Karaoke Nights


I am a self-confessed sing -along junkie. I am so addicted to it, that I have my very own magic-mike karaoke system at home, that allows me to sing along to literally hundreds of songs at a push of a button. My karaoke system is also special, in that it has a built in scoring system that rates your performance from 0 to 100 and, therefore , lets you know whether you did the song justice, or should keep your day job and forget making a career out of singing. 

For all you other karaoke aficionados out there, I'm sure you're no doubt familiar with the fun and joy of singing the night away together with friends in drunken get togethers , competing in impromptu singing contests , where the winner is determined by the highest score. However, little did the inventors of the magic-mike karaoke foresee, that their scoring system could be used for other, much less wholesome purposes. . . Strip Karaoke. As my poor hapless GF found out to her extreme embarrassment one night.

About six months ago I hosted a small party at my house. Aside from H who was my hostess , there were five other guests, two guys and three girls. They were my very close friends whom I knew and hung out with since college, even before I started going out with H. In fact, one of the girls Karen was even my ex GF in College and a member of the sister sorority of my fraternity. Fortunately, we were able to part amicably and have remained the best of friends thru the years. I sometimes feel though that she somehow would like us to get back together again . 

As for my other guests, the two guys were Mon and Jim. They were my batch mates when I entered the fraternity and we have remained inseparable since then. The two other girls were named Suzy and Jen. Like Karen, they were our sorority sisters and are currently seeing Mon and Jim respectively. So you see, my guests were really more of my friends than H's, whom I met only later after graduating and is a bit younger than us.

Like me, my friends were addicted to karaoke. Since we met at school, we have spent countless times singing the night away in drunken abandon. It was a wonder we were able to finish our schooling at all , considering we spent most of our time partying and having fun than hitting the books.

Anyway, going back to the party, after everyone had had their fill of free food and drink at my expense ; we gravitated towards the den were my karaoke system was set up for the customary party entertainment. Now, although H honestly did have a lovely voice, she really was not into karaoke singing , but merely tolerated this seemingly rabid obsession of mine. Being rather demure in nature and quite shy , she hardly ever sang during parties and mostly preferred to sit appreciatively listening at the back, since in her own words she really would not like to make "a fool of myself" in front of others. (Little would she know that exactly was what was in store for her later in the evening.) 

After taking our seats around the coffee table, I passed around the accompanying song book to my system to enable my guests to chose the songs they would want to sing. As the others were rifling through its pages and jotting down the access codes of their songs, I think it was one of the guys who jokingly suggested that we play a stripping game instead of the usual community singing. Now, my friends and I had played a few games of strip poker in school so the idea was not really new nor outrageous to us. Although H's face did sport an initial shocked look when the proposal was made.

While the rest of us were still contemplating what to do, Suzy commented that it may indeed be fun if we would be able to make a stripping game of Karaoke , to liven up tonight's entertainment more. Her comment was heartily well taken by the rest of the group who enthusiastically agreed to join in , with the initial exception of H, who at first did not want to play but , in the end reluctantly agreed to do so as well, as a favor to me and in order to fit in more with my friends. Of course, we must never forget to thank all the margaritas she had drunk for allowing her to come to this decision, as they undoubtedly did more to shape her thinking process than anything else.

Following a brief and very animated discussion, we agreed to adopt the follow rules :

1.Each player gets to pick three songs from the song book. One to be sung bythemselves. The second, which either sex must be able to sing, to be mixed together with the others in a pot and drawn , to see who would have to sing it. And, the third, again to be sung by another player, this time drawn before hand by lot.

2.The players would then, alternately, sing one song till everyone has had his/her turn at the mike.

3.After each round the scores of the players would be compared and the one with the lowest score would have to strip an item of clothing. In addition, the one with the highest score gets to choose a player to strip an item of clothing, who may or may not be the player with the lowest score.

4. Finally, after everyone has sung, each player's scores would be added up and the one with the lowest cumulative score would have to remove two items of clothing and the one with the highest score, choose someone to strip two items of clothing. Again, this may or may not be the person with the lowest cumulative score. .

