When I was 23 years old, I invented the perfect adult party game.
There may be some situations where other games may be preferred, but for my purposes (and probably yours) this was the greatest game ever. I have dozens of friends and partners who will back my claim.
I never chose to share it, rather saving it for my own purposes, but now you will learn the secret that worked so well, so many times for yours truly. It started with a couple of friends, and was refined under use many times and I can proudly state that nine times out of ten, it got me farther with friends and strangers than I ever had before.
Let's start with a simple hypothesis and purpose. I would hazard to guess there are a lot more guys out there that would be willing to play 'adult' games with their friends and neighbors if they could just convince their partners. How do we get those partners to participate?
How do you boil a frog? If you throw him in boiling water, he'll just jump out. But if you put him in water he's comfortable in, he'll just sit there as you slowly raise the temperature, until he's boiled alive.
Combine this concept with just a little bit of misdirection and peer pressure and you're set.
That's all you really need to know to recreate the perfect adult party game.
What? You want more? Ok, let's start from the beginning.
My live-in girlfriend Cheryl had met Denise at work. They had quickly become close friends, and spent most of their lunch hours and breaks together. A lot of people thought they were related, they looked so similar: tall lean blondes, with straight shoulder length hair, and above average, if not huge, breasts. I believe most red-blooded American boys couldn't help but envision a 'twins' or 'sisters' fantasy when they saw these two walking around together. Cheryl knew she was a pretty hot item, but I honestly believe that Denise never understood her own ability to make a man's blood boil.
After they'd been chumming around for a few weeks, we got together as couples and usually had a very good time. Dave and I had several common interests, and he was a pretty sharp guy, with a good sense of humor and obviously similar taste in women. Denise was bubbly and likeable, if not the sharpest tool in the shed, and just a little bit on the naive side. Cheryl wasn't much better in terms of naiveté, but she was sharp as a tack, with an acerbic wit, and a teasing way about her.
We really enjoyed each other's company and over the next few months we found ourselves doing more and more things together. The only detriment to the relationship was that they lived about an hour away, two hours during rush hour.
Cheryl and I had a terrific sexual relationship, she was very accommodating and willing to experiment, and pretty much always ready. I believe Dave and Denise had a relationship almost as good. Over the months, our conversations had gotten a little racier, and Denise was always quick to blush, but eventually even she would joke about a bit. Cheryl and Denise talked about their sex lives, and I would occasionally hear bits and pieces of theirs; it just served to turn me on.
I found myself fantasizing about the four of us in ways I never had before. I imagined having my way with Denise, in every possible position. While lying in bed, even in the after glow of our own lovemaking, I would think about what it would be like to share Denise with Dave, while Cheryl waited her turn, egging us on, knowing she was next. During one of our activities I caught a glimpse of Denise naked after a shower, leaning over adjusting a water knob, and the vision was burned in my brain. Soon, my fertile imagination was hard at work conceiving of a way to bring the group together in a more "intimate" fashion.
We did play the occasional card game, as well as charades, Trivial Pursuit, and a few other games, and although the comments got a little risqué on occasion, no action followed. The subject of Strip Poker had been broached on a couple of occasions before being laughed off by the girls, as if we couldn't really be serious. The good news was that Dave had done the original suggesting.
I let my fertile imagination percolate on the subject for a while, and soon had the first germination of an idea.
Question: Are games fair to all?
Answer: Obviously not. Some people prefer luck games, others knowledge, others skill. Some enjoy Charades, some Trivial Pursuit, others Poker. In our situation, I usually won the trivia games, while Dave's wife Denise loved charades. Cheryl was addicted to card games.
Key Idea: Can we cater to a variety of preferences to eliminate excuses NOT to play?
Question: How do you introduce an adult game to the group?
Answer: Very Carefully. Suggest playing strip poker and get yelled at or teased. Roll out Around the World in Bed, and watch your neighbor's wife stomp out. Maybe you get everyone as drunk as possible, and then suggest turning out the lights and playing hide-the-weenie? There's got to be a better solution.
Key Idea: Is there a way to introduce an adult game that's not an adult game?
Question: Is there any way to eliminate possible initial reluctance especially involving suggestive or sexy situations?
Answer: There's an old saying, "All women are just two drinks away from a girl-on-girl adventure." If this is true, can it be exploited? Some men and women are ready now, but don't want to admit it. Others just don't want to go first. Others just don't want to be the ones to chicken out. Let's take advantage of these mores.
Key Idea: Can built in peer pressure, liquid courage, and self-selective challenges overcome reluctance?
Question: How complex can the game be?
Answer: You've got to be able to teach it in 30 seconds, so nobody can beg the excuse that it's too complicated, and you have to be able to play it drunk off your ass.
Key Idea: KISS - Keep It Simple Stupid
I think the idea came to me late in bed one night, while fantasizing about the four of us. My solution was pretty simple at first, although rather ingenious if I do say so myself.
It was a hybrid of Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Trivial Pursuit, Strip Poker, and many more games, all rolled into one.
I spent a couple of days researching the mechanics and assembling the actual materials, which I did at a very reasonable cost. I started play testing and scrapped two initial ideas before I finally settled on the one that I thought really captured the essence of what I was looking for. After quietly play testing in imaginary scenarios for several more evenings, fine tuning, I went about trying to arrange for the first actual game play.
I had spent more than a month working out the basics of my game, and I felt it was time to give it a try. There was a craft show going on the upcoming weekend, just northwest of Baltimore a little over an hour from my place. I suggested to Cheryl that we invite Dave and Denise to go with us, and that they could spend the night before at our place, so we could get an early start. They'd spent the night at our place several times before, and should be no big deal. The ladies worked it all out, and plans were set for Dave and Denise to come over directly after work. We'd eat dinner out, and stay at our place before leaving the next morning. The scenario was ideal.
I arranged to have lunch with Dave on a Thursday. I'm sure my call surprised him, but I wanted to leave nothing to chance. We typically didn't associate much outside of group outings.
We exchanged pleasantries as we ordered our Barbecue, and found a booth to sit at.
"So Dave, tell me, what is Denise's favorite drink?" I asked him.
"Probably Pineapple Daiquiri's, why?"
"Tomorrow night, when y'all come over, I have a new game that I want to play, and I want everything to be just right, including all the best liquid moral lubricants." I answered with a sly grin.
