Party

By Wollstonecraft

The legal stuff:
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"Plain English" translation:
Don't put this where minors or people in really prudish areas can get at it. If you're under 18 or you live in such an area and you're reading this, either you're breaking the law or you've got an idiot for a site administrator. Either way, it ain't my fault.

This is a work of fiction. I neither endorse nor condone the actions herein. However, you, like I, can imagine whatever you like, no matter how far-fetched or destructive it may be, as long as it stays in your head and doesn't affect your actions.

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts.

No virgins were deflowered in the creation of this work.

Party
or
"Not Much Variety In This Program"

"What's this?"

Cathy moved the mouse to point at the open group window on the computer screen. The group was completely empty except for a tiny blue square.

This was the most interesting thing she'd seen all night, which tells you how the party was going. Clipping her toenails would have been more fun than this. It had sounded so promising to her at first. David's parents were away for the weekend, so he invited half the college over. One of the biggest nerds in the freshman class actually expected people to show up at his house the same night as Homecoming.

If David had told anyone there was going to be booze, there might have been something that resembled a real party, but he'd forgotten to mention that little fact. Now he sat on the couch in the living room with Barry discussing the pros and cons of UNIX. Ken sat on the floor leafing through a book on Impressionist painting, and the girls were in David's parent's room playing with the computer.

Cathy turned to Debbie. "This is weird. Look at this."

Of the three girls, Debbie knew the most about computers. She probably knew more about them than anyone else in the school except Ken. She'd been sitting on the bed, again trying to talk Jessie into reading one of her fantasy books instead of romance novels. She turned and looked at the computer screen. Then she got up and pressed one of the arrow keys. The little blue square moved across the screen.

"Those are 'invisible' icons," she said matter-of-factly. "Probably stuff that David's dad doesn't want anyone to know about. If he'd been a little smarter, he could have hidden the group as well."

Cathy asked, "I wonder what they are?"

"Let's find out," said Debbie. She pressed the "return" key and the screen went blank.

"Oh, jeeze, Debbie! You broke it!" cried Jessie, whose interest was also now centered on the computer screen.

"Don't be silly," Debbie said, "it's just--" The words froze in her mouth as a video of a man and a woman, both naked, appeared on the screen. The man was kneeling next to the woman, his pelvis thrusting himself into her mouth. As the camera moved closer, the man pulled out and shot his load at the woman's face. As the cum dripped onto the woman's curling tongue, the screen went blank.

Still staring open-mouthed at the screen, Jessie asked, "What was that?!"

Cathy took the can she'd set on the desk and gulped down the last of the beer. So far, she was the only one who was drinking, and she was beginning to feel the effects. "Looks like David's dad has some interesting stuff in his computer, huh?"

"That was disgusting," Debbie sniffed. "Do you know how much disk space those videos use up? What a waste!"

"What a geek," Cathy thought. God, no wonder they were called the "geek girls." Debbie and Jessie were her best friends. They'd hung around with each other ever since grammar school and did everything together. They were so close, they even had their periods at the same time. Sometimes the other two would get on Cathy's nerves big time, though, like when Debbie decided to volunteer at the computer center. Hell, why didn't she just put a sign around her neck that said, "loser." No wonder they spent every Friday night with each other instead of on dates.

Cathy had high hopes for this party. When Debbie told her about it, she figured Ken would be here because he worked in the computer center with Debbie and David. Ken was the smartest freshman in the engineering college and she had a major crush on him. She figured they could get to know each other tonight, but instead, like the other two guys in the living room, Ken just sat like a lump every time she tried to talk to him.

She got bored staring at the ceiling in the living room and she wandered into the kitchen and found the cooler of beer. David hadn't even told them it was there. When she informed the rest of her discovery, nobody seemed the least bit interested.

When she went back to the living room, the other two girls were gone and she found them in David's parents' room. With the guys in their own little worlds, Debbie and Jessie had wandered around until they found the computer. Debbie had played with it a little, but got bored with it real quick, so Cathy sat in front of it and clicked at stuff until she found the "disgusting" video.

"Let's see what else is here," Cathy said, and clicked randomly in the group.

A window opened up on the screen. Across it flashed the words, "Trivia For Swingers," and just below that, "A Triple-X Adult Game."

