Message-ID: <20127eli$9902210513@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mike CA" Subject: {ASSM} REPOST: Pure Strip Poker - Ch 3 pt 2 (strip poker) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990221005009.615.qmail@hotmail.com> =========================================================== WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, AND MAY INCLUDE GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF CONSENTUAL SEX. IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, OR THE STATE OR COUNTRY IN WHICH YOU RESIDE PROHIBITS SUCH MATERIAL, THEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. THIS STORY IS EROTIC FICTION INTENDED FOR ADULT ENTERTAINMENT. THE AUTHOR DOES NOT NECESSAARILY CONDONE OR ENDORSE THE BEHAVIOR DESCRIBED IN THIS STORY. ALL PERSONS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND ANY SIMILARITY TO PERSONS LIVING OR DEAD OR TO ACTUAL EVENTS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. =========================================================== Pure Strip Poker By MikeCA (mikeca42@hotmail.com) @(C) Copyright 1998-9 by MikeCA, all rights reserved, except those described below. Permission is granted to download, archive, and repost provided that the contents are not altered, including the disclaimers, copyrights and limitations on use and provided that no fee is charged for access. Pure Strip Poker Chapter 3 The Second Game - Part 2 Sharon reached back and found Kristen's panties and bra and handed them to Kristen. Kristen stood up and pulled her panties on quickly, then slipped her bra straps over her shoulders and fitted the cups under her breast, before reaching behind her to fasten it in back. "Shows over," she said as she sat back down. I tuned and looked around. Like me, everyone had been staring at Kristen. Now everyone laid his or her cards on the floor and we looked around for the lowest hand. I had completely forgotten that I only had an ace high hand and that could be the lowest hand. I searched the other hands. George had an ace high also, but his second card was a king, while mine was a queen, so it looked bad. "Ohhh," I heard Sharon groan next to me. I looked down at her hand. She only had a king high hand. After raising with her slip on the previous hand, Sharon was now in her underwear, so she had just lost her bra to Kristen. Sharon stood up and reached back behind her, struggling with her bra clasps. Finally, she got it unclipped, and holding the bra against her breasts with one hand, threaded the straps off first one shoulder then the other. Then she smiled, pushed her chest out, and dropped her bra away revealing her perky breasts. While Kristen's larger breasts sagged slightly, Sharon's smaller breasts protruded from her chest like two mountains, that swayed back and forth above my head as she wiggled her shoulders. Sharon tossed her bra to Kristen and sat back down. "OK, shows are over. Time for some of you guys to show a little." As it turned out, Sharon was right. Bob, George and Bill were all out of chips. George just took off his socks and tossed them in the bank pile. Bob stood up and took off his pants, collecting some whistles from the girls at the bulge in his jockey shorts. Bill had already lost his pants, so he removed his undershirt and tossed it over Sharon's head. It was Bill's deal, so he gathered up the cards, and shuffled them. While waiting for the next hand, I kept sneaking glances to my right at Sharon's breasts. All I could think of was the Grand Teton Mountains in Wyoming, which I had visited two summers earlier with my family. Now I understood how those mountains got their name. I picked up my cards and looked at a pair of kings, a ten, a five and a four. Not bad, but far from a winner in this game. Betty was the first to act and she opened. Joe was out of chips, so he stood up and removed his pants. Joe also had a big bulge in the front of his jockey shorts, which got some catcalls before he sat down. Everyone else quickly saw the bet. I took three cards and so did everyone except Bob and George, who took two, and Betty, who took only one. I looked at my three new cards, two aces and a jack. Now I had two pairs, aces and kings. A nice hand, but I didn't think it would be a winner. Betty had opened and she started the betting for one. Joe and Mary quickly folded. Betty had opened and taken only one card, so she had two pair before the draw. My two pair probably beat her two pair, but Bob and George had taken two cards, and might have three of a kind. Betty had a bigger pile of chips than I did, so there was no way I was going to get her to take anything off. I decided to just see the bet. Bob immediately pulled off his undershirt and smiled. "I raise five," he said. Everyone else folded back to Betty. My guess was that Bob had three of kind and Betty two pair, so I figured that Betty and I were both beaten. I didn't know what Betty was thinking, but she had a big smile on her face as she counted out ten chips to see Bob's bet and raise him five. My chip stack was getting smaller and I could see no reason to stay in this hand when I thought Bob had me beat, so I folded. Everyone now looked at Bob. He was going to have to bet his underpants to win this hand. Bob stood