, and Steve had stripped me naked, copping a feel of my tits as he took off my bra.

It wasn't looking good; the cash we got for our underwear wasn't going very far. All seven of us were sitting around on that bed naked, and we three teachers just kept losing money. All of the guys were sporting raging hard-ons, and by this time I'm sure raging cases of blue balls as well.

The bet came around to Denise, who had a mere two dollars left against a raise of ten. If she stopped now, not only would she be out of money, but out of clothes as well.

"Guys, I can't make that bet. I don't have any clothes left to sell either. Will someone please give me a loan? I'll pay you back, I promise."

"I have an idea for you, Mrs. Boychuk," said Danny, who had been drooling as he looked at her tits for the last fifteen minutes, "Have you ever given a lap dance?"

Denise flushed. "No, Danny, I never have. I've seen it done before though... what do you have in mind?"

"If you sit on my lap for three minutes, I'll give you fifty bucks. That will give you enough cash to keep playing the game. I'm sure you're bound to win soon, the law of averages is in your favour." Danny grinned.

Denise's mouth hung open as she considered the possibility. "I promise you, nothing that has happened here tonight will ever leave this room," Danny continued, "Nobody but those present knows or needs to know. What do you say?"

Denise looked at Trudy and me. She was very excited, a blush was spreading across her chest and her nipples were so hard they looked painful. I looked over at Trudy, who was also looking at me. If the way that Trudy looked was any indication of the way I looked, then all three of us were excited and horny as hell.

"Nobody had better say a goddamn thing about this. Got it? Not a fucking word, ever."

Danny stood up and crossed over to the other double bed, then sat down facing us. He was so excited his cock was pretty much vibrating, and sticking straight up. Denise turned around and put her left knee on the bed, beside Danny's right leg, then her other knee beside his other leg, and slowly lowered herself down onto his lap.

"You can get a little closer, Mrs. Boychuk, I don't bite" said Danny with a smile. She skooched forward a bit, until her shaved pussy was pressed against his cock.

"Someone time this," Denise's voice was barely more than a whisper. She put her hands on his broad shoulders to steady herself.

"OK, go," said Frank, looking at his watch.

This was so hot, I just had to get a closer look. I got up off the bed and stood at the foot of the other bed, watching as Denise wriggled around in Danny's lap. I guess the others had the same idea, and soon we were all crowding around, gawking as she rocked her hips and slid her pussy up and down against his hard rod.

"Two minutes left," Frank said after glancing at his watch.

"Oh, God," moaned Denise. Her clit was clearly visible, and was rubbing up and down on Danny's engorged penis. Her nipples were brushing against Danny's chest. Her breathing had become erratic. I was amazed at this kid's fortitude - he was obviously very horny but was doing an admirable job of delaying his orgasm. Danny had originally sat down with his hands on the bed behind him, leaning back on his outstretched arms. He leaned forward a little and brought his hands up, then placed them on Denise's waist as she wiggled back and forth, up and down against his cock.

"One minute," Frank was dutifully keeping track of the time. I'm pretty sure that he was the only one who didn't have both eyes on the sexy scene in front of him.

Denise was getting louder, moaning and groaning as her clit rubbed Danny's hard cock. Her labia were fully engorged, and were clutching at his shaft. Danny was gritting his teeth, and the head of his cock was starting to swell. I was sure he was going to blow his load any moment.

"Time's up," chirped Frank. A collective groan went up from the group. We had all wanted to see this last a few moments more. Denise just sat there for a moment, her whole body quivering. Then she slowly got up, leaning outstretched arms on Danny's shoulders for support. She shook her head, then sat down heavily on the bed where our forgotten cards and cash lay. Danny looked like he was gulping for air, composing himself.

The spectators all went back to the first bed and sat down in our respective places, looking back and forth at each other. Just as the silence was starting to become awkward, Steve said, "Holy fuck that was hot." That brought a little nervous laughter from everyone.

"Hey, don't forget to pay Mrs. Boychuk," John said as Danny sat back down in his place. Danny chuckled at the reminder, and handed Denise her fifty bucks. She took the money from him with shaking fingers. She put her ten dollars down, and we kept playing. At the end of the round, she put down her queen-high straight, only to be topped by John's full house.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" groaned Denise. Her fifty bucks hadn't gone far, as two rounds of betting had left her with only twelve dollars left. Trudy was down to seven dollars, and I had fourteen. This was not looking good for our heroines.

"Ante up," said Frank, his voice crackling with mirth. Everyone put in their two bucks. Only one round of betting later and Trudy was out of cash, with Denise and I not far behind.


"Mrs. Richards? Are you in or out?" John said with a smirk.

"I need a loan..." said Trudy. She looked around the bed, finally staring at Steve. "Steve? How about it? What do I need to do to stay in the game?"

Steve grinned. "Have you ever played seven minutes of heaven?"

"Oh, geez, not since the eighth grade. And back then I had way more clothes on than I have now," she laughed.

"One hundred bucks, for seven minutes with me in the bathroom," he said. Steve stood up and walked around to the foot of the bed, then held out his hand to her.