Before we began, I think it was Karen who raised the question of what would happen if the one who had to strip was already naked and had no more clothes to lose. It was then that Suzy suggested that that person must do a forfeit for every article of clothing that should have been removed, to be determined by the winner of the game. Everybody agreed. 

It was also pointed out that since there were seven of us, there would be a problem pairing up for the third round. This was easily resolved when it was universally agreed that since I had generously forked the bill for tonight's festivities, then I should gain a bye in the third round and automatically be awarded "95" points. It should have been a perfect "100" points in my book but my two buddies hemmed and hawed a bit. 

Other last minute rule changes adopted were:

a.In addition to having to take something off, the loser of each round would have to down a shot of tequila; and the winner thereof do a body shot on any of the other players, or direct somebody else do it .

b.Anyone who fails to score at least a "90" per round would again have to strip an article of clothing, while those with a score less than "75" must remove two. The stripping to be done immediately after the score is displayed. 

c.It was further agreed that anyone with a total cumulative score of less than "250" must strip three items of clothing, regardless of whether they are the lowest or not. However, if it is the one with the lowest score that is less than "250", then he/she Must remove three more items in addition to the two for having gotten the lowest cumulative score. 

After finally agreeing to the rules, the six participants for the third round were made to draw the name of the player who would be singing the song of their choice. No doubt, having foreknowledge of who will be made to sing his choice, gives a person here the actual power to manipulate the other's performance for the round, depending upon how easy or hard his song is to interpret. song of choice is to interpret. Of course the same cannot be said for the one who has to do the actual singing, since he has no idea whose song he has to sing until its actual performance itself. The players sneaked surreptitious glances among themselves as they silently marked the person whose fate in the round rested in their hands. 

All of us then picked two songs each from the songbook , the title of one we wrote down on a piece of paper and put in a bowl for drawing in the second round. We also proceeded to draw lots to determine the order in which we would be singing.

Before we started, we all took stock of each others clothing and determine the number of items to remove. It was decided that we each could lose a maximum of six (6) items , including jewelry and clothing accessories, which only counted as one.

For tonight's affair, both Karen and Jen came stylishly dressed in pants and long sleeved tops which greatly accentuated their long svelte figures. As such, they had their jewelry, shoes, pants, blouse and underwear (bra and panties) to lose, if ever. Suzy on the other hand came prettily attired in a matching blouse and skirt, which together with her shoes, stockings and panties and bra, similarly gave her six items to discard, in case she fails to perform well this evening. For us three guys, well we all seemed to be identically dressed in long-sleeved button down shirts and pants, and therefore could remove our shoes, socks, shirts, pants undershirts and underwear if needed.

As for H, she came exquisitely attired in a sleeveless one-piece dress in which she looked utterly beautiful and made her look smashingly sexy. Though she was more petite than the other girls, the swell of her breasts appeared more pronounced, most probably due to her size. Anyway, in addition to her dress, H had on her jewelry, shoes, stockings, strapless bra and panties, which she hoped she wouldn't have to part with. 

The contest was kicked of by Karen who chose a song from the musical "Cats" which she sang flawlessly and to the thunderous applause of her audience. She earned a perfect score of "100". She was then followed by Jen who chose a jazzy number made famous by the Polish singer Basia, and was equally rewarded with another perfect score. As a rule, players in this round tend to choose songs they are most familiar and comfortable with, since this would allow them to really pile up the points to cushion whatever unforeseen circumstances that may arise during the succeeding rounds. Thus, it really should come to no surprise that there would be a lot of perfect scores in this round, it being more the rule than the exception. 

Mon attempted to duplicate the impeccable performances so far by dishing out one of the more popular tunes by The Calling. Unfortunately , he came up just a point shy and was given a score of "99". He was thereafter followed by Jim who sang an old Rupert Holmes classic, for which he garnered a "98". 

It was now H's turn . Like Jim, she chose a slow sentimental number by the Brazilian chanteuse Astrud Gilberto. Although the song itself was quite simple and perfect for her voice, , her timing was a bit off, due most likely to her nervousness, and she missed a few of her intros. As a result, the machine gave her a score of "89" for her efforts. 