"Oh really? Tell me more." He leaned over, all his attention off the food for the moment.
"Let's just say that it starts real tame, but it has the capability for unlimited fun, embarrassment and debauchery. I don't want to go into too much detail, but it could get pretty wild. If you could support me on this, I think we may get a chance to see what our girls would be willing to do under the ideal circumstances. I know I'd love to see both Denise and Cheryl pushed outside of their normal 'safety' zone."
"We're not talking Strip Poker or something are we? I can tell you now that Denise will NEVER go for that. I've discussed it in private and she's definitely a no-go." He seemed interested, but worried.
"No, if the game does get wild, it will be so gradual they won't realize it until hopefully it's too late. It's an experiment. If it goes haywire I'm going to claim ignorance about the details of the game. So, what do you think?" I asked.
"Can't you tell me something?" He pleaded.
"In concept it's pretty simple. Each person has a lot of choice in how the game is played for them, and what type of 'forfeits' they pay. There's a gradual increase in penalty, which I have a lot of control over. Consider it a combination of party games you already know, and some more, let's say 'less-inhibited' games."
"Like what's 'less-inhibited'?" He definitely was interested.
"There could be some embarrassing questions, some non-partner physical contact, definitely some drinking, some girl-girl physical contact, even some stripping and more. We may not get that far, but then again, who knows how far it could go?"
"Jesus. That would be cool. And Cheryl is up for this?"
"Cheryl doesn't know either. It's my baby, and only you and I know. I take it you wouldn't mind seeing Cheryl naked, or maybe kissing Denise? Or how about if you had to measure her breasts using your 'tongue' as a unit of measurement?"
"Are you shitting me?" He answered. "I'd probably split my shorts when she opened the first button."
"Like I said, it probably won't go that far, at least not the first time, but the potential exists."
"Count me in. Whatever you need, I'm there. This could be way cool."
"Absolutely." I offered a mock toast with my ice-tea, which he accepted with a shit-eating grin.
Dinner was a huge success. I'd picked a nearby seafood house which I knew had fabulous food, but not too large a serving size. I didn't want anyone uncomfortably full. It was over dessert that Cheryl dropped the bombshell that almost made me call the whole thing off.
"We've got to get back soon," she said after turning down a refill on coffee. "Beth is going to be over before too long, and I don't want her stuck outside waiting for us."
"Beth?" I asked. "Why is your sister coming over?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. She's going to be going to the craft show with us tomorrow, and I figured it would be easier for us all to leave from here. You know what a pain it is for her to get around since she doesn't know the area."
Beth was Cheryl's little sister, just off the farm. She was still a kid, who'd graduated high-school early and decided to go to college near her big sister. She was a few inches shorter than Cheryl, with dirty blonde hair and more curves. She played field hockey, and had a real muscular build, with solid legs. She'd only come to town in the last 3 weeks, and lived on campus about 20 minutes away. She, too, had recently been sneaking into my fantasies, but I hardly knew her as of yet.
On the car ride home, I debated whether to postpone my plans for a better time, but everyone was in such a happy mood, with the girls just a bit tipsy, that I couldn't make up my mind.
With a scrumptious dinner and a couple of drinks under our belts, we were soon reclining in my living room. Beth had not arrived yet. Dave and I normally dressed in suits for work and today was no different, so I announced I wanted to get comfortable before I cranked up the blender. Everyone agreed, and we were soon in our rooms dressing down.
"Are you up to something?" Cheryl asked me as I slipped on some boxers and a comfortable pair of fleece shorts.
"I don't know. But I keep seeing these odd looks, and I could swear you are up to no good." She looked at me with a quizzical gaze.
Damn, she knew me all too well. "Not really, but a funny thing happened at work. You know Lenny, the guy I told you about who once worked for Milton Bradley?"
"Yeah, I remember him, the obnoxious loudmouth." She obviously recalled him from our latest Christmas party.
"He told me about a game he received from a working group he's part of and asked if I could play-test it for him. He says it's a party game. It looks interesting. I told him I was having company over tonight and we went back to his office and he gave it to me." I walked over to my briefcase and pulled out some cards and a spinner, handing them to her. "He called it a cross between a half-dozen party games with a twist."
"So you want to play this tonight?"
"I don't know, but I thought we could at least look it over." I tried to act nonchalant.
The doorbell rang at that moment, announcing her sister's arrival and she dropped the cards on the bed. She had been standing there in her panties, looking at the cards, when the bell rang. She grabbed the shirt I had pulled out for myself and pulled it on, so she could answer the door.
"I guess it's ok, as long as it's not too weird," she said. "But I don't know if Beth should be playing any games that include heavy drinking at this point."
"It's better than watching TV or playing Trivial Pursuit again," I offered.
"Amen to that," she tossed back to me, from the doorway as she headed out to the living room.
INTRODUCING THE GAME
I was the first one dressed, so I headed to the kitchen and mixed up a pitcher of Pineapple Daiquiri's, followed by a pitcher of Strawberry Margarita's, none of them too strong. I also had an ample supply of Budweiser on hand for Dave and Guinness for myself. Beth might be underage, but not in my house. However, she'd have to make do with what everyone else was drinking.
Introductions were made. It was the first time that Dave and Denise had met Beth. Everyone was seated in the living room, drink of choice at hand, when during a lull in conversation, I suggested we play a game that I had just picked up that day.
"It's pretty simple. Each card in these decks has a variety of challenges on them. Before you select your card, you choose which type of challenge you like. There are 7 types. The first three are questions. Number one is a trivia question, two is a tough true/false, and three is a 'word definition' type question. The next three are activity types. There is a charades test where you act out a word or phrase, a celebrity impersonation challenge, and a 'Pictionary' type word you have to sketch. The last is a 'mystery' challenge." I passed around a few of the cards off the top of one of the several decks I had.
"Once you've selected the kind of challenge you're going to do, you draw a card and find out what your actual challenge is. The answers to the questions are on the back of the card.
"If you have a challenge that requires us to guess, you get to select from 1 to 3 'helpers' who do the guessing. If any person gets it right you both get credit for the win.
"After the challenge is over, you pull a card from the second pile, the Payoff. If you failed your challenge you have to perform the penalty on the card. The penalty may require you to spin the dial to select how it's done. If you won the challenge, you get to keep the card. On the bottom of the card is a color. Collect all 7 different colors and win."
