The Game of Four-Way Strip Beer Pong

Michelle shoots the ball across the table towards your set of cups with a practiced flick of her wrist. She gives Anthony a satisfied nod as it sinks into your closest cup, and Imogen fishes the ball out, downing the beer in the cup. She looks down at herself, as if considering how she wants to strip.

Like the other girls around the table, she’s dressed in just a top and shorts. With each team having five cups, and each guy wearing a shirt and shorts too, it becomes clear to you somebody’s going to have show some real skin before long. Imogen kicks it off by taking off her dark blue top, revealing her swimsuit body and the electric-blue bra that covers up her tits.

“Swell body,” Anthony calls out, and Imogen drinks in the compliment, blowing a kiss at him.

It’s Savannah’s team’s turn to play now, so Imogen tosses the ball over to her next. Savannah catches the ball, ponders it, and then looks over at the guy next to her.

“You throw, Matthew, I suck at it,” she says.

“You’re going to have to go the next time it comes around,” he says, but takes the ball from her anyways. “Thoughts on who I should target?”

“Hmm… I don’t know,” Savannah says.

“I think I like the idea of Tatiana stripping,” Matthew says, and he tosses the ball towards the team to his left.

It arcs neatly through the air and plops into one of Tatiana’s cups.

“I’ll get you back for that,” Tatiana growls, pulling off her top, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. It’s pretty and a little frilly, both more kinky and girly than you would have expected from her. The guys who’ve stuck around to watch ooh and aah, and you see Imogen start to get a little pouty, mad that she didn’t draw quite the same reaction.

Tatiana wets the ball in a cup of water and takes aim at Matthew and Savannah’s side of the table. Then, she turns around, her back facing the table. She glances backwards—this girl’s crazy, she’s really going to throw it backwards?—and then she throws the ball contemptuously over her shoulder, tossing the ball out like a piece of trash. Against all odds, it flies true, landing into the first of Savannah’s cups.

Savannah sticks her tongue at Tatiana, who dusts off her hands like the feat was nothing. Damn, this girl’s scary.

Off comes Savannah’s white shirt, revealing the similarly white bra that she’s wearing beneath. It’s a modest piece of cloth, but that hardly means much when Savannah is as busty as she is. You hungrily take in her pale tits, well-supported even without the bra, and suddenly feel an urge to grope her, or Imogen, or Tatiana, or anyone—just any chance to feel up that lovely tit flesh.

With that thought swirling in your head, you don’t notice the ping pong ball sailing towards you until it bonks you in the head. You managed to salvage the situation, catching the ball on its way down, and realise with a start that it’s your turn.

There is, at this moment, only one girl left who’s fully clothed, so you do the natural thing and take aim at Michelle’s end of the table. You’re not much good at this game, but Jesus Christ if you don’t want to see Michelle’s tits by the end of the night, so you take a deep breath and line up your shot, squeezing one eye shut.

The ball flies from your hand, gracefully arcing through the air, and then it hits the rim of one of Michelle’s cups. You watch in horror as the ball is knocked askew, flying off to the side. Anthony, standing next to Michelle, manages to stop it with his body, and he fumbles for a moment after it falls to the ground, trying to find your fallen ball.

“Shit,” you curse. “I almost had you there.”

“Serves you right,” Michelle retorts. She gives you the finger as Anthony gets back up again, triumphantly holding the ball up in his hand.

“My turnnn to shoooot,” he slurs.

Without any further warning, Anthony whips the ball across the table, and it hits Desmond square in the chest. The ball pings off his shirt, leaving a slight stain there, and then it drops to the table, bouncing a few times before the guy picks it up.

“Not even close, my man,” Desmond calls out.

“Fuck you tooo,” Anthony calls back, laughing and slapping Michelle on the back.

She looks unimpressed.

It’s Savannah’s turn next, and she rolls the ball between her palms with a good-natured smile, looking around the table for a target.

“I’m gonna get your shirt off, Alex,” she warns you. You smile back at her, making a bring it on gesture with your hands. She winds up for her throw.

Her throw is, as your high school coach might have put it, ‘a damn good waste of effort.’ As the ball soars left of all your cups, landing somewhere amongst the audience, Savannah covers her mouth with a hand and giggles a bit. She seems a little drunk too, but you don’t mind, because you love the way her tits jiggle under that white bra when she laughs.

It’s Desmond’s turn to throw now, and Tatiana whispers something into his ear. He nods seriously, looks down at the ping pong ball, blows on it for good luck, and sends it out. The ball floats over the length of the table, and plops down into one of Michelle’s back-most cups.