When H's score flashed on the screen, the boys started cheering and chanting "FIRST BLOOD!!!" to the accompaniment of slight giggles from the other girls, who tried unsuccessfully to maintain a straight face and sympathetic look on them.

Since under the rules, H would now have to remove an article of clothing, she nonchalantly kicked off both her shoes and insouciantly stared back at all the grinning faces around her, bravely determined to carry on the fight in her stocking feet. If she only knew what the rest of the night had in store for her.

It was my turn after H. Being a little distracted by the loss of H's shoes, I lost my concentration for a second and was really lucky to get away with a score of "97". The first round ended with another awesome performance by Suzy, whose jazz number was awarded a perfect score as well. 

So pursuant to the rules , H had to once again remove an item of clothing, having scored the lowest in the round. What is more, to the utter enjoyment of the guys, she was likewise told by Jen to remove a third item. 

When H tried to protest, it was pointed out to her that since the three other girls had gotten the same scores, then they are all considered the winners of the round, therefore allowing any of them to choose who is to do the stripping. Or, would she prefer that all three of the winners be allowed a choice each, which may or may not be directed to only one person. Realizing that she may find herself worse off, H wisely shut up and said no more. 

If at first H had doffed her shoes with nonchalance , the same could not be said now as she nervously removed each and every piece of jewelry on her and slowly rolled her stockings down and off her legs. This therefore left her with only three pieces of clothing on. Her dress, bra and panties.

Following her removal of the required number of clothing, it was now time for H to take a shot. She quickly gulped down the fiery liquid handed her, no doubt in an attempt to calm herself , which immediately caused her face to take on a flush complexion. Or maybe this was due to the feeling of dread inexorably building up inside her for the next round.

As for who was to take the body shot, the winners of the first round shortly conferred among themselves and for a change, directed me to take it. And, to my delight, I was to do so on the neck of H. So upon the instructions of Karen , H was made to sit perfectly still while a briny mixture of salt and lemon juice was smeared right along the side of her neck where it connected to her right shoulder. And could do nothing but squirm helplessly beneath me, as my flickering tongue suckled against her and hungrily lapped off all traces thereof from her delectable neck. I'm proud to say too that my ministrations caused her to let out an appreciate moan or two, which to her embarrassment, did not escape the others' attention.

The second round was again dominated by the girls. In fact, for most of us , it was not much different from the first, except perhaps for H, as it proved to be much more disastrous for her.

In the same order as in the first round, the second was started off by Karen with Jen immediately following thereafter. Being fortunate to have drawn songs that they were both very well familiar with, they drew identical scores of "98". They were followed by Mon and then Jim who, though giving their all, came up short, only achieving scores of "97" and "95", respectively.

When it was H's term, she drew a ballad that was first sung by Tracy Chapman and later remade for a popular boy band to perform. Unfortunately for her, the song was too low for her voice range. Needless to say, her performance left much to be desired and was given only a score of "74".

You could almost here a pin drop when H's score flashed on the screen and all eyes in the room turned on her. In reaction, H just seemed to collapse on herself. Like an ostrich hiding its head on the ground, H bent over and completely covered her face with the palms of her hand, slowly shaking her head from side to side, seemingly in disbelief of her endless misfortunes.

Although under the rules, she should have now taken off two pieces of clothing as a result of her score, I tried comforting H by requesting the others to instead allow her to do so after the end of the round. Taking pity on her, the others readily agreed. 

It was my turn after H. After giving her a reassuring hug and tap on her back, I took the mike and belted out the song I had drawn. I scored a "97". The second round ended with another sterling performance from Suzy who scored a "98", the same as that of Karen and Jen.

With the lowest score of "74" in the round, H was now required by the rules to remove her last remaining three items of clothing. This would leave her with absolutely nothing on and utterly naked before the others, who still have yet to shed a single piece of clothing. Again as a consolation to her plight, H was allowed to drink her shot first before having to strip. In addition thereto, the winners of the round again after a brief consultation, allowed her to do the requisite body shot, this time on my neck. 