up and pulled his jockey shorts down, and stepped out of them. Bob stood up and held his shorts out between his thumb and first finger, mimicking the display by Kristen earlier, but with one big difference. The one sticking out in front of Bob. Kristen had proudly displayed her bush, and Bob was now showing off his erection. Finally, he sat down, but made no real effort to hide his erection. I looked around at Mary and Betty. Their eyes were firmly fixed on Bob's erection sticking up between his legs. This game was really different from the first game. Everyone had been shy and tried to cover up as much as the rules allowed in the first game. This time everyone was a bit of an exhibitionist. "Ok, what have you got Betty," Bob said, breaking the silence. Betty laid down her cards without saying anything. She had a pair of jacks and sevens. "Not good enough," Bob said, and laid down three aces. Betty did not seem to mind at all. There was a little smile on her face, and her eyes were looking at only one thing. I think Betty knew she was beaten when she raised, but didn't care. She got what she wanted. Bob gathered in the pot. He handed seven chips to Sharon, and grabbed his shorts back. He stood up and pulled them on. A big bulge was still obvious as Bob sat back down. "Sharon, I think you have the low hand again," said Bob. "What? I've got an ace high," responded Sharon. I looked around. Everyone had at least a pair of something. Sharon was looking carefully too, and she could not find a lower hand either. "Oh well," she said, as she stood up. "A little show for the guys before we take your shorts for good." Sharon pulled her black lace panties down and stepped out of them, then held them up, just like Kristen and Bob had done earlier. Then she tossed the panties across the circle to Betty, before sitting back down. Sharon still had a big stack of chips in front of her, so while naked, she was not in immediate danger of losing, but if she got the low hand again, she would be the big loser, so she had to be careful. Still after having the low hand twice in a row, she should be OK for the rest of the game. It was Betty's deal now, and she began to gather up the cards for the next hand. As Betty shuffled and dealt the cards, people put their ante into the pot. Cathy was all out of chips, so she stood up and unfastened her bra, which latched in front rather than the back, then paused for a second, before quickly folding back the separated cups to reveal her breasts. Cathy breasts were bigger and rounder than Sharon's. Without the bra to support them, they drooped just ever so slightly. Cathy dropped her bra off first one arm and then the other, then she held both her hands above her head making a V with her arms, and turned back and forth so we could all get a good view, before she tossed the bra behind Sharon and sat down. This just kept getting better. So far I had only lost my shoes. Sharon was sitting next to be naked as a jaybird flaunting the Grand Tetons at me. Cathy was topless and her mammary glands were bouncing in front of me. Earlier Kristen had shown us all of her. I picked up and looked at my cards. They were the worst hand of the night, a ten, eight, seven, six, and a three. I had better improve this hand on the draw, or I was the low hand for sure. Joe was the first to act, and he passed. Mary opened, and everyone quickly saw that bet. I took three cards, and in an unusual development so did everyone else. I picked up my three new cards. They were an eight, a nine and a six. I had kept the ten and eight, so I now had a pair of eight's. That should be good enough to keep me away from worst hand. Mary had opened the first round and was obviously thinking hard about whether to bet here. Finally she picked up one chip. "I open for one," she said. I folded immediately, and much to my surprise, so did everyone else. Mary laid down her cards. "I had a pair of aces," she said. The rest of us put our cards on the floor and started to look for the low hand. I wasn't worried with a pair of eight's. It turned out both George and Cathy only had king high hands, but Cathy had a king, queen and George had a king, jack, so George was the loser. Cathy had looked a little worried that she had lost her panties, until she spotted George's hand. George shrugged, took off his shirt and handed it to Mary. Mary had gathered in the pot, and now had a much bigger stack of chips than I did. Joe gathered up the cards and began to shuffle the next hand. Everyone anted, and for George and Bill it was with their last chip. George would have to sell his pants in this hand, and Bill would have to sell his underpants! Cathy was not much better off than Bill, but she had two more chips than Bill. It was beginning to look like bill would be the big loser in about three more hands, but Cathy would lose her panties before then. We were going to get to see a little more of Cathy. I picked up my hand. I had a pair of eight's, a King a nine and a four. Enough to keep me from losing, but that was all. Mary was the first to act and she opened for one. Myself, Sharon, Bob and Kristen all quickly followed suite, but George was out of chips. He stood up and unfastened his pants and took them off. He sat back