losing pants or whatever
 

taken from webshots - most would qualify as ENF

enjoy,

Klondike

pics - hit submit too soon
 

here they are - oops. I guess one is an ENM :)

Klondike

one more
 

ENF, EUF, ENM whatever - they're fun. What are those campers thinking?

Klondike

another one
 

one more...

great pics,but i dont think that last pic of the first part doesnt belong there.

More...

I wasn't sure whether to include the last pic (first set), but you notice all the girls are in bras - it looked like a good time and they were getting naked too.

Klondike

Bonzai Stripping Games
 

Seeing a large group of men and women sitting around a campfire makes me think of a story I once read, about a banzai strip poker game. The story was just a little bit unrealistic, but when you lost, you removed a garment and threw it into the fire. There are situations where that story line could work, but not in the story I read.

I wrote a story of my own on the same idea. I don't think it quite hits the mark either, but since Klondike asked, "What are those campers thinking?" here is one possibility of what went through their minds, and what happened afterwards.

Roxanne

Banzai Summer Camp
by
Roxanne L Green
Originally writing under the name Bonnie Belkin

Copyright, 2000, 2004 by Roxanne L Green. All rights reserved. You may archive a personal copy for your own use, but you may not send it to anyone else, or post it on any other site, regardless of whether it is a pay or free site, nor may you make any other use of this story without my express written and signed permission.

The summer of 1961, before I started college, I was a camp counselor. There were a dozen of us, six gals and six guys, about the same age. We were up there all summer. The kids came up on Monday and went home on Friday. We had the weekends pretty much off.

One weekend, the camp director and his wife went into town. There was a campsite by the lake, about a mile away if we walked by the side of the county road, or about two miles through the woods. Camping equipment, canoes, some equipment and stuff for a rainy day, and some food was in a shed at the campsite. The counselors hiked from the camp to the campsite as soon as the tail lights of the director's car rounded the bend. We brought beer with us. No more food, just beer.

After eating, we built a bonfire and were shooting the shit. We got to talking about games, and one of the guys suggested strip poker. Someone else said there wasn't enough time. The guys were talking about other variants of stripping games. Everything the guys proposed, the gals declined. But we were getting silly, and one of the girls mentioned a banzai stripping game.

The guys were up for anything with the word strip in the title. She said it was just cutting cards. Low card threw one garment into the fire. The game ended when there were at least two gals and two guys naked. I don't know what possessed me, but I said i didn't want to burn my boots. One of the guys said that we wouldn't burn footgear, just clothing, so I said OK.

Actually, it was the beer that said ok, not me. The guys were all in favor. I'd said I'd play, and the gal who suggested it got talked into it, possibly against her will. The guys worked on the rest of the gals, and one by one, they all agreed.

The first low card went to one of the guys who threw his pants into the bonfire. When the gals lost, we threw our shirts. The guys all threw their pants in first.

My blouse went after 4 or 5 had already lost once, and one of the guys had burned his shirt too. By the time I burned my pants, two gals were braless, and three of the boys were down to their Jockeys because they didn't have undershirts. I tossed my bra into the fire on the next draw.

The next draw saw two boys low. One burned his Jockeys, and the other got down to them. The boys had fewer clothes, and three of them were naked before the first girl gave it all up. By then, only one girl still had her jeans, and one still wore her panties and bra.

I'd been getting pretty good cards up til that point. Then I drew a three. I sweated as people drew, until the last gal drew a two. I kept my panties for the night.

Saturday morning, we woke up in less than fine shape, and realized we were mostly naked, with no clothing to get back to camp. We fooled around in the water much of the day. Some skinnydipped, I didn't. That was a mistake; when I finally came out of the lake, it was almost as if I was naked.

Saturday night was more beer, and some petting and pairing off. I had gone pretty far sexually, but I'd never gone all the way. Until that night. I never did know how many virgins we'd started with, but by Sunday morning, there were no more.

Walking back to camp, we took the route by the road, because we were suddenly afraid the camp director would get back before we did, and that he might see us. The scariest thing of the whole weekend was walking along country road S16 in just my panties and boots.

There were people with sunburns in strange places by the time we got to camp, and we beat the director back by fifteen minutes.

The rest of the summer things were pretty wild.

Glad to see you joining us from ASN.

That story reminded me of a great story from Byron's old stripping board from like 5 or 10 years back. The details were a litle different though.

Was that your story? It was more of a beach party than a summer camp thing and I don't think it had any sex just burning clothes until everyone was naked and i think the girl who was telling the story brother interupted the game.

PS:

I'm Robert at ASN.

That is the story to which I referred. I didn't write it.