In exact replica of what had happened at the end of the first round, H immediately gulped down the shot of tequila that was handed to her. She likewise just swallowed the contents of the shot glass given her for her body shot, quite forgetting that she had to lick that salty concoction daubed along my neck. She eventually remembered and did so after the lapse of a few seconds. Though her tongue and lips felt terribly dry and clammy as they brushed against my neck, this did not repulse me, but made me even love her more, as her seemingly endless plight continued to endear her to me.

After H had had her drink, it was now time for her to take of her remaining clothes. With a dazed and lost look on her face she slowly walked to the center of the room and stood before the others. Like an automaton, she reached back behind her and slowly, oh so slowly drew her zipper down till it could go no further. She then shrugged off the straps of her dress from her quivering shoulders and down her arms, moving its descent down her body with gentle pushes from her hands, till the dress lay in a puddle at her feet.

With the loss of her dress, H was left standing in only her strapless bra and thong panties. Again, with a lost and forlorn look she reached back to unclasp her bra and immediately draped her other arm in front of her chest, as soon as the cups of her bra started to fall. After dropping her bra, H hesitated for a second before she moved her free hand to the side of her thong. Blushing terribly and hoping no doubt for the earth to suddenly open up and swallow her whole, H slowly turned around to avoid having to give the people around her a direct view of her pussy and woodenly tugged down at the sides of her thong till they reached the middle of her thighs, and she had to lift her knees one at a time, to be able to pull her last remaining item of clothing free from her. I don't know whether she was aware of it, but by doing so, she gave us all an unobstructed and panoramic view of her luscious ass. I doubt whether the other guys remained unaffected by the awesome sight of my GF's stripping herself naked, since I sure was.

With her panties finally pulled free, H slowly turned around to face the rest of us. In the classic ENF position, she stood before us with downcast eyes in all her nakedness. Her stance brought to mind the image of the main subject in that Renaissance masterpiece The Birth of Venus by Botticelli , who was similarly posed but had the benefit of strategically placed wisps of hair, to help hide her nakedness.

For a time ,the room remained as quiet as a tomb as the people around her, at least the guys present, continued to savor each and every detail of H's nudity. But then the spell was finally broken when one of the girls, I think it was Karen, told H with a gloating tone to her voice, that since she had been picked by them to remove another piece of clothing , she would now have to do forfeits for the rest of the evening. This elicited an outbreak of cruel suggestions from the other girls who vigorously nodded their heads in complete agreement. As for my two buddies, though they were not as vocal as the girls, I am sure they too were looking forward to relishing the latest predicament H found herself in, though you would not be able to tell from the sheepish grins pasted on the faces. Just like mine.

Upon hearing Karen's latest pronouncement H finally snapped. With her arms wrapped around her and eyes desperately averted to avoid the taunting gazes of the people around her , she ran pell-mell away from the den and into my room, slamming the door loudly in her wake. Caught by surprise by the suddenness of her move, I was unable to immediately react and follow her to her refuge.

Thinking that she had locked herself in, I was just about to kick the door in, when by chance my hand providently turned the knob and found it unlocked. Upon entering the room, I found H cowering behind the bed sobbing inconsolably.

Looking down upon the pitiable state of H, my mind was filled with no other thought , and that was I had to hold and comfort her. So taking her into my arms, I drew her tightly against me and tried to offer solace by whispering heartfelt endearments in her ear, in order to soothe her broken spirit. Although at first she showed no sign that my efforts was having any effect on her, as her body continued to convulse with each and every sob, she eventually was able to calm down, and lie immovably against me.

While she laid in my arms , I detected her breasts to be surprisingly erect. Finding this strange, I allowed one of my arms to surreptitiously rub against her bosom, and found her nipples to be not only stiff, but rock hard even. As my curiosity got piqued with this discovery, I then slowly inched my hand down the length of her bare body till I reached the silken hairs of her pubic mound and found that she indeed was sopping wet and must have really been turned on by the turn of events so far. In fact, her true state of arousal was undeniably confirmed when she shamelessly impaled herself on the readily available fingers of my probing hand. Humping them passionately, in a frenetic attempt to make herself cum.

