Message-ID: <20135eli$9902210520@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mike CA" Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Pure Strip Poker - Ch 8 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: <19990221005750.24593.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 1999 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 8 The Practice Game - Part 2 It was now Carrie's deal, and she shuffled and dealt the next hand. I picked up my cards and looked at two sixes of hearts, a nine, an eight and a five. Since this was a two deck game, there was nothing wrong with two sixes of hearts. It just looked weird. Fred was the first to act, and he passed. Mary also passed, and I had to pass as well. Jill confidently opened tossing in one chip. Everyone quickly tossed in their opening bet until we got back to Mary. Mary was now out of chips and had to sell her blouse. She tried to quickly unbutton her blouse, but had some problems getting some of the buttons undone. Finally she got the blouse off, revealing a white lacy bra that looked the same as the one I had seen last Saturday night. By glancing left and right I could now make a direct comparison of Mary and Jill's breasts. It was clear Jill's breasts were larger, but I kept glancing right at Mary's anyway. I suddenly realized that other people were discarding cards, and I had not been paying attention, so I had no idea how many cards they took. Mary took three cards and so did I. I saw Rick took one card and Carrie, who was dealing took two. Everyone else I had seen took three. I picked up my three new cards, but I still just had a pair of sixes, so I was clearly out of this hand. Jill had opened, but she passed. Rick, who had taken only one card, opened with his last two chips. Sally and Kevin quickly folded, but Carrie was studying her hand and looking over at Rick. Carrie could have three of a kind because she had taken two cards, and Rick probably had two pair, but Carrie had no chips in front of her, so if she wanted to call this bet, she would have to sell her pants. She finally set her cards down. "I'm going to call this bet," Carrie said as she stood up. She unzipped her jeans and carefully worked them down over her hips to expose rather simple white cotton panties covered with a pattern of small flowers. Carrie pushed the jeans down her white thighs and then pulled them off one leg at a time. She turned and dropped the jeans behind her. As she sat down the contrast of the red hair and the very white skin looked even more ghostly. Mary tossed two chips into the pot for Carrie. The rest of us quickly folded around. "What have you got Carrie," Rick said with a smile. "Three tens," replied Carrie, turning over her cards. "Good, but not good enough," Rick said as he flipped his cards over. "A full house, nines and jacks." Rick scooped up the chips in the pot. "Oh shit," Carrie said, as she began to realize what this meant. Carrie had lost her pants, of course, but she also had no chips, so next hand she would have to sell her bra to open. Fred was in his underpants with no chips in front of him, so Fred would need to sell his underpants next hand. The game could have ended in two hands with none of the girls ever having to show us their breasts, but now Carrie had fixed that problem. We would at least get to see Carrie's breasts before the game ended. Fred shuffled the cards for the next hand while Carrie self-consciously folded her arms across her chest. Fred dealt out the cards, and I looked at a pair of queens, a nine, an eight and a seven. If I could draw a third queen, this might be a playable hand. Then again, I was way ahead of Mary on our side bet, with probably only two hands remaining in the game. The pressure was on Mary to get a playable hand. I should not even think about betting without a killer hand. Mary was the first to act and opened with the single chip she had. Everyone tossed in opening bet around to Sally, who had finally run out of chips. Sally pulled her sweater blouse off over her head exposing a simple white bra. Sally held her arms above her head threading her long bleached blond hair through the sweater opening, pushing her modest breasts forward. Mary tossed one chip in the pot and handed the other over to Sally. Kevin had already put his chip in the pot and now everyone turned to Carrie. She had a little pink on her otherwise very white cheeks. "Oh dear," Carrie said, as she slowly stood up. "Well, I'm not as big as Jill, but I hope you boys like them." With that she unsnapped her bra in back, and let it slide away from her breasts down her arms. Rick and Kevin both cheered. Carrie's breasts were small, but rounded and firm. They drooped only slightly when liberated from the confines of her bra. Carrie immediately sat down, obviously embarrassed by the cheering. "Well don't just sit there staring at me," Carrie said to Fred. "It's your turn now." "Oh," Fred said. He slowly stood up, and placed his thumbs under the elastic band on his shorts. Fred had studied my technique and tried to push his shorts down and sit down and the same time. He pushed his sorts smoothly down to his knees, but