Loved the story, thanks much.

nice pic
 

Girls are from tampa
USF college girls from USF website
pretty hot pic

The Original Story
 

Here is the original story from Byron's. It belongs to me. BTW - it was "Kamikaze Strip Poker". Kamikaze as in the Japanese fighter pilots who fought without a way out - just like the strip poker game. Banzai (literally 10,000 years) means something closer to "hip hip hooray".


I thought I'd drop a line about a game of strip poker that my sister (very pretty
but a bit dopey) played one night. It was a few nights before her graduation
and she drove a car load of her girlfriends down to the beach. A bunch of guys
were supposed to be waiting there with something to drink. When they got there,
a small fire was burning, and the moonlight and wine went to their heads.

I think there were 6 or 8 people there, pretty much evenly divided between guys
and girls, but the one who bought the alchohol was a fellow back from college
that had some ulterior motives. As the wine flowed, and people got a bit drunker,
the host suggested Kamikaze Strip Poker. He had a deck of cards and the rules
were, if you lost, you had to toss your cothing into the fire. There was no
getting redressed! My sister, trying to be smart, knew she had some extra clothing
in the trunk of the car, and felt that it would be fun and safe.

So everyone signed up for the game, with my sister doing a great deal to persuade
the other girls. She knew that some of the guys weren't wearing much, and felt
she had a good shot at stripping them. Things didn't go quite as expected tho.
Probably the guys were cheating as the low hand always seemed to belong to one
of the girls. My sister only had 4 items - a jacket, shorts, and a bikini. She
was the first to lose - and took off her bikini bra and tossed it into the fire
to great applause and she took another swig of wine.

After a few more hands, she lost again and the old cut off short joined the
top. The other girls were losing at the same rate. Some were sitting in their
undies, others had a jacket like my sister that provided some cover. One or
two of the guys lost a shirt. The college guy, who began in only shorts was
still very happily watching the ladies.

After a few more hands, she lost again. It was either take off the jacket and
show off her naked breasts, or... lose the panties which she did. The jacket
was just long enough to cover. Again to great applause and drinking, she tossed
the panties into the fire and it seemed to burn hotter than ever.

Some of the other girls lost their modesty as well, and were really getting
annoyed at my sister for talking them into this. The guys put on a few more
logs tho - it gave a chance for the fire to grow larger, to warm up the ladies,
and to give everyone a chance to cool down. The next game, one of the girls
was brought to total nudity. Then a guy lost a sneaker. One of the girls lost
her shorts and surprised everyone by not having panties below - she was out
of the game. The next game was lost by the only other girl - and her panties
joined my sister's in the flames.

Now, it was all of the guys against my sister, surrounded by girls who were
trying to cover up as best possible. She won a few hands, and one guy was down
to his jockey shorts, but then the inevitable occured and my sister lost. With
the guys (and girls) cheering, my sister made a big production out of taking
off her jacket - doing a bit of a tease. Once it was off, she twirled it about
her head a few times and sent it heading for the fire.

She told me that when the jacket was about halfway there - a terrible thought
hit her - she had left her car keys in the jacket pocket. It must have seemed
to happen in slow motion, watching the jacket settle to the middle of the flames.
Now they would be stuck there for an hour or more waiting to be able to extract
(hopefully) the key from the flames. Embarrassed, and trying to cover up her
neat little body as well as her stupidity, she asked the guys to help, but they
weren't about to do anything.

After a few minutes tho, they saw the police beach patrol heading toward them
from a distance. Since bonfires were illegal, they had to get out of there fast.
The all made a run for the host's van. Everyone piled in (the dopiest guy was
chosen to drive) and the rest got to stay in the back with 4 naked ladies.
They drove them back to only a couple of blocks from their house, opened the
back door of the van and pushed the ladies out. My sister said they had a
camera and started to snap pictures as the girls all made a run to our house.

Luckily for my sister I was home, heard pebbles hitting my window and looked
out before our parents did - I was quite surprised to see 4 naked ladies huddling
in our backyard! I was able to sneak them into the house and get them all home
safely.

Cheers,

Nanpa

Great story Nanpa!

Good story, Dan.

I came over here to post the link to Indian Outlaw's, where you just reposted the story. No need for that, since you posted here too.

It turns out I didn't quite remember the original story. I didn't recall the ride home, or the stones against the window. I misremembered it as they all lived near the beach, and it was the house keys she was most concerned about. I probably had two stories cross linked in my mind.

Be well,

Roxanne

I'm so frequently (just) outside the loop...
 

Firstly I am writing to say that that was a very good story. Simple, colorable, and erotic. But dammit, I am routinely taken in by something that seems just realistic enough. . . and then I find out that it's fiction. But anyhow, great story, and the additions (as reported by Roxanne) really did flesh out the story a bit, so good job and thank you.