"So it should be pretty simple. First, pick the type of challenge; the Spinner has the seven challenges listed around the perimeter in case you forget. Draw a challenge card. If you need a partner select the partner. Perform the challenge. Draw a Payoff card. If you failed the challenge perform the penalty, otherwise you can collect the colors. Collect all 7 different colors and win." Everyone was reading their cards, and I had passed out some of the penalty cards that were getting a laugh.
"Any questions?" I asked.
"What if we don't want to do the penalty?" Denise asked.
"I don't know, let me read the directions." I feigned ignorance. "Ah, it looks like I missed something. Everyone starts with a "Chicken-Out card, which you can use to turn down the Penalty, but you can only use it once. Then there are some "SPECIAL" cards mixed in to the Payoff cards that can change the game, and that includes more "Chicken-Out" cards. It says here you can also decline a penalty by taking a drink, answering a question, and drawing a second penalty card. The second penalty is done or you are out of the game. Finally it says that you can 'barter' to have someone else do the penalty for you."
"Barter? How?" Cheryl asked.
"I don't know, it doesn't say." I improvised. "Maybe you can offer to do one of theirs later, or exchange SPECIAL cards, whatever makes sense."
"Why are there so many decks?" Denise asked this time, peering at the half-dozen separate stacks held together by rubber bands.
"The colors of the decks show the questions getting more difficult. The colors of the penalties I guess are just more challenging as well. I figure we just start with the easiest. As you run out of cards, if the game goes on that long, you shuffle in more decks. So, what do you think?" I asked, looking around and hoping for the best.
Beth spoke up, "Sounds fun to me, I've never really heard of a game like this, but what the heck."
The other girls looked at each other, and Cheryl was the first to blink. "Sure, why not? If it's stupid or boring we can just quit and do something more interesting."
Denise answered in kind. "Ok with me, sounds kind of fun."
And so the stage was set for the first playing of my special game.
PHASE 1 - WARMUP
I gave Dave the two Challenge decks to shuffle together, while I shuffled together two Penalty decks and 5 'specials'. The decks had 30 cards. I figured about 30% would be penalties we'd have to do, or about 20 penalties, around 4 each. Then out of cards we'd have to advance. I pointed out to everyone the decks had labels; these Payoff decks were labeled "Funny (35 cards)" and "Embarrassing (25 cards)".
We pulled the chairs around the coffee table in front of the couch. I was seated in my lounger, with Beth in a kitchen chair to my left, and Denise on my right on the left end of the couch. Beside her was Cheryl, and Dave was seated in another kitchen chair opposite me. After a "Spin Off" Denise started the game.
The play started out well, with a couple of guessed questions, and Denise acting out "revolving door". During her turn we 'noticed' in the directions there was a two-minute limit on Charades, and a one-minute limit on Impersonations and Sketch. We had a one-minute hourglass-type timer I'd 'forgotten' about. Everyone was soon getting in the swing of things and getting louder and more boisterous.
Four of the Specials were picked up pretty quickly. Two were additional Chicken-Outs, that Beth and Dave picked up, one was a Proxy that Cheryl pulled that would allow her to have someone else take her place as a "penalty partner", and finally I picked up the "Time Warp" which would allow me to change the duration of a Penalty.
The game moved along smoothly, with few questions and no need to review the rules. We'd already been around the whole group about 5 times, and we all got three Color cards pretty quick. Only a few of the 'penalties' were doled out, several drinking challenges (which made up almost a third of the early challenges) one declined penalty involving fingers and noses, a personal question ("When was the last time you peed your pants!") and a silly act, ("Bark like a dog."). The game wasn't taking long, with a large number of the Challenges being word types, and either answered or not in just a few seconds.
On Denise's next turn, she went for an Impersonation and failed on Tom Selleck. Her penalty was the first that was moderately interesting: she had to spin the wheel to select a 'master'. She was a dog and the master had to scratch her belly. Her spin landed on Cheryl. She good-naturedly took up her role on the floor, and Cheryl kneeled down beside her and rubbed her belly. Denise was wearing a loose T-shirt, and as she started kicking her leg out like dog getting scratched Cheryl really got into her part.
"Good girl, that's right, good girl. Momma loves her little puppy, oh yeah." As she rubbed, her hand slipped under the t-shirt caressing Denise's belly. Denise started panting like a dog. "Such a good girl, oh yes. You like that don't you? I know you do. I know what you like. Good girl. Momma's good girl."
It was all supposed to be pretty innocent, but I was pretty damn sure that I'd gotten confirmation that Denise was not wearing any panties under her shorts. It was enough to get my blood flowing. Dave called time after 60 seconds. With a laugh Denise rolled over onto all fours, and started back towards her seat, Cheryl gave her a pat on the rump like a dog, and Dave, Beth and I applauded their efforts. Denise was smiling a big silly grin, while simultaneously blushing.
We answered a few more questions, and after some sketching and miming, Dave failed on his Trivia question. He had to tell us about his first hot kiss, in detail. He didn't fail to deliver.
"I was 14," he started, "and visiting with my cousins Virginia and Patty, and my cousin John. The girls were about two to three years older than us, and had just gotten home from a party where there had been some drinking and they were both pretty drunk.
"We were in the basement, with the house to ourselves; the parents were all at my Uncle's across the street. The subject turned to games and the girls showed us how to play spin-the-bottle. They laughed at our feeble attempts at kissing, then turned down the lights, and gave us a lesson in French kissing. We took turns with the two girls for over an hour. I fell in love with Patty that night; she even let me put my hand in her shirt and feel her breasts. I swear I carried a torch for that girl for years." He finished with a far-off look in his eyes.
"Don't kid yourself," Denise chimed in, "you're still in love with her, and everyone in the family knows it!"
We all laughed at Dave's expense, and continued play. A few more rounds, some more silliness including prank calls, play-acting, and of course more drinking, and we were nearly through the deck. We'd been playing almost an hour and a half, and the time was flying, everyone appeared to be having a great time. We had tried all the various types of puzzles, including a couple of "mystery" challenges, one of which had to do with humming a tune and another that was a word jumble. No one was feeling any pain by now and we'd gone through at least three more drinks each just getting this far. Beth had been drinking pretty hard, and mixing. She was new to drinking, and I encouraged her to slow down. Luckily the frozen drinks weren't too strong up until that point.