Jessie moved closer to the screen, but Debbie said, "I've had enough of this," and walked out of the room.

Cathy yelled after her, "What the hell's wrong with you?" but Debbie just kept walking.

Cathy knew very well what Debbie's problem was. She always changed the subject whenever they started talking about sex. She didn't want to think about it because she was horny. It was that simple and it was getting worse and worse. When they watched a steamy scene on TV, her breathing would get heavy and her hands would start rubbing up and down her thighs. Then she'd start babbling about some stupid thing that nobody cared about. It was getting real annoying.

It was the same thing that was wrong with all three of them. Everywhere Cathy looked, on TV, in the movies, even in school, people were getting it on, but they were getting nothing. They were stuck in "dweebland." It wasn't fair.

None of them were knockout gorgeous, and maybe they were all a little bit overweight, but they weren't ugly. Debbie was the prettiest of the three but she never dressed up always wearing jeans and flannel shirts. Jessie's only problem was that she was tall. Cathy had the biggest breasts of the three of them, although the others certainly weren't "titless wonders" like some of the cheerleaders who always seemed to have the attention of all the boys.

The problem wasn't them, Cathy decided, it was the boys. Sure, there were some boys who "hit" on her, but they were assholes who thought that sports, slasher movies and crude and insulting remarks was "intelligent conversation." The boys she was interested in were either too shy or socially inept, like Ken, to even talk to her. It wasn't fair.

Cathy was fed up. She'd had enough of being a "geek girl." She'd had enough of being stuck on a Friday night with a bunch of people who could only get their jollies playing games on a computer. For Christ's sake, they didn't even know enough to drink at a party!

Her attention riveted on the computer screen, Jessie asked, "Are you going to start the game?"

"No, I got a better idea," Cathy replied. She clicked on the "exit" button. "I hope I can remember where that was. Oh, there it is." The little blue square showed her where she'd clicked to start the game.

"Aw, gee," said Jessie. "That looked like it could have been fun."

"We can look at it later," Cathy said, getting up. "We're going to liven up this party. Come with me."

"Where? What're you going to do?"

"You'll see," Cathy replied, and with Jessie in tow, she went into the kitchen. "Help me with this," she said, grabbing cans out of the beer cooler. She gave three to Jessie, then took out three more. She looked at how many were left in the cooler. David, the poor fool, must have been expecting a lot of people.

As she looked at the cans in her hands, Jessie asked again, "What are you going to do?"

"I don't know yet, but it'll come to me. C'mon," she said as she strode into the living room. David and Barry were still on the couch, Ken was still looking at the book and Debbie was sitting on an ottoman watching Ken turning pages.

"Okay, people," Cathy announced, "I hate to break it to you, but this is the most boring party I've ever been to." Everybody looked up at her except David, who stared at his shoes. "But thanks to your good friend Cathy, that's all going to change." She went around the room and handed each person a can. "Don't everyone thank me at once."

Barry looked at the can in his hand. Barry was small, so the can he held looked all the larger. "I, uh, don't like the taste of beer."

Cathy glared at him. "Too bad. We're going to play a little game and that can is an important part. Here's what we're going to do."

"I don't like the taste of beer," Barry said again.

"Look," Cathy said, almost shouting, "you're at a party. At parties, you drink beer. Either get used to it, or stop going to parties, all right?" Both Debbie and Jessie stared at her.

Debbie put the can down on the floor and began to stand. "I think--"

"Uh-uh!", Cathy said, putting her hand on Debbie's shoulder and pushing her back onto the ottoman. "You ain't going anywhere. First of all, it's Jessie's car and she'll decide when we leave, right, Jessie?"

Jessie nodded. She didn't know what Cathy was planning, but anything was better than another night of watching TV in her room. Besides, she wanted to see more of those files on the computer in the bedroom.

"Second of all," Cathy continued, "it's about time you let yourself have a little fun instead of running away into your computer, 'cause it's making you cranky and it's driving the rest of us nuts! Debbie, you've got to let go! Here, this'll help." Cathy put her hand on the can Debbie was holding and pulled it up to her lips.

Debbie frowned at it. Cathy said, "C'mon, Debbie. You know if you don't do it you'll regret it. And if anything goes wrong you can blame me. You'll like that."