I could not help but be fascinated by the animated expression on H's face as she unabashedly fucked herself on my hand. With her eyes tightly shut and the tips of her pearly white front teeth peeking out while she unconsciously chewed on her lower lip, she appeared quite oblivious to the rest of the world, as she tried to fully savor the exquisite pleasure she was bringing upon herself.

Though I admit, that at first I had every intention of allowing H the orgasm she craved, I decided to act otherwise and resolved to deny her flesh the release it so desperately sought, since it became quite clear to me that she was really getting off on the intense humiliation she had so far undergone , and would no doubt relish it even more, if it were to continue. Besides which, truth to tell , I too was getting incredibly turned by the prospect of prolonging my Gf's ignominy, especially at the hands of others.

Having so decided, I resolutely drew my intruding fingers from out of her , now heavily coated with her essence . In reaction , Her eyes flew open in utter disbelief as my hand drew away, and later tearfully tried to meet my gaze , as she pitifully begged me for release. To entice me further, she even brazenly spread her legs and propped her middle up high, as an open invitation for me to penetrate her still.

However, rather than give in , I merely shook my head and brought the fingers of the hand she had used to pleasure herself with to just beneath her nose, to allow her to breath in her heady scent , before I gently pressed them against her lips , and instructed her to suck.

Though initially hesitant to comply, H eventually obeyed my command. Starting off with tentative licks along the length of each finger with the tip of her tongue, her adoration of them steadily progressed, till they all ended up deep in her mouth, as she hungrily suckled on each and every digit, effectively washing away any and all traces of her on them. 

Once I felt my fingers sufficiently cleaned, I drew them from her mouth and bent down to kiss her deeply on the lips, tasting her for the first time that night, as she lay squirming beneath me. Alas, before things could go any further, we were rudely interrupted by a series of soft taps on the door, which caused H to suddenly break her kiss and cringe away. It turned out to be the Karen, who asked us through the door, whether everything was ok or not.

Thanks to the fortunate interruption, my immediate need for H was put on hold enabling me to push through with my resolve. Accordingly, when she was able to settle down a bit, I whispered to her that it was time to go back and finish the game. Although she was understandably unwilling at first , I was able to convince her to do so, by earnestly professing my love for her and how much happy it would make me feel if we go finish the game. Of course, my constant praise and adulation of how beautiful her naked body looked must have played a large part in breaking her resistance, since I noted that she broke out with a shy smile every time I said it. 

To my delight, H started to get up on her own, without need of any assistance from me . In fact, she was already fully on her feet and standing over me, before I had even started to slowly raise myself from the floor, needing a boost from my arm which had been propped up on the bed. With a final kiss of encouragement on her lips, I turned her around to face the door and at the same time pulled her arms to her side, before inviting whoever was outside to enter.

The sudden change in the expression on the faces of Karen and the two other girls who followed her in was enough to tell me that they were greeted by something totally unexpected , as they entered the room. Whereas they may have had at first a look of genuine concern , this instantly gave way to one of incredulous surprise as they took in the breath taking view of my fully exposed GF standing pensively in the middle of the room, head shamefully bent and with arms tensely clenched by her side, forbidden to cover herself with them.

As H was in a rather disheveled state as a result of her breakdown, I requested both Jane and Suzy to help fix her up before she returns to the den. Once the three shut themselves in the adjoining bathroom, I immediately drew Karen closer to me as we walked out hand in hand, and unconscionably betrayed my GF's secret to her. It was only then, upon our exiting the room, that I noticed that all of H's things had been neatly laid out on top of one of the side tables along the hallway.

Karen had remained uncharacteristically silent and in a contemplative mood as we walked towards the den. Upon entering, I immediately informed both Mon and Jim that everything was alright and that H would be rejoining us soon. We resumed our heavy drinking as we sat down to wait for the others to return.

Instead of taking her place in the sofa which she had heretofore been sharing with her friends Jane and Suzy since the evening began, Karen chose to sit beside me in the easy chair which H and I had been sitting in, and joined us in our drinking.