PHASE 2 - RAISING THE BAR
The deck was down to less than a dozen cards when Beth commented that it was probably time to shuffle in some more. I grabbed the next set, which included several more "intimate" penalty cards, still nothing even remotely naughty, but involving more personal interaction and some kissing.
Most of us had 4 colors at this time, but it was getting harder to get the colors we needed, when we ran out of cards. I passed the Challenge add-in deck to Dave, and kept the Payoff decks to myself. As we shuffled in the new decks, I pointed out that the Payoff deck was labeled "TEASER", and that I wasn't sure what the name stood for. I added a few more specials to the deck and shuffled them all together. Drinks were refilled once more, as well as a couple of potty breaks taken, and then we started back to play on Beth's turn.
Beth completed her challenge, and drew her card. It wasn't a color she needed, but I saw her read the penalty with interest and a quirky smile before finally discarding the card.
Cheryl failed her Word Meaning question, and had to massage the shoulders of someone not her partner, for one round. For a second I thought Denise was going to get the massage, since she was so accessible next to her on the couch, but Cheryl passed by her and went to Dave. She stood behind his chair while we played the next four turns, paying off her card. He got a fairly good rub, nothing too titillating but nice none-the-less. Denise and I both got our 5th colors that round, and we were starting to distance ourselves. Beth and Cheryl still only had four, and Dave only had three.
Dave almost wrecked a table with a somersault challenge, and I decided to pass on a 'foot-licking' penalty and had to confess that the wildest sex I ever had was in a busy public park, under a footbridge, while people walked by overhead. Cheryl turned bright red, and everyone guessed who my partner had been. There was a general clamor for me to provide more details. Beth offered to give me the "Chicken-Out" she had, since she was NEVER going to use one, if I would tell some details. I looked to Cheryl, who to my great surprise nodded her assent.
"Ok, I was horny as hell, and suggested that my 'friend' and I slip under the bridge. We had only been intimate for a short while, and she was undoubtedly the sexiest, hottest person I had ever been with. She agreed, bless her heart, and when no one was in sight, we scrambled down an embankment, and under the bridge. It was pretty private; someone would have to leave the path and scramble through the woods to see us. I just lifted up my 'friend's' skirt, pulled her underwear completely off and put them in my pocket. She bent over at the waist, and what I thought would be a two-minute wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am became a 10 minute protracted pounding with an incredible blow-job finish." I smiled realizing the several 'drink' challenges must be doing their job, as I was feeling little pain, and probably said a little more than I should have.
We were missing more challenges now, and we were choosing more questions than actions. Dave and Cheryl both drank, Dave having to 'finish' his drink. Denise pulled a challenge, and hesitated.
"So what is it?" Cheryl asked.
"Kiss someone, not my partner." She confessed, looking up.
"C'mon, that's not so bad is it? Just come here and give me a kiss on the cheek." I offered. "I'm not that scary, am I?"
She laughingly came over and leaned over to give me a kiss. I turned my face away offering her my cheek, but as she slowly leaned down, at the last second I spun my head around and caught her lips with mine. Her head snapped back in surprise, and we all laughed. She smacked me on the shoulder, but gave a good-natured laugh as well.
Dave got a challenge and had to remove Beth's shoes and rub her feet. Not too difficult a time, since she wasn't wearing any, having shed hers as she entered. He did an artful job but I don't think anyone missed the growing lump in his shorts. I think that Denise got a little irritated at that one. I realized that pretty soon we'd be removing pieces of clothing, and I did a private mental inventory.
Beth, beside me, was dressed in tight jeans, a simple school T-shirt, and socks. I could see she was wearing a bra. I had to assume she had on panties as well.
Cheryl I knew was wearing a sleeveless scoop-neck tee, baggy shorts, panties, and slippers. She'd passed on the bra earlier, which I was hoping might have some interesting consequences. Her long hair was pulled pack in a ponytail.
On the couch beside me Denise was outfitted in t-shirt and gym shorts that showed a lot of leg, and some big fuzzy slippers. I still hadn't verified it, but I was pretty sure there wasn't a whole lot on under that.
Dave was dressed similar to me, in shorts, shirt, and socks, no shoes. I would have hazarded a guess that he was also wearing underwear.
Denise got lucky and pulled her sixth color on her turn after sketching a steer. The picture she was drawing got a little graphic when everyone kept yelling cow and she added on his naughty bits.
I pulled a penalty, pretty much on purpose, and I was wondering if anyone else was doing that. When I drew my card I pulled the Judge off the bottom of the deck, where I'd placed it earlier. It allowed me to set the card aside, and draw again for my real penalty. I had to kiss my partner, but I had to spin to see where. Cheryl was standing in front of me doing a little pirouette, while I spun. Wouldn't you know I had to kiss her butt? It wasn't really an awful chore, but again, probably the raciest thing up until then. I made a big deal of it, grabbing her hipbones, and placing dozens of little kisses across both cheeks.
Afterwards there were some questions about the card I'd gotten, and we discussed the various 'special' cards we'd gotten so far, even though we hadn't used too many. I don't think they minded my being the Judge, since I was the only one who had really read the directions.
There was a round of harmless Payoffs, and a couple of completed challenges, where Beth and Cheryl each pulled their fifth. Dave did a 'palm reading' for Beth, and it was back to me, giving the smallest person present, in this case Beth again, a piggyback ride. It only went as far as the kitchen where I refilled my drink.
Beth, following me, had to show everyone the color of her underwear. Her pants were so tight I suspected she'd have a hard time pulling them down, but she just opened the top button, pulled down the zipper, and spread the opening apart. She had to pull pretty wide, her underwear was riding really low, but she made sure everyone could see they were baby blue. She zipped back up, but I don't believe she ever rebuttoned her pants.
Obviously things were heating up a little. There were fewer drink cards and more action cards that included physical contact. There was no longer any doubt that both Beth and Denise were definitely drunk, and Cheryl and Dave were not far beyond. It seemed every few minutes Cheryl was flashing an enormous grin at everyone present as if she had a private joke she was sharing with no one. I looked at the clock and realized is was after eleven and we'd been playing for well over 2 hours, and the game was still going strong, if anything, it was getting louder, rowdier and stronger.
