Stephanie

Stephanie went next. Fred hadn't wanted her sitting beside Booker so he picked Erika. The poor girl ended up slouching with both arms covering her breasts. It was Allyce's guy who stripped Stephanie.

The blonde was perfection. Legs, breasts, stomach, face, ass, all were perfect. Her extra weight, complimented her body making it shake excitingly. Her pussy was shaved too which drove the men crazy. Stephanie sat beside Booker, both staring down the other’s body, their legs brushing erotically. "If you want, sometime I'll let you touch it," he whispered in her ear.

"How long will it stay like that?"

"It won't go down until it gets off."

The nude Matt was getting more beer for someone, and his body suddenly blocked the view from the table. Stephanie grabbed Booker’s cock real quick, squeezed it and let go. "I'm sorry, I just had to touch it."

Booker couldn't respond, because Meat was returning, this time sitting beside Stephanie so that she was in the middle.

The game didn't last much longer, the three remaining girls were topless and poor Erika looked like she'd die if she had to take her panties off. The other guy stripped, his penis even more pathetic looking then Meat's.

The two girls ganged up on Fred and he stripped to his briefs, the bulge under them hinting at another limp penis. Erika seemed to sense he didn't want to reveal himself, and said, "Listen, it's late, lets call it a draw." The others agreed.

Erika scrambled to cover her body back up, then walked over to a still nude Booker. Everyone said their good nights and four couples found themselves headed to two rooms with double beds.

"Where you going?" asked Amanda holding her clothes before her underwear clad body, "and can't you cover up?"

"I'm going to the next room," he said putting his arm around Erika, "and no sense covering up, I'll only be uncovering it again in a few seconds. "You're with him?" Amanda couldn't keep the surprise out of her voice, nor the look of horror on her face. Allyce looked disgusted too, only Stephanie not seeming to care, though she couldn't stop staring at his cock. She had sat close enough beside him to get a whiff of pheromones. "Well, Matt and I are using the room, can't you go back to his house? Can't you come back later?"

"Look at my cock, Amanda," Booker said. "I'm ready now."