The raven-haired girl looks at the ball in horror for a second, and then a flat expression crosses her face. With one swift motion, she pulls off her tight black top, revealing the dark green bra she wears under it.

“Hey, it matches your eyes!” Anthony cries out, delighted.

Michelle looks a bit embarrassed, and moves to cover up her attention-grabbing chest with an arm while she fishes the ball out of a cup with her other, downing the cup in one quick go.

“Fuck this game,” she mutters, and then she rolls the ball over to Imogen.

“I never miss a shot,” Imogen crows, bouncing the ball on the table. “Anybody you want to see shirtless, Alex?”

“They’re all guys, Imogen,” you reply. “You take your pick.”

‘It’s a tough choice,” she says aloud, and then, whispering into your ear: “It’s a pity I can’t score into our own cup.”

You try to keep your expression neutral as she gives the other guys at the table a once-over, and then she finally settles her gaze on Matthew. He adjusts his glasses as she lines up her shot, trying to disarm her with a lazy smile, but it is for naught. Imogen’s ball flies true and straight into his cup, and a second later, you have your first shirtless guy at the table, much to the delight of the girls, who whoop and holler at the sight of his sculpted bare chest.

Something like ten minutes later, you’ve polished down two cups of beer, and are playing in just your boxers. The others around the table are mostly in a similar state—Desmond and Matthew are down to their boxers too. And of course, since the three of you’ve stripped twice now, so has Tatiana, Savannah, and Imogen, meaning that the three of them are playing in just their panties and bras now.

Much to your delight, their undergarments all match in color. Tatiana’s looking stunning in black, smack talking anyone who seems to look at her for just a second too long, whereas Imogen seems to savour the attention that her electric blue bikini draws. Savannah, for her part, just seems comfortable in her white intimates, playing the game and laughing and clapping whenever someone scores a shot.

Michelle and Anthony are the ones with the most clothes left. Both of them have still got their shorts on, much to Michelle’s delight and Anthony’s annoyance.

“Come on, don’t you want to see a piece of this junk,” Anthony calls out to Matthew, who’s currently rolling the ball between his knuckles.

“Not when there’d be nothing to see,” Matthew retorts, but he turns to face their corner of the table anyways.

He makes eyes with Michelle, pointing two fingers at his eyes and then at her crotch. Michelle stares flatly back at him with such ice that you think her cups might freeze over. Unperturbed, Matthew tosses the ball at them. The ball lands squarely in a cup.

“Gotcha, missy,” Matthew laughs, high-fiving Savannah.

Michelle wordlessly slips off her shorts, and Anthony immediately lets out a piercing wolf whistle, turning heads from across the room.

“A sexy little green thong!” he cries out, and despite his drunkenness, you find yourself agreeing with his assessment.

Who would have known that Michelle would be the type? But now you see the thin green strip of fabric stretching across her pussy mound, making it clear to the world that she shaves down there. Michelle stares at the rest of you again, daring anybody to make a comment, but nobody does. She nods, as if expecting that to be so, and finishes off the cup the ball landed in with one smooth motion, pouring the **** down her throat.

“Your move, Tatiana,” she says, passing the ball to her.

Tatiana looks around the table.

“Should I make Imogen strip? Or Savannah?” she muses aloud. “They’ve both got great tits."

She has the power. If she makes the shot at one of them, a bra is coming off, and you quietly urge yourself not to pop a boner at the thought. Everybody would see!

“Hmm… or maybe, I want to see Michelle topless,” she says. “But that would mean Alex would have to land his next shot in Michelle’s cup, and you haven’t made a shot all game long, have you, Alex?”

“Fuck off, I’m nailing this next one, and you know it,” you say, projecting a sense of bravado that you definitely don’t feel inside.

“Just be happy your partner’s all too happy to keep stripping,” Tatiana says, and Imogen responds by giving her the finger.

With that, Tatiana turns back to the table. She looks across its length at Michelle and Anthony, wetting the ball in her last remaining cup, and taking her sweet time. She’s a pro at this game, clearly practiced after countless nights playing the game, and she hasn’t missed a shot thus far.

Her next one flies true too. The ball drops straight into their cup on the left.

Anthony’s already pulling off his pants, tossing it to the side, when you realise with a start that its your turn to shoot.

The bases are loaded, so to speak—if you can land the ball in any of these cups, you’re going to be seeing a delightful nipple or two tonight. Anthony tosses you the ball after downing his cup, and you catch it, rolling the ball between your palms.

The pressure’s on.

Savannah +5
Michelle +5
Tatiana +5
Imogen +5