After Dave got his question right and got his 4th color (finally), and Cheryl got a drink card that required her to lie down in someone's lap while they poured a shot of drink in her mouth, it was Denise's turn again.
Denise failed to act out "Horny" and pulled a penalty.
She pulled a card that required finishing her drink, and announced she was getting full, and so she opted for a new card.
She said the requisite phrase "I'm not THAT drunk yet," took a sip, and read the Penalty Question - "How many partners have you slept with?"
"Seven", she answered carelessly and grabbed a new card, which she read out loud. "Kiss all the other players, 10 seconds each." She looked a little stunned. "Do you think it really means ALL the other players?"
Dave answered, "I would think so, all the other penalties have been pretty clear so far."
I could see her trying to decide if she'd say no. She had a Chicken-Out she could use, but only the one. I don't think she wanted to be the first to use one. She finally said, "What the Hell," and turned to Cheryl on the couch beside her and gave her a very chaste kiss that we counted down for her. I expected her to turn to me next, since I was next to her, but she got up off the couch went over to Dave.
He gave her a deep kiss and a whispered encouragement before she turned back, walked around Beth and came and stood next to me.
She was blushing deeply. She leaned over and put her lips on mine. I kept my mouth closed, waiting for any encouragement at all. After a few seconds, again counted out by our partners, I felt the tip of her tongue nudge my lip. I answered in kind, just gently probing. During the last few moments I was on the receiving end of a very nice kiss, not too intense, but really nice.
I followed her with my eyes as she turned around and sat on the arm of my chair, facing Beth. I knew I'd have a great view of the action from my front row seat. She leaned across, and with a big open smile Beth leaned forward and met her halfway. Beth turned her lips away for a second, putting her mouth near Denise's ear, only inches from me, and whispered "I've never kissed a girl before." Then she pulled back a few inches, her lips right in front of Denise's.
I was mesmerized as their lips touched and their eyes closed. Dave was counting down the 10 seconds and I put my finger to my lips hushing him. He stopped counting around 5 or 6, and the kiss must have lasted at least 15 seconds. I know that according to Cheryl, Denise had never had any girl-girl experience, and I suspected that Beth hadn't either. You'd never know from that kiss. By the time their lips separated, I had to remind myself to breathe, and I had a hard-on that could pierce steel.
As they separated Dave started clapping and I cut him off. "Hey watch it Bub, that could be US next!" The girls got a kick out of that, and it broke what might have been an awkward moment.
It was my turn next, but I noticed we were down to maybe a dozen cards. The game had advanced almost perfectly according to plan, taking just a little longer than I had expected. It was a great test of my concept, now the question was, did I try to push it to the next level, or did I count myself lucky just to get where we had. This time the little head won out.
"We're nearly out of cards again. Shall we do the next deck? I know that Denise only needs a couple of more colors, and Cheryl, Beth and I are just behind her." I told them, picking up the next deck of Pink Penalty cards and shuffling them.
"Of course," Dave answered from the kitchen where he was opening his next beer. I'd lost count at a six-pack.
Cheryl looked at Denise and me, and answered with a smile. "Why not, it's been pretty fun so far, and I still want to see you and Dave go at it."
"HEY!" Dave yelled from the kitchen, "Let's be nice!"
Beth said, "We're this close to finishing we may as well go all the way."
I thought to myself, "That's exactly what I'm hoping."
Denise was giggling, "Sure why not. What does the winner win, anyway?"
"That's a great question. I just assumed they "won". I guess we could decide on some kind of prize. How about this? We all write down what the winner should get on a piece of paper, and we toss it in a hat. At the end the winner draws the sheet to decide the prize."
That idea went over pretty well. It wasn't part of my original plan, but what the heck. I passed out notepads and pencils and we all wrote down our idea of a winner's prize. There was quite a bit of snickering and giggling going around, and Denise and Cheryl were whispering too much and laughing too hard for my taste, but we soon had the selections filled in, folded and set aside.
PHASE 3 - A PLAN COMES TOGETHER
After potty breaks, refreshed drinks and settling back down, it was my turn. I had shuffled in the new deck, as well as the "Specials", and we were all ready. I failed my challenge, what a surprise, and my first payoff was a steep one. Remove one article of clothing.
"Oh, things are getting a little wild I see. Better hurry up and win Denise," Cheryl teased.
"I'm not worried," Denise bluffed, which got us hooting.
I removed my socks, leaving shirt, sweats and underwear.
Cheryl and Dave each actually completed their challenges, and Dave finally got his 5th color. Denise decided to do an impersonation, and chose me to do the guessing. I guessed correctly Marilyn Monroe (Happy Birthday, Mr. President) and we each got a card. Much to her chagrin, I got my sixth color, leaving us tied, and leading the pack.
On my turn, I got a chug penalty after failing my question.
Dave and Cheryl got back-to-back strip cards. Cheryl removed her slippers. Dave claimed his feet were cold, and took off his shirt, to the expected chorus of hoots and whistles. I almost wanted to give him a kiss, taking one for the team like that.
It was interesting. The stripping didn't seem to be bothering anyone, and I realized that since stripping wasn't the object of the game, and getting naked wasn't the obvious final goal, then losing an article or two, was just another embarrassing dare on the way to trying to win. This was working out even better than I'd hoped. The same girls who had both vetoed Strip Poker several times, were laughing as we undressed.
Denise on her turn tried for a True/False and missed. She got a 'whisper' penalty. "Whisper in the ear of the person to your left. Tell them what you like best about their body and why. You have sixty seconds. Use all of it."
She surprised me by climbing in my lap, before placing her lips against my ear.
"Go!" said Dave, after flipping the timer.
"I guess I like your hands the best. You have strong looking hands. They look clean but hard. I...I can imagine you holding me with those hands and I couldn't get away, no matter how hard I tried. When you shake my hand, or hold my arm I can feel the calluses on your fingers and it gives me shivers. I know those hands are strong and could protect me, or control me."
As she whispered into my ear, I let my hand fall into her lap on the outside of her thigh, my thumb in the valley between her legs, and gave her leg a squeeze. I left my hand there, high on her thigh, holding her leg firmly. She gasped when I first grabbed her leg, and then kept going.
