Ever since my Dad got remarried I have considered myself a lucky man. I 
am now 21 years old and my two younger stepsisters are 17 and 18 
respectively, and by all objective measurements are absolute foxes. 
Anyway, last Christmas I was home from college and because of being 
snowed in for two weeks, I was completely bored out of my mind. My 
parents had gone skiing and left me and my two sisters alone in the 
house for the weekend. I was a bit disappointed about missing out on 
the ski trip, but as events would soon unfold, I realize now in 
retrospect that missing that trip led to the best TRIP I ever went on. 
My sisters, Brandy and Monica, had decided to invite a few of their 
friends over for a good old fashioned slumber party. Being the 
"college" boy and not realizing what an golden opportunity being snowed 
in with a bunch of bored high school girls would yield, I assumed the 
adult role for the party. After much begging and pleading on the girls 
part they convinced me to go and buy some beer for them, and being a 
bit bored and thirsty myself, I ran down to the nearest 7-11 and 
stocked up on party supplies for the weekend. 

As we all sat around talking and drinking, it began to dawn on me how 
fortunate I am. Here I was surrounded by five beautiful women, Brandy, 
my oldest sister and a well stacked red-head to boot. Monica, her 
equaling charming blonde younger sister and Lynette, Maria and Samantha 
their gorgeous friends had my cock stirring in my shorts by 8:30. After 
several beers, and the realization that there was nothing on TV, Maria 
suggested that we play cards. When I returned from the kitchen with the 
playing deck I was astonished to hear Brandy say that she would only 
play on the condition that we play strip poker! I thought I had died 
and gone to heaven. As I began shuffling, Brandy leaned over and 
whispered in my ear "I have been wanting to see your package for a 
while big Bro!". My heart began to race as I realized that this evening 
was shaping up to be most entertaining. 

The first few rounds went quickly and soon the game began to get 
serious. I was down to my pants and shorts, Brandy still had her bra, 
T-shirt and panties on. Lynette had only lost her shoes and socks and 
Monica had just shed her pants. Maria still had not lost anything and 
it was now a mission of mine to begin to even up the score. The effect 
of the beer, and the lovely feminine flesh surrounding me, caused me 
much distraction and definitely had a negative impact on my poker 
skills. Even still, I won the next few hands and soon Brandy and Monica 
were down to their panties and bra, Lynette still had her shirt on and 
even Maria was beginning to sweat as she was just now removing her 
pants. Sadly, my luck did not hold out. 

I lost the next hand and had to lose my jeans. Now the game was getting 
serious! The bulge in my boxers was quite obvious and I was extremely 
humiliated by all the wolf-whistles the girls game me as I shed my 
pants. Monica too was getting nervous and declared that anyone who lost 
the crucial hand and had to get naked could have a choice of stripping 
bare or submitting to one hour of activity the group chose as a 
penalty. Even though I showed a brave face, I myself was beginning to 
try to think of a way out of this situation. Stripping bare in front of 
five attractive women is harder than you think, and the humiliation of 
my obvious arousal had my mind racing for any possible avenue of 
escape. I did hold out hope that if I could win the next few hands, 
possibly it would be me, instead of them, getting to choose the 
punishment or witnessing the nude spectacle. I wasn't so lucky. 
In my desperation to strip Lynette whose long blonde tresses and full 
round breasts had my full attention, I had allowed myself to be tricked 
by her and had my three Jacks beaten by her full house. My face began 
to redden as the girls began to cheer at my predicament. 

"Time to Drop Trou big Brother!" Monica and Brandy began to chant. My 
mind racing I blurted out that I would rather submit to the one hour 
penalty than face the naked humiliation. The evil grin that began to 
form on Lynette's face began to make me wonder if perhaps I had chosen 
unwisely. After a few minutes consultation, the girls returned to the 
game and announced that the penalty would be one hour of tickle 
torture. My heart sank. What had I agreed to! Ever since I had been a 
child I had been extremely ticklish, and now I was to be tormented in 
my boxers with most of my flesh exposed to 10 pairs of feminine nails 
tormenting every inch of my body. As I opened my mouth to protest, 
Brandy reminded me that I could always strip off and be done with it. 
Wishing to save some vestige of modesty I meekly agreed and was led by 
the girls into the master bedroom. 

Before I knew it they had taken several of my silk ties and bound me 
spread-eagle to the four poster bed. I was completely helpless and they 
knew it. Slowly at first two girls stroked my feet, another two worked 
on my stomach and rib-cage and Brandy attacked my neck. I laughed so 
hard and so long I almost passed out! After what seemed like an 
eternity, but was in reality only five minutes, all hands stopped. All 
of the girls began giggling uncontrollably and as I looked down my 
chest I saw the object of their ridicule. I had the most intense 
erection I ever had. Lynette, barely being able to speak through her 
snickering, ran her nails over my crotch and said it seemed I was 
enjoying my punishment. I was so ashamed I could not look at them. 
While my eyes were closed in embarrassment I heard several of the girls 
whisper something to one another and leave the room. When I opened them 
Brandy was standing over me with a pair of scissors in one hand and a 
bottle of baby oil in the other. 

Before I could ask her what she intended on doing, her actions cleared 
up any doubt of her plans. With two snips of the scissors my boxers 
were cut from my body and lifted away. My frantic struggling which 
caused my erect cock to bounce back and forth only amused the girls 
even more as they watched me wriggle in naked bondage. Brandy announced 
to the group that she had never seen a guy cum in full view and the 
other girls nodded that their experiences were the same. Slowly she 
began to lather up her hand with the baby oil. As her long silken palms 
began to caress my dick I involuntarily groaned in a mixture of 
pleasure and humiliation. I decided to fight their little experiment 
and not submit to their machinations. 

For fifteen minutes I put up a valiant struggle, but eventually 
friction, horniness and mother nature began to conspire against me. 
With every female eye trained on my helpless body I was painfully aware 
of my predicament. Maria noticed that my balls were starting to get 
hard and my toes were beginning to curl up. Her observations were 
correct, and although I tried to fight it off I shot load after load of 
cum straight into the air and all over my tormentors. After a minute or 
two I was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm and demanded to be 
released. Brandy just cocked an evil smile and whispered into my ear 
"Not a chance Stud, You might as well enjoy it. This is going to be a 
long, long weekend."