In due time, the three other girls returned. With her medium length straight black hair neatly combed and freshly washed ingénue face bereft of any make-up whatsoever, H looked absolutely beautiful , in her simplicity. No doubt, one could even say she was even virginal in her appearance, were it not for the fact that she was being paraded stark naked into the den in between two stunningly dressed women, so as to negate any semblance of innocence in her situation. Even the squeaky patter of her bare feet as they padded on the polished hard wood floor, stood in mark contrast to the loud echoing clip-clops of her escorts' high heeled shoes.

Out of deference to me, my two buddies tried to avoid openly staring at H as she she stood naked before them. As for Karen, I noticed her face take on a sinister look as soon as my GF entered the room. She also did not get up to allow H to resume her seat beside me. But instead, with a smug expression on her face, she deliberately moved closer to me and put her arm around my shoulder in a proprietary way, and openly flirting with me as she dismissively indicated for H to join the other girls on the sofa, with her other hand. Which, by the way, H resignedly did with nary a protest.

With everybody finally present, it was agreed that we would have a short break to settle ourselves down before proceeding with the contest. So, for the next fifteen minutes or so, we all just chilled out, drinking continuously and talking amongst ourselves, with the possible exception of H who, understandably felt out of place, and mostly kept to herself. 

In between conversations, I was able to observe how deliciously uncomfortable the absolutely naked H looked in between two stunningly attired women. Moreover, I could not help but feel a little guilty for her plight, as I watched her sitting there, shamefacedly avoiding all eye contact and her body all scrunched up, with arms and legs crisscrossed tightly in front of her, in a futile effort to minimize her exposure. Except, that whatever little remorse I did feel was quickly squashed whenever I caught fleeting glimpses of her rock hard nipples, as she nervously took occasional sips from her drink. I wonder if she had been able to notice the absence of her clothing from the room, and whether or not this may have contributed to her sense of unease. 

At one time during the break, the other girls except for H left together, presumably to use the bathroom . Upon their return , they each gave H a knowing look, to the accompaniment of mischievous giggling , acting as if they were all in on a little secret. They also gave us guys a conspiratorial wink before they all sat down on the sofa with H, hemming her in between them.

To be honest, I believe that nothing could be more erotic than the image now before us of a naked and obviously distressed H crowded on both sides by three fully clothed women. A situation which, I am sure, emphasized to her the fact of her singular nudity , especially when the other girls would purposely touch or rub the fabric of their clothes against her bare skin. Karen was even able to aggravate H's anguish ten fold, when she deliberately kept her hand on the top of H's thigh right beside her pussy, while carrying on a long conversation with Jen, who was seated just on the other side of H. H could do no more but terribly blush and fidget helplessly beneath.

Just as we were about to begin the third round, Karen offered H a way out from her enforced nudity. She proposed to the group that if H were able to top her previous score in the second round, then she should be allowed to put her clothes back on and perform whatever forfeits she incurred dressed. If not, then the number of forfeits she would incur for the night would be doubled. Karen even went one step further, by betting H that if she should fail to win the third round, she would join H in doing the latter's forfeits naked. This prompted Suzy to subsequently ask what exactly would H be putting up should she go on to lose the bet ; which Jen as if on cue, immediately answered, by stating that H would then have all her forfeits quadrupled as well as lose ownership of her clothes. 

H sealed her own fate by nodding her head dumbly to the conditions set, totally blinded and unmindful of the dire consequences if she were to lose, as she frantically grasped at probably her last remaining hope to regain her modesty. Thus with this latest challenge duly issued and accepted, we were ready to begin the third and final round.

It was Karen and not H who sat by my side all through out the third round, she having beaten H to the empty space beside me, effectively usurping her place. From her position, Karen kept openly staring at the naked H from head to foot, who was now seated directly opposite her. In exactly the same order as the two previous rounds, the third would begin with Karen, who would now tell the person she drew what song she would like him or her to sing, to be followed by Jen, Mon, Jim, H and Suzy.