The corners of Debbie's mouth curled up at that, but she didn't move. Then Cathy said, "Your problem is that you're afraid of your folks. You wouldn't dare drink that. Mommy and Daddy wouldn't like that."

"Oh, yeah?" Debbie said. Cathy knew that would get her. As long as she'd know her, Debbie could be made to do almost anything if you dared her to do it. Sure enough, her shoulders dropped and she said, "Oh what the hell," and took a sip.

"Uh-uh, girl," Cathy scolded as she tilted the can upwards, "Drink it up. Finish it off. Or are you too chicken?"

Debbie's eyes became slits as she stared at Cathy, but she started gulping down the beer. As the three boys stared at her, she drained the can. When she finished, she panted, "So, I'm driving you nuts, eh? We'll see who can drive who nuts."

"Uh-huh," Cathy said. "Jessie, get our 'geek girl' here another can."

Jessie started to get up, but Ken said, "I'll get it." Oh, my God, thought Cathy, he's showing life signs! She found herself staring at his butt as he went into the kitchen. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Debbie was watching him leave, too.

Cathy turned to Jessie. "Okay, it's your turn. Do you think you can match what Debbie did?"

Jessie shrugged. "It's probably no different than drinking Diet Pepsi." She guzzled down the beer, spilling some of it down her neck. All three guys stared at the stream as it dribbled into her cleavage. When the can was empty, her face was scrunched up. "Eeuchh! That's nasty! BUURRCCH!!"

At Jessie's deep belch, everybody stared wide-eyed at her. Then Debbie and Cathy fell onto each other, shaking with laughter. The boys weren't sure how to react. Barry looked at David, and said, "I told you it tasted nasty!" That made Jessie start laughing, too.

Ken came in with Debbie's beer and said, "What did I miss?"

"Ken," Cathy said, "we need another beer for Jessie." Ken immediately handed the can to Jessie. Debbie frowned. "Hey, I got a better idea," Cathy said. "Why don't you bring the cooler in here?"

David and Barry looked at each other. This was suddenly becoming the party David hoped for. He got up and said, "That's a good idea. I'll help you," he said to Ken, following him into the kitchen. This time Jessie's eyes were glued to David's buns.

Barry tried to get Jessie's attention. "I never liked the taste of beer, either. I guess people learn to like it, huh?"

"I think I could," Jessie said, and flashed a smile at him. Barry suddenly looked like a deer caught in a headlight and tried to dig himself into the couch.

Not a moment too soon, Ken and David returned with the cooler. David pulled out a beer, opened it and handed it to Debbie. Cathy asked, "Does everybody have a beer? Good. Now, let's see if any of you guys are man enough to match the girls. We'll all start together and see who empties their beer can first."

"This is pretty stupid," Ken mumbled. "We're just going to get pie-faced."

David asked, "What's wrong with that? Do you have to be anyplace tomorrow? Do any of you girls have to be anyplace tomorrow?"

"No," said Debbie, suddenly serious, "but I have to be someplace tonight. How are you going to drive us home, Jessie?"

"No problem," Cathy said. "You can call your folks and say we're all staying at Jessie's, and Jessie can call her folks and say we're staying at your place. You guys don't mind if we sleep here if we have to, do you?" David practically rammed the beer can into his mouth and started gulping.

"Hey," Jessie cried, "no fair starting ahead of the rest of us!" She started emptying her can down her throat. The rest followed suit and before long, everyone's can was empty.

At the same time, Barry and Jessie both went, "Eeughh!" That broke everybody up. Then Debbie burped and they went hysterical. Even Ken laughed. "C'mon, Ken," Cathy said, leaning into him, "that was funny, wasn't it?" She saw Ken's eyes peer down into the wide neckline of her blouse. She leaned farther forward and it gaped wider, giving him a full view of her breasts, and Ken's breath caught audibly in his throat.

Debbie got up off the ottoman and plopped down with a thud between Cathy and Ken. "Whoa," she said, "getting up is tricky!" She started to fall towards Ken, but Cathy caught her.

"Careful, now," Cathy said to Debbie, glaring at her.

"I'm being as careful as you are," Debbie shot back.

Barry asked, "So, who won?"

"I saw Debbie finish hers first," said David.