She stared at his hand and paused, mulling it over. "Seriously, guys, not a word of this can ever get out," she said, looking back at the rest of us. It almost looked like she was in a trance as she held up her hand to hold his. He pulled her up, and led her by the hand to the bathroom. They closed the door, and we could see the light in the bathroom shutting off.

Frank looked at his watch. "OK you two, your seven minutes starts... now."

The five of us sat there on the bed, staring at each other. We were all straining to hear any sounds coming out of the bathroom, barely daring to breathe in case we missed something. All we could hear though were some muffled voices. After about a minute, we could hear Trudy groan, and then it was silent again.

"Six minutes left," called out Frank.

Denise looked at my pile of money, then up at my face. "We're both almost out," she said, "and we're going to run out during this betting round for sure." I nodded; she was right.

Turning to John, Denise asked, "What do we have to do to stay in the game?"

John grinned. "Well, seeing as how both of you are going to need money, how about this... Mrs. Boychuk, I want you to lay down face up on the other bed. Miss Crane... sit on her face."

My mouth dropped open. Up until now, we had been asked to do little things - the cumulative effect was large, but none of the steps so far had been so huge. I looked over at Denise. The lust was plainly evident on her face. I knew then that she was into it, if I was.

I hadn't been with another woman since some drunken experimentation with my roommate in college. "I don't know about this guys..." I said, lamely.

"It's a hundred bucks each if you do," Frank said, "...or you could just let us keep all your money... and your clothes..." He called out at the bathroom, "Five minutes left!"

They had us, and we knew it. Denise just shrugged and got up, laying herself down on the other bed with her legs hanging over the end. I felt like I was in a dream; felt myself getting up and walking around to the other bed, putting my knees on either side of Denise's head, taking care not to put my knees on her long blonde hair. I looked down in her eyes and said, "Are you sure about this?" I wanted it; I wanted to feel her tongue on my pussy. I could see that I was already dripping in anticipation.

She smiled up at me. "Do it."

Slowly, I lowered my body down by spreading my knees wider and wider apart. Then, I felt her tongue licking up and down my labia - I wasn't even all the way down yet, and she was sticking her tongue between the folds and into my pussy. "Ohhhh, GOD!" I cried out. Her tongue was incredible, alternately flickering across my vaginal lips and stretching up into my pussy, and her nose was moving back and forth over my engorged clitoris. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, the feeling was incredible. My skin felt like it was on fire.

"Four minutes left!" said Frank. I could hear the noises in the bathroom getting louder, grunts and moans repeating rhythmically. I could hear the sounds of lips smacking, and Denise was quivering and bucking underneath my pussy. The sounds didn't match what she was doing; when I looked over my left shoulder, I could see that John had his face buried in her pussy. Danny was also behind me, playing with her right nipple with one hand and tonguing her left. I felt the mattress moving in front of me, and saw Frank climbing up on the bed to stand before me, his big hard cock dangling in front of my face, only a few inches from my mouth.

God, that looked tasty. I reached up with my left hand and started stroking his cock, then leaned forward a bit and licked the head. A little precum leaked out of the hole, and I slurped it up. I started sucking on the head of his cock while stroking up and down. After a few seconds, Frank called out, "Three minutes!" to the bathroom. I would have admired his presence of mind, if I weren't so busy sucking his cock and feeling the wonderful sensations as Denise licked my pussy.

I could feel more than hear it as Denise moaned beneath me. I took my mouth off of Frank's cock but kept stroking it as I looked back over my shoulder. I could see why Denise was moaning; John was slowly slipping his cock into the married teacher's pussy. It only took a few seconds, and a few strokes, for him to be buried inside her up to the root. Soon she was bouncing underneath me as he fucked her. It was like riding a bucking bronco. I couldn't keep my pussy planted on her mouth, so I rose up on my knees. Denise slid out from underneath me.

I concentrated on sucking Frank's cock, on my knees in front of him on the bed. Soon his legs started to buckle, and he sank down on his knees in front of me. I just kept sucking and slurping, down on my hands and knees. Then I felt the bed moving behind me, and a cock slipping into my drenched pussy. I stopped sucking Frank long enough to look over my shoulder, to see Danny grinding into me from behind. Behind Danny, John was laying on his back on the floor as Denise rode up and down on his cock. Denise was grunting as she rode him, muttering every few seconds, "Oh, god, so big, oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, god, so hard, unh unh unh fuck fuck fuck." I groaned and went back to sucking on Frank's cock.

I guess Frank forgot all about timing Trudy and Steve in the bathroom. I can't blame him, really. After a few minutes, Frank murmured, "Oh, Miss Crane, I'm gonna..."

He never did get that sentence out completely. The next thing I knew, his cum was shooting into my mouth. I had to keep swallowing it so that I wouldn't drown. He must have shot six or seven wads down my throat before it slowed to a trickle. I just kept on sucking his cock, making it nice and shiny and clean.