With an evil glint in her eye, Karen informed H that she was her pick and therefore was to start the round off. Unfortunately for H, the song Karen chose for her was one of Whitney Houston's more difficult numbers which required a very powerful voice able to extend a particular note for excruciating lengths of time. Needless to say, H proved unequal to the task once again and her dismal performance fell way below her previous score of "74", to the never ending amusement of the other girls. Especially Karen, who celebrated by flashing the "V" sign in the air, either to signify her victory or to emphasize the fact that H's forfeits were now doubled, or both. Clearly in a daze, H just quietly took her seat, shocked beyond reason.

After Karen it was Jen's turn to announce whom she had drawn. After summoning my buddy Mon to the mike, she made him sing a very old Earth, Wind and Fire song with a lot of high notes, which he quite barely was able to reach. As a result, he was only able to make a "90", the lowest score so far for the group, except for H's. But, fortunately for him, not low enough to merit a penalty.

After his performance, it was Mon's turn to designate the next singer. He called upon Suzy and told her to do an award winning anti-war song of The Cranberries. To her credit, Suzy was able to adopt a very credible Irish accent while doing the song, for which she garnered a score of "95". 

After the cheers died down, it was Jim's turn to name the next singer. With a smile, he announced that he had drawn his girlfriend Jen and made her do a rather easy song by Natalie Imbruglia. Unfortunately, Jen was not able to exploit this advantage to the hilt since she sometimes got distracted with its lyrics. Since part of the song talks about having to "lie naked on the floor", she could not help but titter a little as she sung that part, naughtily giving H the eye and while pointing a finger at her. For her efforts Jen received a score of "93".

Following Jim it was now the turn of H to announce whom she had drawn. Zombie like, she identified Jim as the next singer, and assigned him to do a very popular Bon Jovi song , which starts out a bit slow but steadily builds up momentum till it reaches its climax , and again slows down towards the end. I guess H must have found out Jim used to sing in a rock band while we were in college, and was therefore hoping he would be able to win the third round with this song. With Jim scoring a "96", the highest score so far, it appeared that H's gamble may have paid off, and for the first time in quite a while, she was able to relax a bit,.

The honor of being the last pair fell on Suzy and Karen. As Karen took her place before the mike, she was instructed by her friend Suzy to do the German version of this really old rock song, which when translated, is about almost a hundred red balloons flying in the air. Quite a difficult task you would say, had it not been for the fact that Karen was well versed in German, she having taken advance courses in the language while in school , and that the song happened to be one of her all time favorites. Accordingly, she aced the song and to the utter dismay of H garnered a score of "97" ; beating out Jim for the high score.

There being no doubt as to who the winner was, there was really no point in adding up the players scores, so everyone gathered around to congratulate Karen as she sat triumphantly beside me. Even H, who tentatively reached out a hand towards her, but was unable to look Karen, or any one else , in the eye. However, her gesture was barely acknowledged by Karen who responded by giving H a slight nod of the head as well as an obviously fake smile. She even mocked H further, by informing her that she had been chosen to all the additional strippings which the winner of both the round and the overall game can assign, thus earning for H quite a number of forfeits.

After the obligatory round of congratulations, everybody settled down to find out the results of H's disastrous evening . As she was the only one to have even lost a thing and had even incurred all the penalties possible , we awaited with baited breath the how many forfeits she owed Karen, which most likely would be astronomical in numbers.

Being Certified Public Accountants, the task of adding up all of H's forfeits fell on Suzy and Jen, who excused themselves from the group and sequestered themselves in another room, to do the necessary computation. After a while they came back and to an improvised drum roll provided by their boyfriends ceremonially announced with all pomp and , that H owed Karen a total of NINETY SIX FORFEITS. Which, caused H to visibly pale and tremble.

Fortunately though for H it was already quite late and the others really had to leave. As a result, it was generally decided that perhaps it would be better to put off H's having to do all the forfeits owed by her for another day , as it would be impossible for her to complete even a tenth of them tonight. To H's relief, Karen interposed no objection to the suggested deferment, and so thanked her profusely with all her heart for the reprieve. 