"No, Jessie did," Ken and Barry said, practically at the same time. As the girls giggled, the two of them shot glances at each other.

"Okay," Cathy said, "Then that was practice. Everybody get another beer." When everyone had a fresh can in hand, Cathy called out, "Ready, set, go!" They all started chugging. Cathy sucked the last drops from her can and cried, "Okay, I'm--", then stopped as she saw five faces staring at her.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, are all of you done? So who was done first?"

They all looked at each other, then they all started laughing hysterically. Even Ken.

"God, you guys," sighed Cathy, "it doesn't take much to get you all drunk, does it? We're just going to have to do it again!"

"Wait," Jessie said, "I've got to make a phone call." She started to get up off the floor, but then sat back down. "Wow, I'm a little dizzy." All three guys jumped up to help Jessie, but David got there first. As Ken and Barry looked on, David pulled her up and she fell against him.

"Sorry," she grinned, "I'm a little wobbly."

"Not a problem," David grinned back, enjoying the feeling as her breasts pressed up against him.

"Hey," Cathy sniffed, "we need to make phone calls, too." Ken was closest to Debbie, so he helped her up. Debbie leaned up against him, practically grinding her breasts into his chest. Meanwhile, Barry pulled Cathy to her feet by placing his hand under her breast before sliding it across her nipple and under her arm to lift her. The unexpected caress made Cathy softly cry out.

Even though he was small, Barry was the strongest of the three guys. He had to be; it was the only way he'd kept from being beaten up in grade school. Even though he wasn't hassled much anymore, he still worked out.

"I'm sorry," he said with a start. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Cathy said with a shiver, "not at all."

David's hands seemed to be glued to Jessie's waist. Pulling away from him, Jessie asked, "Where's the phone?"

"What?" David said as if he was waking from a dream. "Oh. There's one right here, one in the kitchen and one in my parents' room."

Cathy slid from Barry's grasp and said, "We'll use the one in your folks' room. C'mon, Debbie." She pulled Debbie and Ken apart and practically had to drag Debbie into the bedroom.

"Wow," Barry said after they left, "this is some party!" He grabbed anther beer out of the cooler, opened it and took a long pull. "Ahh! Y'know, boys, I think we could get lucky tonight!"

Ken and David looked at him, then started laughing. "Yeah, right," said Ken. "Like that could happen."

"Jesus, Ken, what's the matter with you?", Barry said. "Debbie and Cathy were all over you! You could have either of them!"

"Sure, sure. On the Bizarro world, maybe."

"I'm telling you! Ken, for someone so smart, you can be pretty stupid. All you have to do is choose one!"

"Well, I don't want either one." Ken looked at the empty beer cans where Jessie was sitting.

"That's your choices, fella." Turning to David, Barry said, "And you can have whoever Ken doesn't choose." He grinned. "And I bet you hope it isn't Debbie, huh?"

David blushed. They both knew he'd had a crush on her since she started working at the computer center. David asked Barry, "And, just for the sake of argument, what about you?"

Barry took another nip at the can, then said, "I want Jessie. That one's hot!"

David fell across the couch, convulsed in laughter. "What a picture!" he choked. "What're you going to do? Stand on a chair to kiss her?"

"Yeah, go ahead, laugh it up," Barry scowled, "I'm just tall enough to bury my head between those tits of hers."

Ken suddenly felt an irrational rage bubbling inside him. Strange, he thought. Sure, he thought Jessie was the most attractive of the three, but that didn't mean he had to get mad at Barry's bravado. Barry just acted like a jerk most of the time anyway. "Well," he said, "that ain't going to happen, anyway, so why act like it's going to?"

"I'm telling you," Barry cried, "it could happen! And if you guys would loosen up a bit, it will!"

"You know, Barry," said Ken, "the less you weigh, the less booze you need to get drunk."

"What'sh your point?" Barry said, draining the can.

"The point is--" Ken began, then suddenly stopped.

"Well?" Barry said. Then he saw the look in Ken's eyes and turned to see what he was staring at. In the archway that separated the living room from the hallway stood Debbie. Without pants.

"Can you boys bring the cooler into the bedroom?" she purred, then turned and walked back to the bedroom, wiggling her ass as she went. Her T-shirt, just covering her full bottom, began to ride up, and the boys could see a flash of the white cotton panties underneath before she moved out of sight.