when he sat down, he lost his balance and tipped over backwards, giving us a clear view between his legs. Mary, Jill and Sally first cheered, then laughed and giggled at Fred predicament. Fed quickly righted himself, pulled his underpants the rest of the way off, and crossed his legs to try to cover up his erection. Even Carrie was now smiling, seeming to have momentarily forgotten the embarrassment of being topless. I took three cards. Fred as dealer did not want to move much so Carrie and Mary pushed the cards to the rest of us. Most people took three cards, except for Carrie and Rick, who took two. I looked at my three new cards, but I still just had a pair of queens. As I sat my cards down, Mary stood up and unzipped her jeans. What did she have? She had opened and taken three cards, so she only had a big pair before the draw. She must have something more now. Probably three aces, kings, queens or jacks. Mary wiggled her jeans off her hips, past her white satin low cut panties and down her thighs. She then pulled the jeans off each leg. Mary dropped the jeans and sat down. "I'm going to open for two," Mary said. Could Mary win a big enough pot here to take our side bet? I didn't think so, or at least I hoped not. With just a pair of queens, there was nothing I do about it, so I folded. Jill looked at Mary, then at her cards. She picked up the last two chips in front of her and held them between her fingers while she studied Mary. "I'll see the bet," Jill said with some hesitation in her voice. This was an interesting development. Both Mary and Jill were now without chips. Whichever one lost was going to have to take her bra off to get the must open bet for the next hand. We were going to get to see another pair of breasts before the game ended. Rick and Sally quickly folded. Kevin smiled as his eyes went back and forth between Mary and Jill. Kevin clearly had more chips than anyone else in the game. "I'm raising two," Kevin said, confidently placing four chips into the pot. Did Kevin actually have anything or was he just trying to force Mary or Jill to bet their bras? Kevin had taken three cards. Given the size of the pile of chips he had, he might not have anything, but things were certainly getting more interesting. Carrie and Fred both quickly folded, bring it back to Mary. Mary starred at Kevin. If Mary folded, she would have to sell her bra for the must open bet next hand, so one way or the other she was going to have to show us her breasts. I had, of course, seen them in last Saturday's game, but the bulge in my jockey shorts was getting bigger anyway. Mary stood up, and reached back behind her to unfasten her bra. Holding the bra against her chest with one hand, she worked her arms out of the two straps. She looked up, then dropped the bra away from her breasts to the cheers from Kevin and Rick. Her breast sagged slightly as the bra set them free, and they bounced as she quickly sat down next to me. I had seen Mary's breasts from across the room last week, but sitting on the floor beneath them made them look even larger. Mary gave me a shy smile. Everyone now turned to Jill. Would Jill bet her bra too? If she didn't she would have to sell it for the must open bet next hand. Of course, if she did bet her bra this hand and lost the pot, she would have to sell her panties next hand! I then realized the reverse was also true. If Jill won this pot, Mary would have to sell her panties next hand! I had feared the game would end with none of the girls having showed anything, but things were looking up. Jill was looking at Mary. Obviously, Jill had completely discounted Kevin too. What did Mary and Jill have? Did they both have three of a kind? If they did, Mary's was probably high because she had opened. How high was Jill's three of a kind? "Well, I'm sure I got you beat," Jill said as she stood up. "So guess I have to see your bet." Jill reached back and unfastened her bra. Jill took the strap off her left shoulder and pulled the bra quickly away from her chest. Kevin, Rick and even Fred cheered. From my vantagepoint on the floor next to Jill I could see why. Jill's breasts were the biggest I had seen during my brief strip poker career. All I could think of was watermelon halves, but they weren't quite that big. Without the bra for support, Jill's breasts drooped noticeably. Jill sat down and finished threading her bra off her right arm. "Ok girls, say goodbye to your bras," said Kevin. "A full house." Kevin laid down three kings and a pair of two's. "Ohhhhh," cried Jill as she dropped her cards. I looked down at her cards, and all I saw was a pair of eight's. Then I realized they were all spades. Jill had a flush. Since this was a two-deck game, you could have a pair and a flush in the same hand. "Not so fast," Mary said calmly as she spread her cards. "Four jacks" Mary had quad jacks and Jill a flush! Now I could understand why they had bet their bras on this hand. Mary grabbed her bra and put it back on. Then she gathered in her winnings, putting two chips back in the bank for her bra. As she stacked the chips, I tried to compare my chip count with hers. It looked like I was still a