However, just as the others stood up to take their leave, Karen suddenly brought up the matter of the untaken drink H still owed for losing the round as well as the body shot which she, as winner of the round, has yet to assign. Thus, to get this finally over and done with as well, H instantaneously gulped down the drink handed her, wincing slightly as the fiery liquid made its way down her throat.

When it came to the body shot, Karen announced to the group that she herself would be taking it on H. Though taken aback by this sudden turn of events, H unresistingly allowed Karen to lay her flat on her back on top of the low coffee table in the center of the room, and made no effort to cover herself back up, when her arms and legs were spread out. 

After positioning H, Karen instructed her friends to take their places on both sides of H , where they proceeded to dip their fingers in a bottle of limejuice before immediately swabbing them in between and all over H's breasts, and following it up with a sprinkling of iodized salt, on the areas so swabbed. Having been caught by surprise, H was slow to respond to this . However, before she could even react, the three other girls surrounding her toasted each other and, after downing their drinks, ravenously pounced on her breasts with their lips, licking and kissing every single inch thereof.

Owing to the suddenness of the assault on her breasts and the intense pleasure she was experiencing as a result, H was unable to detect the sneak attack planned on her pussy by Karen's fingers till it was too late, as they were easily able to break through any resistance, pumping rhythmically deep inside of her,to her sheer delight.

Totally mesmerized and left speechless by the mind boggling spectacle taking place before us, my buddies and I could do nothing but watch with mouths agape, H being fingered to orgasm by another girl while her breasts are being simultaneously eaten out by two others. Little did we know, this would get even better.

After fingering H to distraction, Karen was able to coax H to be the one to finger herself . Thus, she was able to remove her fingers from inside of her, only to have them replaced by H's more than willing fingers, which eagerly took up the pace. In addition, Karen was also even able to make H play with her own breasts, having her wantonly caress and pulling on her own nipples, among a few other things. And so, after a rather concerted effort by the girls to get her going, H ended up being the one who made herself cum , as the other girls abandoned her to be able to watch and enjoy the show as well. H had to an earth shattering orgasm nonetheless , leaving her limp and all splayed out on the table, with legs and arms akimbo.

While H was rather preoccupied with pleasuring herself, the three other girls proceeded to take pictures of her with the built in cameras of their cellular phones. In fact, numerous shots of her were taken ,even up to the time of her climax, which was similarly captured for posterity.

When H finally came to, Karen told her that they had taken pictures of her playing with herself, as insurance for the fulfillment of the forfeits owed. Otherwise, should she fail to do so, they would start sending out the pictures to everyone she knows and even come up with a CD copy of thereof, for further distribution. Though quite upset by this clear invasion of her privacy, H knew she had no other choice but to promise Karen that she indeed would comply strictly with each and every forfeit demanded of her.

After Karen was able to extract H's commitment , my guests all took their leave and thanked me for a very enjoyable evening. Like a good host, I saw them to the door , taking along my naked hostess who I knew would be spending the night with me. On our way to the door, she was not spared having to witness the final loss of everything she had on for the evening, as she tearfully was made to watch Karen pick up each and every item she had lost this evening , including her shoes and little jewelry, to do with as she pleases. I later found out that Karen had great plans for H's things, but that will not be related here, but will be taken up some other time. Suffice it to say, to stop her from crying, I had to promise to buy her new things tomorrow as she had brought nothing else to wear at all.

As H and I stood by the open front door bidding our guests goodbye with the customary exchange of pecks on both cheeks , I could not help but notice how the cool night air had hardened her nipples anew, and could not wait to jump her bones. However, when it came to Karen, instead of doing the customary farewell, she said her goodbyes by playfully honking on one of H's breasts and giving me an exceedingly long and deep kiss on the lips , as a final affront to H, who just and stood there in uncomfortable silence averting eyes. Her antics though did not escape the attention of the others who hooted it up and laughed uproariously on the way to their cars.

So, after my guests were finally gotten rid off, I immediately fell upon H and we made passionately made love to each other the whole night long. Our mutual lust no doubt fueled by the images of her having to endure all things she had to undergo that evening. 

Here's hoping then , that this would not be the last but, with a little help from my friends, be just the beginning of H's adventure, and possibly new way of life.