Behind me, I heard John roar as he emptied his balls into Denise's pussy. Then Danny started slamming into me, hard. I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, my body quivering more and more. I buried my face in the blanket below me, put some of it between my teeth, and screamed into the blanket as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure rolling through my body. That must have put Danny over the edge; I could feel his cock swell up, and then he exploded into me, filling me with his cum. He didn't go soft right away, but just kept pumping his rod into me. I could feel his juices running down the inside of my leg.

Frank recovered his senses soon after that. "Time's up, you two!" he called at the bathroom. We heard a pair of loud groans from inside the bathroom, then silence. Those seven minutes of heaven had been more like fifteen. After about thirty seconds, the bathroom door opened, and Steve and Trudy came out hand in hand.

Trudy's mouth dropped open, and then she raised a hand to suppress a giggle. "I guess we weren't the only ones having a bit of fun," she laughed. Her hair was a mess, and there was cum dripping out of her pussy. She turned around and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pulling his head down to give him a big kiss. There was a stream of cum dripping off her back, too.

For the next two hours, Denise and Trudy and I fucked all four of the boys. It was a total orgy. After a while, Steve passed out drunk and exhausted on one bed, and then Frank passed out on the other one. A few minutes later, John and Danny both passed out on the floor. The three of us picked John up and carried him to one bed, laying him next to Steve, then did the same with Danny on the other bed.

We sat down on the floor, exhausted from the skiing and a night of being fucked hard. We were looking at each other, kind of sheepish.

"Oh my God," said Denise, burying her face in her hands, "What have we done? If this ever gets out, we're all completely fucked. I love my husband - I don't want to lose him, or my job. What are we going to do? We can't trust these guys to keep their mouths shut about this!" She started crying. Trudy's face rapidly changed from satisfied to miserable.

My mind was racing. Denise was right. All three of us were royally fucked. Then I spotted a digital camera in one of the boys' luggage.

"Girls, I have an idea," I said, grinning. "There's no way these guys are going to say shit to anybody about this."

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The next morning, I was at the guys' room at 8 am. I hadn't had any sleep at all that night, but it was worth it. I knocked on their door, and after a minute or so a bleary-eyed Steve answered.

"Good morning, Miss Crane," he beamed, stepping aside to let me in the room. I walked in and smiled to see that all four of the boys sitting around half dressed, sporting obvious hangovers.

"Hi guys. I guess you're wondering what I'm doing here so early."

"Looking for a repeat of last night?" John said, winking at me.

"Nope, just taking out a little insurance," I said. "You're probably wondering what happened to that pile of cash. Well, Mrs. Boychuk and Mrs. Richards and I decided we'd take our original investment out of the pot - along with our clothes. I think you'll agree it is only fair, after what we went through last night."

All four of the guys were grinning at each other, remembering the wild events of the night before.

"Now, before you four reprobates get any funny ideas about mentioning anything that happened last night," I said, with a wicked grin, "I think you should have a look at these." I handed Steve the digital camera along with the pictures I had printed out. His face turned purple.

"What the fuck!" he growled.

"What is it, Steve?" asked John, apprehensively. Steve didn't say a word, but just handed the pictures to John. John's face turned ashen, and then he looked at me and said, "That's blackmail!" He gave the pictures to Danny and Frank, who were both very quiet for a moment. Danny groaned.

"What do you want from us?" asked Frank, clearly upset.

"Nothing," I said, "Except your silence. What happened last night is not to get out, ever. If we ever hear even a whisper of a rumour about last night, those pictures, and more like them, are going to wind up on the internet, and all over the school."

The four guys were silent, staring at the pictures I had taken the night before showing them lying next to each other on the beds, passed out and holding each other's cocks.

"On the other hand," I continued, "I had a lot of fun last night. If you boys are good for the rest of the year, well, let's just say that you might be having a grad party for the record books." I smiled and turned to go. "Have a fun day skiing, boys!" I called over my shoulder as I left the room.

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I don't know how I made it through that day. God, I ached, all over. One of the girl students even commented that I was walking funny, but I just made up an excuse about being sore from skiing - I'm fairly sure she bought it.

That night, Derek managed to stay sober, and actually helped us with the room check. Trudy and Denise took half the rooms, and I went with Derek to check the other half. When we got to the room that the three of us had spent so much time in the night before, I pretty much let Derek do all the talking. All four boys were kind of subdued.

"Looks like you guys wore yourselves out today," laughed Derek. "Oh, by the way, before I forget... Steve, are you done with that deck of cards I loaned you?"

"Yeah, Mr. Gibson, here," said Steve, handing him the deck. "Thanks."

"No problem. OK, you guys get some sleep - remember that our bus leaves first thing in the morning. Be ready to check out at nine o'clock."

He closed the door and we walked back down the hall to the elevator that would take us down to our rooms.

On the way down, Derek said, "I bet those guys were up playing poker all night last night." He laughed, "Did you see how tired they are?" The elevator stopped at my floor, one floor down from the boys.

"Poker, huh?" I said, as I was getting off the elevator.

"Yeah, I doubt they had much fun though, seeing as they knew all the cards are marked." Derek was still chuckling to himself as the elevator doors closed.