few chips ahead in our side bet, but it was now close. Mary gathered up the cards, shuffled them and dealt out what would probably be the last hand of this game. I picked up cards and this time I had a king, jack, ten, three and two. This did not look very promising. I passed. Jill still looked upset about having lost the previous hand. She also passed. Rick and Sally passed, but Kevin opened. Carrie tossed her only chip into the pot for her opening bet. If Fred won this hand and prolonged the game, Carrie would lose her panties on the next hand. I found myself hoping this would happen because I wondered if Carrie's pubic hair was red like the hair on her head. Fred tossed his last chip into the pot. "I'm all in," Fred announced. Mary and I both added our opening bets, and then it was Jill's turn. "I still can't believe I lost with a flush," Jill said. She shook her head and slowly stood up. She put her thumbs under the elastic band of her pure white panties and quickly pushed them down to her ankles and then sat down all in a single motion. Rick and Kevin were both cheering. Fred rearranged his legs trying to make sure his erection stayed hidden. Sitting next to Jill I had clearly seen the darker hair of her bush as the panties slipped down her legs, and I could still see the top of it. Mary handed Jill one chip and tossed the other in the pot for her. Rick and Sally quickly tossed in their opening bets. In Sally's case it was also her last chip, but Sally was still wearing her jeans. I took three cards. So did everyone, except for Rick. Rick took two cards. I looked at my three new cards. They were an ace, a jack and a three. I now had a pair of jacks, but this was hardly anything to get excited over. "I'm opening for two," Kevin announced. Carrier folded immediately. "I'm all in already," said Fred. "That's right," Mary said. "We divide the pot. I'll separate Kevin's two chips here." Mary put two chips into a separate pile from the opening bets. "Ok now," Mary said. "I'm going to see Kevin's bet in this second pot." This was trouble. Could Mary have another winning hand? If she won this hand, then she would win our side bet. That would mean I was going to end up jacking off for her after the game, but there was nothing I could do about it with only a pair of jacks. I just had to hope that Kevin or somebody beat whatever Mary had. I folded. Jill, Rick and Sally all folded quickly too. "Ok Mary, I've got a pair of aces and sevens," Kevin said. "What have you got this time." Mary shook her head. "Two pair, kings and sixes," she said as she spread her cards. "Don't forget about Fred. He's still in the pot." "Well... you can forget about me," Fred said, as he threw his cards away. Obviously, he didn't have anything, so Kevin had won the pot, and I had won my blowjob. "Ok Fred," Sally said. "Time to show us what you got there." Carrie and Mary both giggled. "Everyone can buy back as much of their own clothes as they can," Mary said as she started to pull her jeans back up over her hips. I found my jeans and pulled them on. Kevin was also getting dressed again. At this point both Jill and Fred were sans clothes, but Jill still had a single chip left, so she could simply sit in the corner and try to cover up, while Fred would have to stand up and show the girls what they wanted to see. Carrie's attire consisted of only simple white cotton panties with a flower pattern. Sally still had her jeans and a bra. "Ok, before Fred entertains you girls, we should award the underpants to the winners," Kevin said. "It looks like I have the most chips amongst the guys, so I get Jill's panties." Kevin grabbed Jill's panties off the floor. Jill rolled her eyes at the ceiling. This was Jill's dorm room, so she could easily get another pair of panties after the penalty period was over. She was embarrassed about having her panties become Kevin's strip poker trophy. "Mary, I guess you get Fred's underpants," Kevin said, tossing Fred's underpants to Mary. Mary caught them, but looked at them like she wasn't sure what to do with them. "Ok Fred," Sally said. "Enough stalling. Stand up and let's get a good look at you." "Isn't there suppose to be somebody keeping track of the time on this?" Fred asked. "I'll time it with my watch," said Kevin. "Ten minutes starting now." Fred glared at Kevin, then slowly stood up to the loud cheers from Sally and Mary. Carrie tried to clap, but found it difficult while covering up her breasts with her arms. Even Jill smiled, but kept her legs pulled up in front of her. "Ok, let's get some music," said Sally. She turned on the radio and turned the music up loud. "Ok Fred," said Sally. "Let's see you dance." Fred looked at Sally. Reluctantly he began to wiggle a little to the music. His erection waved like a conductor's baton as he swayed back and forth to the music. "No, no Fred," said Sally. "Not like that. Dance like a male stripper...you know..." "Noooo, I don't know," replied Fred. "This is the only way I know how to dance." "That's true, Sally," said Carrie. "He's a lousy dancer." "Why don't you dance with Fred?" Sally asked Carrie. Carrie cleared throat and tightened her arms across