David slammed into Ken as he went for the cooler, bouncing off him and landing flat on his face on the floor.

Cathy was just hanging up the phone when Debbie got back to the bedroom. "You really can't get any more slutty, you know that?" she growled at Debbie.

"Hey, sweetie," Debbie spat back at Cathy, "now that I know where we stand, I know what I have to do. I've got to stoop to your level!"

From the moment they'd all left the living room, Debbie and Cathy had been at each other's throats. First Cathy told Debbie she was a slut for falling all over Ken, then Debbie told Cathy she was a slut for pushing her tits at Ken. It escalated from there.

"So you're after Ken now?" Cathy had accused Debbie.

"Why not? I don't see a label on him or anything."

Jessie covered the receiver with her hand. "C'mon, guys, I'm trying to talk to my mom!"

"Look," whispered Debbie, "you can have David or Barry. I met Ken long before you did!"

"And you didn't do anything about it then, so I'm taking him," Cathy hissed.

Jessie hung up the phone. "Aw, man," she whined, "and we were having so much fun. Do you have to start fighting?"

"Butt out, Jessie," Debbie told her as she picked up the phone, "this is between her and me." Debbie began dialing.

Jessie asked Cathy, "This is about Ken, isn't it?"

Cathy replied, "What, do you want Ken, too?"

"Ken? No way! Oh, he's all all right, but he's not as cute as Barry!"

"Barry?" Cathy stifled a giggle. "You think Barry's cute? Jessie, isn't Barry a little, uh, short?"

Jessie frowned. "So?"

Debbie hung up the phone. As Cathy passed her on the way to call her folks, she said, "Jessie's got the hots for Barry, so you don't have to worry about her. Just me."

"I'm not worried about you. You haven't got a chance with Ken," Debbie said.

"Oh really? I've got an advantage you don't!" Cathy plopped down on the bed, unbuttoned another button on her blouse, leaned forward, pulled up her skirt and spread her legs. It gave Debbie a full view of her red satin panties and her lacy bra.

"You're such a slut," Debbie told her.

Cathy picked up the phone and started dialing. "Whatever works, little miss baggy jeans and t-shirt."

There and then, Debbie decided that Cathy had run the show long enough and that she was taking over. With that, she pulled off her jeans, threw them in a corner, t-shirt she wore would cover her bottom and, wiggling her barely-covered ass at Cathy, went into the living room.

When Debbie came back, the went right to the computer. "Now, what do we have here?" In seconds, she checked each of the "invisible" icons, finding out what program each one ran. It didn't take her long to find the "Trivia For Swingers" game.

It didn't take long for the boys to come in with the cooler. "Hi, guys," smiled Debbie, "glad you could make it." She saw all three of them stealing glances at her thighs, and it sent a shiver through her. "Uh, put the cooler here, next to the bed."

Already sitting on the bed were Cathy and Jessie. Cathy was still sitting with her legs apart. Between Cathy's red panties peeking out from under her skirt and Debbie's milky thighs, the boys didn't know where to look first. Barry wasted no time in joining them on the bed, sitting right in front of Jessie but unable to keep his eyes away from Cathy's crotch. Jessie, like the other girls, noticed the boys' furtive glances and the growing bulges in their jeans, especially Barry's. She started to feel left out, so she crossed her legs and let her skirt ride up on her thighs. When Jessie's white silk panties flashed into view, Barry's almost choked.

Ken and David put the cooler down and sat down on the floor. Cathy rolled her eyes, then she said, "C'mon, you two, sit up here with us! We don't bite, you know!"

"Is there room?" Ken said hesitantly.

"Are you kidding? This is the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's plenty of room. C'mon." She patted the mattress between herself and Jessie.

David said as he was getting up, "Uh, yeah, my parents had it made special." He started sliding across the bed to where Cathy was patting.

Cathy wanted Ken sitting next to her, not David, so she stopped him by saying, "David, can you get us all a beer?"

Ken ended up sitting between Cathy and Jessie, facing them, which meant that Cathy was between Ken and Debbie, who was on the chair in front of the computer desk. David got the beers, passed them around and then settled on the edge of the bed facing Debbie. His eyes were riveted to her white inner thighs.