down rather quickly, but the bulge in the front of his underpants was obvious. George tossed his pants behind Sharon and got his chips from her. Cathy saw the bet, and then it was Bill's turn. "Well, I guess this is the moment you have been waiting for ladies," Bill said, as he stood up. Bill pulled down his underpants and stepped out of them. He stood up dangling them between his thumb and forefinger, while the girls gasp and giggled around me. Bill was very well endowed and this had clearly impressed Mary and Sharon. Bill tossed his underpants over Sharon's head and sat down. Betty and Joe quickly saw the bet. I discarded three cards. Most others did too, but Bob took two, Mary took one and Betty did not take any at all. I picked up my new cards, a king, queen and a ten. No real help. All I had was just a pair of eight's. Mary, who had opened and drew only one card, must have two pair. She was looking at Betty, who had taken no cards. Betty must have a straight, flush or a full house. Mary had lots of chips in front of her, and so did Betty. Mary finally opened for one chip. I folded and so did Sharon. Bob was looking at both Mary and Betty. He counted six chips, and said I see the bet and raise five. Bob had drawn two cards, so he could have three of a kind, but that would not beat any of the likely hands that Betty had. Could Bob have gotten a full house on the draw or maybe four of a kind? Everyone folded around to Betty. Without hesitation she picked up ten chips. "I'll raise you another five," she said. Mary then folded. She clearly knew that Betty had her beat. Bob, while he was in his underpants, had a big stack of chips in front of him, so he could easily see Betty's bet and/or raise her back. He was thinking about whether he should see this bet, and finally just shrugged his shoulders and tossed in another five chips. "Alright Betty, let's see what you've got," Bill said. Betty laid down a full house, three queens and a pair of fours. Bob shook his head and dropped his cards on the floor. They were three sixes. Betty reached out to gather in the pot, when I heard a cry next to me. "Oh god, this can't be true," Sharon said. Sharon had a pair of two's. I scanned the other hands looking for something lower, but a pair of seven's was the next highest hand. The game was over, and Sharon was the loser. Sharon clearly did not like this development, but she was trying to remain calm. Kristen got up and went to the kitchenette area to get the timer. "Sorry Sharon. I guess this wasn't your day," she said, as she came back. We all started getting up off the floor. Bob and George started arranging some chairs for all the guys to sit in while they watched Sharon's show. Of the players in the game, only Mary, Betty and myself were still modestly dressed. Sharon had "lost" and was now standing au naturel near the center of the room and nervously awaiting her fate. Bill was equally lacking in clothes, and sitting against the wall making some effort to cover up or control his problem. Cathy was nearly as revealing, wearing only a pair of low cut white panties. Kristen, Bob, George and Joe were all in their underwear. All three of these guys were showing obvious bulges in their jockey shorts, and I could see some moist patches forming as well. "OK guys," Kristen announced. "Remember the rules. Absolutely no touching. I'm starting the timer now." "Alright Sharon," George said, "down on the floor and spread those legs wide." Sharon had obviously expected this. "I knew that was what you would ask for," she said, as she lay down in the center of the room, and spread her legs very wide. I had, of course, studied my fair share of Penthouse and Playboy in the last few years, so I knew the basics of the female anatomy, but seeing it in the flesh for the first time caused a very large bulge to develop in my jeans. The guys, except for Bill, who was still playing shy against the wall, went over to give Sharon a closer inspection. Sharon reached down with her hands and spread her vagina lips to give us a better view. Sharon noticed that Bill was still sitting by the wall. "Come on Bill," she said. "You don't want to miss your big chance here do you? Come over and take a look." The other girls giggled at this. Bill, looking a little red in the face. "That's ok," he said. "Why don't you come over here." "That's a good idea," George said. "Sharon, go over and let poor Bill get a good look between your legs too." Sharon got up off the floor and walked over to Bill. She spread her legs in front of him and then reached down with both hands to spread her vagina lips. "How is this Bill?" she asked. "Very nice," Bill replied. "Well I seem to have gotten the attention of something there between your legs," Sharon laughed. This brought another giggle from the girls. "OK, leave Bill alone," George said. "Kristen, can you put some music on. Let's see if Sharon can dance." George clearly remembered what the girls had made him do after the last game and was extracting some measure of revenge. Sharon could dance very well; at least I thought so. Her breasts bounced and giggled as she moved to the music. George, Bob and Joe seemed to like it too. Bill was still siting over by the wall, trying to keep his things