her bare breasts. "Why don't you dance with him?" Carrie replied. "Ok, I will," said Sally. Sally walked over to Fred and began to dance very close to Fred. Sally wiggled her hips and bumped Fred erection with her hip. "Hey, no touching," Fred protested. "Geez, lighten up Fred," said Sally. "I just bumped your... your... thingey there by accident." "It is sort of sticking out there Fred," said Carrie to laughs from everyone. Sally began to dance again, wiggling her bra-covered breasts at Fred. "Come on Fred, you can dance better than that," Sally said. "Let's see you wiggle those hips." Fred tried but he just looked more ridiculous with his woody dancing as much as he was. The song on the radio ended and Fred and Sally stopped dancing. Sally walked over and flipped the radio to another station. "Come Fred, keep dancing," Sally said. "Your times not up yet." Sally went over and whispered something to Carrie. Carrie giggled and nodded. "Ok, time up," said Kevin. Sally immediately bent over and scooped up Fred's pants and shirt. Carrie opened the door and Sally ran out the door with Fred's clothes in her arms. "Hey," Fred yelled. "Come back here with my clothes. I was suppose to get my clothes back." "Oh you will get your clothes back," laughed Carrie. "You just have to catch Sally." Sally stuck her head back in the door. "Yoo hoo, Fred, want this," Sally said while waving Fred's pants. Fred made a rush towards Sally to try to grab his pants, but Sally disappeared down the corridor and Carrie pushed Fred on out the door after her. Carrie slammed the door closed behind Fred and locked it. Carrie was laughing wildly, having completely forgotten that she was topless. Rick and Kevin were both laughing hysterically. Jill was laughing too, but was also pulling on some panties she had gotten out of her dresser. Fred started pounding on the door, demanding to be let back in. "Sally's talking your clothes down to the second floor lounge," Carrie yelled. "You can go down and get them." "Come on Carrie," yelled Fred. "At least give me a towel or something." I could hear the sound of girls laughing out in the hall now. "Maybe you should let him back in," said Mary. "No, he can go down and get his clothes," said Carrie with a smile. "Give him some practice for next week's game." How was this practice for next week's game? I would have to ask Mary what that meant. I could now hear even more people in the hall, but they seemed to be moving away from the room. Carrie had now remembered that she was topless and was putting her bra back on. Jill had her bra back on already. "I guess I didn't do very well, did I Mary," asked Jill. "Well... you had some bad luck," replied Mary. Kevin and Rick unlocked the door and started down the hall after the noise to see what was happening. "I should have known better than to bet against you," said Jill. "Now my panties are probably going to be on display all over campus." "You've got to be more careful," said Mary. "Don't bet so much when you don't really need to." "Why did you bet on that hand, Mary?" Jill asked. "You didn't need to either. Was it just the hand that was too good not to bet?" Mary smiled. "I had a side bet with Larry I was trying to win, but it looks like Larry won anyway." Jill looked at me. "What kind of side bet?" Jill asked. Mary shrugged. "You know..." "Oh..." Jill said. "Well, as long as he doesn't tie you to the bed or something..." "Shhh," said Mary. "Don't give him any ideas." Tie Mary to the bed, now that was an interesting idea, but what exactly could we do after I tied Mary to the bed? The only thing I could think of was the one thing Mary had made clear we were not going to do. "Come on Larry," said Mary. "Let's go." "Don't forget your trophy here," said Jill, pointing to Fred's underpants. "Oh," said Mary picking them up. "Maybe I'll start a collection of these." I had my shoes back on now so we headed out of the room into the now deserted hall. Just before the stairs we ran into Sally, still wearing just her bra and jeans heading back towards Jill's room. "Hey, what happened," Mary asked. "Oh somebody gave Fred a towel," Sally replied. "Still got a big laugh down in the lounge with just his towel though." "That was kind of mean," said Mary. "Well...yeah," smiled Sally. "But Fred deserved it. He told lots of guys he was going to beat some girls at strip poker tonight and make them run back to their rooms naked." "I hope Fred doesn't try to extract too much revenge on you and Carrie," said Mary. "Oh, don't worry about that. We can handle Fred," Sally said as she walked off down the hall towards Jill's room. "Are they really going to play in next weeks game?" I asked, after Sally was out of earshot. "After that, I'm not sure," said Mary. As we headed down the stairs we were passed by a group of five or six giggling girls talking about the guy in a towel who had claimed he lost his clothes playing strip poker. We finally got back to Mary's room, and let ourselves back in. "Ok, poker shark you won our little bet fair and square, so what little `favor' did you have in mind?" Continued in Chapter 9 -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----