The girl with the long, dark hair lost again. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing whatsoever underneath. Her small, firm breasts were the same golden color as the rest of her skin, with the aureole a darker chocolate brown. All that she had left now was a pair of small, white cotton panties.

While he looked admiringly at the breasts just revealed, caressing their curves with his eyes, the black girl to his right shuffled the cards for the next round of their game. So far, it was just plain strip poker, but the girls, when they persuaded him to join them, had promised him some interesting variations later...

It was late at night; he had just been about to leave the party when the four girls had come up to him. They were the only people still in the house, all the other guys having left already. After some embarrassed giggling and shuffling among the girls, none of whom looked more than twenty or so, a year or two younger than he was, a tall blonde asked him if he wanted to play strip poker with them.

He hesitated briefly, wondering what they were up to. Apart from the hostess, a petite brunette named Miriam, with long, curly hair and large breasts, he didn’t know any of the girls. They all appeared fairly drunk and in a mood for mischief. But the blonde, seeing his hesitation, stepped closer and, putting her arms around him, promised him a real interesting game. He could feel her pointed breasts rubbing against his chest, and, controlled by the immediate reaction between his legs, he heard himself say yes.

The five of them went into the living room and sat down on the soft carpet covering the floor. The hostess, sitting on his left, brought a pack of cards and started shuffling them. To his right was the black girl, and next to her the golden-skinned, vaguely oriental girl with the long dark hair. The blonde sat between the hostess and the oriental, completing the circle. After he had cut the cards, they all got five cards each, and the game started.

The black girl immediately lost the first two rounds, but all that cost her was a pair of socks. “That’s not fair, Jessie,” complained the blonde, “both I and Mi Ling were barefoot from the start.”

“So? Too late now, Anna, should’ve said that before we started. Besides, you’re wearing a bra, and I’m not.” And it was quite evident that she wasn’t, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her blouse. “And how about you, Miriam, what do you have under that fancy dress of yours?”

Miriam was wearing a short, red, off-the-shoulders dress, with black pantyhose covering her legs. “Soon enough you’ll know,” she said. “Let’s get on with it now, I want to see some action. Come on, John, you deal.”

He did, and the game went on. In the next few rounds, he rapidly lost both his socks and his shirt. Jessie offered to help him with the shirt, and he let her do it, stroking the hair on his chest while unbuttoning it. He then reciprocated when she lost her shorts, taking the opportunity to feel her ass through the lacy pants. Also, Mi Ling had to take off her jeans, but declined his offer to help, and Miriam lost her pantyhose.

Mi Ling lost again ... He tried not to stare too obviously when she took hold of her t-shirt and started to lift it, her slender hands revealing a widening band of golden skin around her waist. But she noticed his glance anyway, and returned a smile at the same time shy and inviting.

Next, Anna lost for the first time. With a smile, she reached under her skirt and pulled down her pants, giving him a brief glimpse of long, slender thighs and just a hint of blond, curly hair, before the skirt fell down again. She then lost twice more in succession, first taking off her blouse, then moving over to him, asking him to unclasp her bra. He reached around to her back, opened it, and slid it forward with his hands underneath, feeling the smooth, silky texture of her skin under his fingertips.

But when his hands approached the round curves of her breasts, she quickly moved back out of his reach, saying, “Look but not touch, Johnny - or not yet, at least.” She shook her shoulders, making the bra fall to the floor, riveting his eyes to the movements of her proud, naked breasts, the small, hard, red nipples making a nice contrast with the pale, creamy skin.

And now it was Jessie’s turn to show what caused the strain on her blouse buttons. She slowly undid one button after the other, and when all were open, she turned to John with an inviting smile.

He put his hands inside her blouse, around her waist, and then moved them slowly upwards, stopped for a moment cupping the swellings of her breasts, with his thumbs on her nipples. Then he let his hands continue, softly over her generous breasts and on upwards, sliding the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. He held her hands for a moment, then moved his hands back to her waist, leaned forward, and kissed first one nipple, then the other.

She did not draw back, so he continued kissing and nibbling until her breathing quickened. But Miriam interrupted them; “Hey, time enough for that later! First, we’re going to play the pants off you, big boy.”

True to her word, when it was her turn again, she dealt him a losing hand, but before that, her own pants had come off from under her skirt. Now, wearing only her short dress, with nothing but her round, firm body underneath, she knelt before him and told him to stand up. He did so, and she started to undo his trousers. Before she could pull them down, he felt several more hands sliding inside the waistband.