"Now, this time," Debbie said, "the person who finishes first has to say something, okay? Everybody ready? Go for it!" They all tipped their cans straight into the air and started gulping away. Except Debbie. She took a breath and leisurely lifted the can to her lips with one hand. With the other hand, she took a pen off the desk and jammed it into the bottom of the can. Instantly the brew rushed out and down her open throat. The can quickly was empty. "Gh-ah-- all done!", she crowed.

"Wow," said David when he'd drained his can. "That was incredible! You drank that fast!"

"Okay, so you won," sulked Cathy.

David asked, "What do you win?"

"I get to pick the next game we play," said Debbie, "and it's right here." She turned to the computer.

"Uh," said David, "what did you find?"

Debbie smiled at David as pressed the return key. "Oh, I bet you've seen this, haven't you?" David blushed.

They all looked at the computer as the opening screen appeared on the screen. "Oh, good," squealed Jessie, "I really wanted to know what that was all about!"

"Aw, c'mon Debbie," whined Cathy, "nobody wants to play with the computer tonight, do we guys?"

Barry's interest was evident. He looked back at Jessie and said, "'Swingers'? Hey, I want to know what it's about, too."

"Then it's settled." She clicked the "next" button and another screen came up with information about the game which she quickly read. She clicked "next" again and the program asked for player information. She keyed everyone's name and sex and then clicked the "finished" button. Another screen came up. The screen said, "Select Rating: 'X,' 'Double X' or 'Triple X'".

"So," asked Debbie, "what do you want to do?" The boys were silent. "C'mon," coaxed Debbie, "make a decision!" Still no response. "All right, you sissies, we'll start at the bottom." She clicked on the "X" button. "Feel better?" The boys started breathing a little easier. Another screen came up, Debbie quickly read it, clicked a button and a picture of a girl in a silk teddy appeared on the screen with the words, "I'm ready. Are you?"

"The way I understand it," Debbie explained, "the game's pretty easy. It asks you questions and if you don't get it right, it gives you a penalty."

Ken asked, "A penalty? What kind of penalty?"

"You'll see," Debbie said with a grin. "The first question is yours." She clicked the mouse. "'Who broke Babe Ruth's record for total number of home runs in a single season?'"

Ken looked at David. David shrugged. Then he turned to Barry, who just smiled. "Hell, I don't keep track of that shit!" Ken wasn't used to losing.

"That's all right," said Cathy, putting her hand on his shoulder, "you'll do better next time. What's your penalty?"

Debbie replied, "It says you have to take your shirt off and I have to kiss your nipples." The guys' mouths dropped. "Hey," Debbie said, "what did you expect from a game that says it's 'X' rated?"

"Wait a minute," Cathy protested, "it says 'a volunteer,' not you!"

"Well, I volunteer!"

"Well, I volunteer, too!"

Barry said, "Hey, why don't we drink for it? Whoever finished first this time gets to decide."

"Fine with me. Except this time," Cathy said, looking pointedly at Debbie, "don't go poking holes in the can, okay?"

"Fine," Debbie sniffed.

They popped open another set of beers and drained the cans together. This time David finished first. He chose Jessie to kiss Ken's nipples. He knew it would piss off Barry, but he did it anyway. He didn't know why.

Debbie frowned. She pressed a key on the keyboard. She'd selected the option that the computer would ask for volunteers, figuring she could control who did what, but that wasn't going to work. She knew how to change the options "on the fly," though, and from here on in the computer would choose.

Nervously, Ken slipped his t-shirt over his head. Jessie bent forward and pecked at one of the red bumps sticking out of the hair that covered his chest. "Mmf," Ken uttered, shivering a bit.

Jessie looked up at his face. She purred, "You like that?" Ken nodded a bit. She smiled and took the other nipple between her lips and flashed her tongue at it. As Ken again moaned slightly, she sat back up, giggling.

Ken started to put his shirt back on, but Debbie stopped him. "No, Ken. Once you take off a piece of clothing, it stays off." He blushed as Debbie stared at the matted hair that covered his chest and grew down along his stomach.

Cathy, her eyes shooting daggers at Jessie, asked, "Who's next?"

Debbie pulled her eyes away from Ken and looked at the screen. "Your turn, Cathy. 'Who won Super Bowl Eye?'"