"When you touched me while kissing me I loved it. I kind of was hoping you'd pull one of those massage penalties and massage my shoulders and back, or maybe my feet like Beth got. You have really sexy hands."
"TIME!" called out Dave.
Denise pulled back and looked away from me, too embarrassed to look me in the eye. I had never really considered my hands sexy, but was glad I kept them neat, the nails trimmed short, and clean.
We were almost exactly three hours into the game, and everyone was pretty drunk. There was some slurred speech going on, and I was concerned with how much longer the game could actually last. Nobody seemed inclined to quit, but they must be getting tired, and if Beth, Denise or Dave got any drunker I thought they might pass out.
On my turn I decided to gamble. "I'll take the mystery category." I announced.
"Oooh," Dave exclaimed. "This could be interesting!"
I read the card aloud. "Blindfolded, line up X players, spin for X, and identify them by touch in under 10 seconds." I spun a 4.
Cheryl laughed, "I guess that's all of us; let me get a blindfold." And she headed back to the bedroom returning a few seconds later with a sleep mask.
Beth sputtered, "What kind of challenge is that? He gets ALL the luck!" but she couldn't help but giggle herself as she stood up, a little shakily, with the others.
I was soon standing waiting, blindfolded. There was far too much giggling at my expense going on and a lot of rustling and moving around. I had no idea what was taking so long. When they finally thought they were ready, I was told to count to 20 and start with the person directly ahead of me, then work my way to my right. I was also told to wait until the end to make my predictions.
The first one was obvious. Only Dave was nearly as tall as me. Just to be obnoxious, I ran both my hands down his chest, cupping his chest, then down his side to his butt, which I gave a squeeze. A giggle that I knew all too well came from my immediate right giving away Cheryl. After about 10 seconds Dave backed away from my touch.
"Ok, I got that one," I said as I slid down. Reaching out with my two hands about waist high, I found Cheryl's waist. I slowly ran my hands up her sides, allowing my thumbs to brush the sides of her breasts. I ran my hands across her shoulders to her neck, and caressed her face. I brushed my thumb across her lips and she opened her mouth and took it in. With a lingering suck on my thumb she back away.
"Alright, that's two. Now for three." This was still going to be pretty obvious, only one of them had shorts on; Beth was wearing jeans.
Once again I put my hands out waist high, and slid them down the hips of the girl ahead of me. I felt the T-shirt under my hands, and then I was feeling the skin of her thighs. Denise. I let my hands continue their tour of her legs, down her calves and was slowly working my way back up along the inside of her leg when she stepped away.
The last one I already knew was Beth. I reached out with my hands waist high again, but this time I closed until I was brushing against her front. She smelled delightful. Her breasts were lightly touching my chest, as I slid my arms around her, and up her back, then back down across the small of her back, I let them drop to the top of her cheeks, expecting her to step away, but she stood steady. I cupped my hands around her full ass, squeezing. I turned my body part way, hopefully blocking the view from the others, and slid my far hand up between us under her shirt against her bare flesh all the way to her bra, or where a bra should have been. She finally backed away, as I quickly slid my hand out.
"Ok, here's my guess. First, I'd know Dave's sexy butt anywhere, second, those lips were obviously Cheryl's. The third contestant, Denise, had the softest legs, saving the Beth for last." I lisped "thaving" and "latht" for a really bad pun.
I pulled off my blindfold to catcalls and groans, and saw Beth pulling her jeans back on. I had been duped. "Always so smart, aren't you. Well I think you found out that Beth had the softest legs. You lose!" Cheryl told me, dancing around in front of me. Next she and Beth were giving each other high fives, and hugs, and I knew who had been conspiring against me.
I should have realized when I grabbed her butt, that there were no jeans in the way, but I was just too damn confident. "Oops. Well let it never be said I can't lose gracefully. And whatever the penalty, the challenge was definitely worth it. Especially Dave." My capitulation drew more laughs.
"There is one small problem," I continued. "Those jeans have to stay off. The instructions clearly state that any clothing removed for a penalty cannot be put back on unless the penalty specifically states they can be." I was smiling my own best, wicked smile.
"But the penalty didn't make me take them off!" Beth argued, her jeans halfway up her legs.
"Rules is rules you know, but if you'd like we can ask the Judge." I answered, understandingly.
"But you've got the Judge card." Cheryl said.
"That's right, I do, don't I? I guess the rule stands. Pants off, sweetie." I smiled, giving her a nod.
Beth laughed, kicking of the pants, once again exposing her baby-blue panties to our view. "That's ok, it was worth it anyway."
Cheryl pulled my penalty card for me. "You need a spanking, choose who gets to bend you over their knee. Then spin for number of smacks x 2."
"Are you kidding? Let me see that card!" I insisted. I was embarrassed to see that's exactly what it was. "Oh well, as you can guess, I'll pass on Dave. Ok ladies, if I choose you, will you be gentle? Cheryl?"
"What do you think?" She said in an evil tone, leaning down and picking up Beth's jeans and holding them almost like a matador.
"Well this doesn't look too good. Denise?" I asked in my best repentant tone.
"As gentle as you deserve." She told me as she delivered an equally wicked look.
"Beth, tell me you'll be gentle. Please." I turned to my last hope.
"Ok, I promise I'll be very gentle, you'll hardly even feel my spanks." The other girls booed her, but I was saved.
I spun the spinner, getting a four. "Ok, that's 8 spanks from Beth." I crossed over to her chair and lay down across her lap.
"Cheryl, Denise, want to help me? It says my lap, but it doesn't say who gets to do the spanking," Beth giggled.
"Hey, wait a second." I protested, followed by a quick yelp as Cheryl smacked my rear pretty hard.
"That one's for feeling up my best friend. Don't think I didn't see that. Now hush up or it's just going to get worse." Cheryl was standing over me, smiling wickedly.
Beth made a big deal of caressing my butt, "Poor Alex, out smarted twice in a row, and by women! How will your ego every recover?" She placed her arm across the back of my thighs.
Denise spoke up, "My turn!" She acted as if she was brushing off some lint off my shorts, then hauled back and delivered a pretty hard blow. "Two!" she announced.
Beth spoke up, "My Turn. Poor little bum, I'll have to get you a pillow to sit on." She ran her hand across my far cheek, and then gave a soft little pat. "See, I kept my promise. That's three."