under control, and watching Sharon dance was not helping. I was leaning back in my chair, staring at the erect nipples of Sharon's breasts as they swayed to the music, when the kitchen timer went off, signaling the end of the 10-minute penalty period. Suddenly the room was filled with nude and semi-clothed people scrambling to find their things. All I had to find was my shoes, and I was not in a big hurry to find them. I was enjoying watching everyone else get dressed. Mary came across the room and stood silently next to me. Mary was staring around the room at the others as they got dressed too. After most of the items had found their way from the floor to their original owner, Mary and I set out looking for our shoes. It only took a minute for each of us to locate our shoes, and then we were back outside in the chilly night air. "Wow! Three aces on the first hand," Mary said. "Do you still think you're an unlucky person, Larry?" "Well...I guess I was pretty lucky tonight," I replied. "You did very well yourself. In fact, you and Betty are the ones who have never lost anything." "Well you certainly got to see what you came for this time, Larry," Mary said. "Yes, and so did you," I replied. "I saw the look on your face when Bob and Bill dropped their shorts. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that." "Yes," Marry giggled. "Bob and Bill both had some interesting points. I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off Sharon's points of interest too." "What about Kristen? She was the one who really changed the game with that little act with her panties. Is she a closet exhibitionists or something?" "I don't think she's an exhibitionists. She was just making the best of a bad situation," Mary answered. "I don't know how it is for guys, but for a girl to bare it all in front of guys she doesn't know real well, takes a lot of guts. If you do it the way Kristen did it, at least you can feel good about yourself; not like you just did something dirty. How did you feel last game after you lost you shorts?" "Ah...embarrassed," I replied. All I could remember from losing my shorts was the erection I had, and desperately trying to hide it with my legs, but I wasn't going to tell Mary that, so I changed the subject. "I was thinking Kristen did that to distract the guys and get them to play recklessly, so they would lose." "Well, I don't think so," replied Mary. "For one thing, Kristen's not that good at poker." "I noticed that too," I interjected. "You mean when Kristen bet against my straight," asked Mary. "Yes," I said, "that seemed really silly to me. It was obvious you had a better hand than she did, but she bet anyway." "It was obvious to you, but Kristen tends to focus too much on what she has in her hand, and not pay much attention to what others are doing," Mary said. "I figured the game was over when Kristen went all in against my three sixes, but that time she had the cards to beat me. Speaking of playing recklessly, I noticed that Sharon suckered you out of some chips, by just taking off her dress." "Well...yeah," I said. "I think girls have an unfair advantage in this game. When a girl starts to take off her clothes, the guys lose their heads and start betting when they shouldn't." Mary giggled. "Well it's not just girls. Bob suckered Betty into betting when she shouldn't have by taking off his shorts, so guys can do it too." "I forgot about that," I replied. "So did you like the game tonight?" Mary asked, after a slight pause. "Of course," I said. "What was not to like?" Actually I had mixed feeling about the outcome. I was, of course, very turned on, but I also, somehow, felt sorry for Sharon. "I hope we weren't too hard on Sharon," I added. Mary giggled. "Well, the girls had long discussions of what would happen when one of us lost. You guys didn't do anything that we didn't expect. As long as it's like a visit to the gynecologist, we figured we could handle that." "I am not so sure you would say that, if you had been the loser, instead of Sharon," I said. "Well, I'll talk with Sharon next week, but I think she will get over it pretty quickly. She probably planning what she's going to do next game when one of the guys is the big loser." This seemed like a good place for me to change the subject, before we got back to Mary's dorm. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?" I asked. "Well yes," Mary stammered, somewhat surprised by the question. "I mean not really. I promised some girls that I would go to movies with them tomorrow night. I suppose I don't really have to go..." Then Mary smiled. "Or maybe you could come along with us. I think some of the other girls are probably bringing guys, so you won't be the only guy. That sounds fun to me." This was not exactly the kind of date that I had in mind. On the other hand it was progress. I had just asked a girl for a date, and she had, more or less, said yes. We would be going to out with a big group, which would probably be more girls than guys, but it certainly beat hanging around the dorm on another Saturday night, and I was finally going to go someplace other than a strip poker game with Mary. At least that's what I thought that night. 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