Barry snickered. Cathy frowned and said, "I don't know and I don't care. What kind of questions are these, anyway?"

Debbie grinned. "I guess they're all sports questions." She'd purposely chosen the sports category, figuring that none of them knew anything about it.

"All right," Cathy sighed, "what's my penalty?"

"You have to remove your blouse and then David will kiss the tops of your breasts," Debbie said matter-of-factly.

Well, Cathy thought, she'd wanted to do something different on Friday night. This was definitely different. "Okay," she squeaked, saying it a little higher and louder than she'd meant. She unbuttoned her blouse, threw it off and leaned toward David, who sat slack-jawed and frozen, staring wide-eyed at the pale twin globes before him, practically bursting out of the thin lacy material of Cathy's bra. Her dark aureoles were plainly visible through the flimsy lace and her thick nipples poked out stiffly through the lace.

David couldn't move. He just continued staring as Cathy's breathing quickened in anticipation, causing her breasts to heave up and down. The two remained staring at each other for what seemed like a lifetime, then Jessie broke the silence and said, "C'mon, you two! Do Something!"

Cathy put her hands on either side of David's head and pulled him to her. As his face pressed into the soft flesh of her right breast, they moaned in unison. As David's lips instinctively began to nibble, his hand rose to cup her left breast, his palm pressed against the nipple.

Still moaning together, David pushed forward and Cathy fell backward until he was practically on top of her. As David's lips began to move down onto the filmy fabric of her bra to her nipple, she began to cry out, "Wait! Wait! Stop!"

David quickly pulled himself off her and, jumping from the bed, cried, "Oh, God! I'm sorry, I-- Did I-- did I hurt you?"

Cathy lay there panting. "No-- no--," she breathed, "it was-- wonderful, it was just-- too much!" She took David's hand in hers and smiled up at him. "You do nice things with your mouth. Where'd you learn that?"

David sat back on the bed. "I don't know," he said, "I-- I guess it just comes naturally."

Slowly, everyone's breath began to get back to normal. Debbie and Jessie both stared at David. Ken and Barry didn't miss their hungry expressions.

When Debbie regained enough composure to read the screen, she said, "it's Barry's turn. 'What basketball team won the NBA championship in 1994?'"

Barry knew, but he knew better than to answer correctly. Grinning, he lied, "I don't know. What's my penalty?"

"The same as Ken's, except I have to kiss your nipples."

"Okay," Barry gasped, throwing off his t-shirt and spreading his arms apart, exposing his hairless chest. "Go for it!"

Debbie got up off the chair and crawled on all fours across the bed to Barry. As she bent to take his nipple of his hard chest into his mouth, the hem of her baggy top rode up over her hips to bunch at her waist, exposing her ample bottom, jutting high into the air, covered only by the thin cotton panties.

As David gaped in awe of the object of his desire mere inches from his face, Barry reached up and massaged the small of Debbie's back. As Debbie began to suck at the nipple, Barry's hands moved farther down, under the waistband of the panties. He tried to cup her buttocks but couldn't reach, so his hands slid down on either side of her hips to press onto her stomach. As his fingertips brushed onto Debbie's pubic hair, she pulled back and, breathing heavily through trembling lips, said, "Uh-uh. Naughty boy!"

Barry grinned at her as he pulled his hands from her panties. "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?" Seeing Barry's grin, anger welled up in David.

Jessie, becoming impatient waiting for her turn, asked, "Who gets to go now?"

Barry interrupted. "Wait. You didn't do the other one."

Debbie bent, took a quick peck at Barry's other pap, then scooted back across the bed to the computer. Instead of sitting back on the chair, she laid across the bed on her stomach and reached for the keyboard. She hit a key.

It was Debbie's turn and, of course, she couldn't answer the question. Her "penalty" was the same as Cathy's, and the computer chose Barry as her partner. Debbie sighed. She'd hoped it was Ken. She looked over and saw him staring at her with a look of anticipation in his eyes. Debbie trembled at his gaze.

Debbie rolled over, sat up, pulled the shapeless shirt over her head, then laid back down onto the bed. On either side of her, David and Ken stared down at her near-naked body, only her utilitarian white bra and full cotton panties protecting her from their hungry eyes.

She raised her arms, beckoning Barry. "C'mon, stud, show me your stuff!"