Cheryl again caressed my ass, running her hand down between my legs, before rubbing small circles around the cheek that Beth had just tapped. "You have been a naughty boy you know." Cheryl said to me softly. She then gave me a good hard blow. "Four."
"Four." Beth rubbed my butt again, similar to how Cheryl had. "Poor baby. I know that must have hurt. But like Cheryl said, you have been very naughty. Your turn Denise." On the last couple of words she squeezed my cheek in her hand, and then pulled her hand away.
Denise mimed being a baseball player coming up to bat. She windmilled her arms, and then hit me really hard. I know it hurt her hand. "Five. Ouch."
"Damn," I said, "you girls are in trouble; just remember what goes around comes around."
The last word of my sentence was lost under the noise of the smack that Cheryl gave me. It must have been about as hard as she could hit. I know I jumped a little.
"Hey!" Beth said, covering my rear with her arm. "That was supposed to be my turn, you went out of order. No more for you! Now that was six."
"Why don't you take the last two?" Denise told Beth, "My hand still stings from the last one." She then sat back down on the couch.
Beth leaned over and whispered in my ear, while she caressed my butt. "Such a naughty boy! What's that digging into my leg, I wonder? How hard do you think Cheryl would smack you if she knew you were rubbing your hard-on against my leg? Naughty, naughty. You're getting my panties wet." She finished with two soft pats, one on each cheek, and then gave me a little goose. "All done, you've paid your penalty."
"Anything to say?" Cheryl asked me as I went back to my seat rubbing my rear.
"Yeah, I'm glad I didn't roll a six." I told her getting a laugh from everyone.
Beth got a tough Trivia question, and missed. Her penalty was "Give a guy, not your partner, a deep hot kiss, make his toes curl." She smiled at Dave and me, and then leaned over the spinner. "I'll let the fates decide who gets lucky." She gave it a firm spin, and I had mixed feelings when it landed nearest me. I wanted to kiss her, but I was a little worried about Cheryl.
Beth turned to Dave, "Sorry Dave, you just missed out on a REALLY great kiss. Maybe you'll get lucky later." She then turned to me, and planted herself in my lap. She wasted no time, her mouth seeking out mine, her lips parting and her teeth nibbling at my lip. Her tongue was tracing the outline of my mouth, turning, delving into my mouth, and licking the back of my teeth. Her hands were behind my head, holding me, her fingers clutching my hair. I kissed her back, first gently and then as fervently as she was kissing me. My cock was burning where it was digging into her panty-clad ass. It was a wonderful first kiss, and ended all too soon.
Beth finally pulled her head away, placing a last sweet kiss on my lips, giving me a wink. She sat back on her chair. "Your turn," she told Dave, with a look of sweet innocence.
Dave, after missing his challenge, got the "Slave for a Round" penalty. After spinning, he was extremely disappointed to get me as his master. I sent him off to refresh the drinks. I thought it funny that nobody else even seemed to notice him walking around half-naked, shirtless, with a lump in his shorts and white athletic socks.
On Cheryl's turn, she missed on the Word Knowledge. I know she knew that word which confirmed that at least one other person was trying to extend the game. Good Girl.
For her penalty she drew a strip card. This one had a kicker to it. "Let a person, not your partner, remove one exposed article of clothing."
Now I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra, so this would be interesting. Either the shirt or the shorts had to go. She stared at the card for a while, and I would have to guess she was considering trying for a different penalty. She looked at me, then Beth, and finally Denise. Denise had a smug little smile that said "I never chickened out", and you could just feel the sibling rivalry churning between her and Beth. Cheryl finally stood up and turned to Denise.
"Go ahead. I'll let you choose. I'm not wearing a bra." Cheryl had very nice tits, not as full as Denise's but quite an eyeful. So Denise had to make the decision.
Denise dropped to her knees in front of Cheryl, and unbuttoned her shorts. She then tugged them down around Cheryl's generous hips, exposing a pair of almost see-through pink thong underwear. She slid them down her legs, and held them while Cheryl stepped out of them.
"Thanks," Cheryl told her with a sly smile.
Dave missed most of the action, and was just returning with new frozen drinks in hand, as Cheryl turned back around and sat down, her shorts carelessly draped over the arm of the couch. I could see it was killing him. He delivered the drinks, and went back for a new Guinness for me and a drink for Beth.
Denise really tried for the challenge. She had six colors, and I think she really wanted to win. She was picking the True/False pretty consistently, having a 50/50 chance. She won, but drew another non-matching color.
On my turn I gave a joke answer for my question, making it clear how hard I was trying, and went for my penalty. A 3-minute massage from 2 females. I spun and soon was lying down on the floor, with Beth and Cheryl giving me a delightful rubdown. They were positioned on each side of me, and Beth was determined to match her sister, so when Cheryl started at my shoulders, Beth went there as well. When she worked her way down to my rear, Beth followed in kind. When Cheryl straddled my right leg, massaging my hamstring, I soon had two warm rears sitting on my calves. When Cheryl lifted up the back of my shirt to plant a small kiss on the small of my back, I felt a second pair of lips just beside the first, only moments later.
Denise announced the end of the timer having completed three full turns. Dave was back in his seat watching the action with obvious envy.
"Dave, that was so nice, I'd like you to massage my shoulders during Beth's turn." I told him, reminding him he was still my slave. He took up position behind me, while being teased, but gave a nice massage anyway. I looked over at Cheryl with a smile and the look on her face was one I knew well, and I had no doubt that no matter where this went I was going to get some that night.
On Beth's turn she got another Penalty, after basically passing on her challenge, and pulled another kissing card. "Give a Deep Soul Kiss to someone. Spin for who. 2 minutes. Their hands may roam."
She leaned over and was ready to spin when I stopped her, and told Dave to go back to his seat, so there'd be no confusion. Then I told her to go ahead.
She spun and it landed on her sister.
I could see that both girls were thinking, and then Cheryl remembered her proxy card. She whipped it out announcing she could pick a replacement for herself. Then she had to pick. Again I could almost hear the gears churning. She finally turned and pointed to Denise.
Denise's eyes opened wide, but then she laughed and pulled out her own "Chicken-Out". "Not me this time, I'm not THAT drunk."
"Now what?" asked Beth.
"It's pretty straight forward; if the person who pulled the penalty card uses the Chicken-Out the penalty is over. If the person who was picked for the penalty Chicken's Out, then a new person has to be picked as long as one is available." I answered, in my best "I'm sure" tone.
"Ok, but who do we pick." She asked.
"I think we should let Cheryl pick a new proxy." I offered.
"I think I should get to pick, since I had the Chicken-Out." Denise said.
"How about if I just spin for it?" Beth answered. I answered that as the Judge I thought that was fair and grudgingly the girls both agreed.
Beth spun again, and once again it landed pointing almost directly at me.
"Shit," Dave moaned, "I swear I never have any luck."
"Poor baby," Cheryl mockingly teased, rubbing her bare foot on his thigh.
Beth took her seat on my lap once more, but before we could start I said, "Wait a sec." I pulled my own Time Warp proxy off my pile, "Make that four minutes."
I could see that Cheryl was a little miffed at that one. "I'm going to the bathroom, she announced.
Denise said, "I'll go with you."
As Beth once again took her place on my lap, I spoke to Dave. "Slave Dave, go wait near the hall and when they come back from the bathroom, give a cough." He smiled and took up his position.
"Now I'm ready." I told her, with a smile.
This kiss was not as intense as the first one, but much more intimate. I soon had my hand in her shirt, and I was fondling her breast and playing with her nipple as her breath came in gasps. My other hand was down the back of her panties caressing her ass. A couple of minutes into the kiss, I reached down and placed my hand over her hot crotch, and starting rubbing. She moaned. Her eyes were open now, and she looked almost afraid.
I tore my lips off hers, and nibbled on her ear. "You know," I whispered, "I'm going to fuck you tonight if I have a chance." I accented the words by slipping my finger inside the edge of her panties, and up to the second knuckle in her steaming wet pussy.
"Oh, God," she moaned thrusting with her hips against my hand.
I went back to kissing her, moving the hand in the back of her panties up her back. The warning cough came from the side, and Dave was quickly perched on his chair as our kiss toned down, to just a little more than friendly. I slid my finger out of her pussy, and I swear she almost cried, and once the girls were back, my hands were on her legs and back and clearly not inside her clothes.
"Are you guys still kissing?" Cheryl asked sounding a bit peeved.
"Time!" Dave announced, holding the timer in his hand. "Four minutes exactly."
Dave grabbed his penalty card and started reading. I had to remind him he hadn't even done his challenge yet. The girls laughed and he was so embarrassed I think he was going to actually try to get a challenge right for once. The girls made him reshuffle the cards since he'd screwed up the challenge.
I had wandered into the kitchen, to make one more batch of frozen drinks, since the last blender was empty. I was also hoping nobody would notice that I had a big wet spot the size of a silver dollar on my shorts. Cheryl came in and stood beside me.
"What do you think you're doing with my sister?" She sounded calm, a scary, pent-up calm.
"Nothing!" I told her softly, for her ears only. "I haven't picked her for anything, she did the spinning. You could have picked Dave. It's just the luck of the spin."
"Well, remember, she's just a kid. God, she's practically a virgin! I thought if anybody you'd be all over Denise." She looked at me, waiting for a response. I was reminded of the loaded question, 'have you quit beating your wife yet.'
"Listen, I'm sorry that she's all worked up. I think we gave her too much to drink. You want me to call off the game? If Dave sees any more of you, he'll mess his shorts then and there if he doesn't have a heart attack first!"
"You know, when this game is over, I'm going to need some serious satisfying." She whispered, letting her hand slip down into my shorts, and nibbling on my neck.
"If you guys are ready, we can go. I'm going to get that last color if it kills me." Denise said.
Cheryl tweaked my cock, and walked back into the living room. "He should have to do two penalties for cheating."
Denise joined her, "Yeah, two penalties!"
Beth clapped her hands, chanting "Two Penalties, Two Penalties."
Dave in mock surrender put his hands up. "Ok, Ok. Two penalties, just no spanking please!" and we all laughed.
I walked around topping off the ladies drinks, before sitting back in my chair. I noticed that this deck was starting to get low, and wondered if I dared shuffle in the red deck.
Dave was reading his first penalty. "Describe for everyone the last fantasy you had about someone other than your partner."
"That's too easy!" Denise said, "If you haven't fantasized about Cheryl during this game you've got to be dead!" She then looked around at all of us and blushed, realizing what she'd said. As I looked at her I noticed that she'd gotten rid of her slippers sometime in the last couple of minutes. I wonder if she realized what she was doing. Unless I was mistaken that only left her with two items of clothing remaining.
"No, fair's fair." I spoke up. "It's what you drew."
"Well, I guess my latest fantasy had to be when you pulled her shorts off." He said speaking to Denise while nodding at Cheryl. "A whole bunch of fantasies ran through my head, like what if I could pull them down instead, and she wasn't wearing anything, or what if I had to remove two items, or remove two items and massage what they covered, or kiss what they covered. Or what if you had to kiss what they covered... I guess that's about it."
The barefaced honesty had us all quiet for a second, before Cheryl announced, "Time for the second penalty, and I hope it IS a spanking you naughty boy." And once again we laughed, breaking the tension.
Dave took his card and read it. "Make out with each person present. Twenty seconds." He looked up at me and paled, as I'm sure I did as well. I'm sure he was debating the idea of having to make out with me against getting to make out with Cheryl. Finally he said, "I, uh, I'm going to pass and draw again." The girls teased him, calling him chicken, but I had to support his decision, "Good idea, there's got to be a better card in there."
He took his drink, and was once again faced with having to tell the truth. "You're attached to a Polygraph. Be honest. Have you ever dreamed of having sex with someone of the same sex?"
He paled again, I'm sure this was far more than he'd ever imagined. "Oh, geez."
"Come on, it's not that tough. Have you?" Beth was asking.
"I guess I have." He finally answered, blushing badly, fumbling the card.
"Oooooh, Pitcher or Catcher?" Cheryl teased. "You know, I think that's kind of sexy."
"Were there any girls in that dream, big boy?" I teased.
"Of course, lots, I mean, well..." He was getting in deep.
Denise squeezed past Cheryl and sat on his lap. "It's Ok baby. It's only a dream, and I think everyone here knows just how hetero you are." She gave a wiggle in his lap, rubbing her ass against him, before giving him a kiss. (next Chap 2)