"It's my lucky day," smirked Barry, as he moved down to lie next to her. He pressed his head into the nape of her neck and began to nibble downwards into her cleavage, while his hand pressed against her inner thigh and caressed upwards. As one, Ken and David shifted their positions, trying to relieve the tightness in their jeans as Barry's tongue darted in and out of the deep space between Debbie's breasts. As one, Cathy and Jessie pressed their hands between their legs in imitation of Barry's as he cupped Debbie's mound, which rose up and ground into his palm. As one, every mouth gasped as Barry's fingers slipped under the elastic of Debbie's panties and began to fondle her clitoris. Her pelvis began to beat more urgently and her moans became louder and shorter. Her panties grew dark with her outpourings, the moist stain spreading as quickly as those saturating Cathy's and Jessie's panties.

As Debbie's thighs opened wider, Barry pulled his hand away and rolled between her knees, grinding the bulge in his jeans into Debbie's soft flesh. Debbie grabbed Barry's hips and, as if it was a great effort, held him still. Between gasps, she said, "I-- think-- that's-- enough-- now--"

Barry pressed in one last time and sighed. "I'll take a rain check," he muttered as he rolled back off her and sat up. "I need a drink," he announced, sliding over to the cooler. "Anyone else?" Everyone agreed, and Barry handed out the brews.

David's turn was next. Debbie, who was now sitting next to him, smiled at him and asked, "Do you care what the question is?"

"No," David replied nervously. "What do I have to do?"

Debbie read the screen. "Same as Barry and Ken did."

In unison, Cathy and Jessie cried, "With who?"

"With Jessie." Jessie's eyes lit up. David was disappointed it wasn't Debbie, but realized he could get back at Barry for having his hands all over her.

Cathy protested. "Jessie's already had a turn helping with the penalties!"

"That was before the computer was selecting that," Debbie explained. Cathy pouted as David shyly unbuttoned his shirt. Jessie slid over to David, bent her head and took his nipple into her mouth.

Hesitantly, David put his hands on Jessie's' head, but as her tongue slithered across the sensitive pap, his fingers twined into her hair and he pulled her into him. She pushed as hepressed and the two fell back onto the bed. He felt her breasts press against him and he lowered him arm to cup one in his hand. As he began to massage the nipple poking tight against her blouse, she began to gently nibble his with her teeth, making him cry out. Excited by his reaction, her moaning lips slithered to his other pap and sucked at it deeply. The movement of her body rolled her breast against the throbbing bulge in his jeans and his hips began to rut.

His hand slid down her body and disappeared under the waistband of her loose, flowing skirt. Again, all breathing in the room stopped as all eyes fell upon Jessie's suddenly sharply jutting buttocks. Cathy noticed the damp stain growing on Jessie's thin skirt and realized that her skirt was becoming just as wet.

Jessie pulled her head up and, her pelvis still pumping, asked David, "Did you-- like that?" David, unable to speak, simply nodded. Jessie groaned, "You-- have to-- stop."

Still trembling, David slowly pulled his hand out from under Jessie's skirt and her bottom slowly stopped pumping. She slowly lifted herself up and moved back to lean against the headboard, gulping for air. "God," she said, turning to a flush-faced Cathy, "his hands are just as good as you said his mouth was!"

For a brief moment both Barry and Ken wished David dead.

Debbie, like the rest, was also out of breath, but she managed to say, "Don't take too much of a rest, Jessie. It's your turn."

A smile crossed her face. Still breathing heavily, she didn't wait for Debbie to tell her what she was supposed to do. She leaned forward and slipped off her blouse, proudly displaying her firm breasts, free and unfettered.

"Wow," said Barry.

"I've never worn a bra," she giggled. "Never felt the need."

"God," Ken muttered as he started for her, "how do they stay up?"

"Not so fast," Debbie said to him. "The computer chose David."

"Hey," shouted Ken, angry at the computer's choice. "That's not fair!"

"I guess," said Debbie, "that the computer just picks randomly. That's the breaks. It'll even out in the long run." Through the haze of the alcohol, Debbie was beginning to wonder exactly where the "long run" was going to lead.

Jessie leaned back against the headboard between Ken and Barry and pushed her leg against David, who was still lying across the foot of the bed. "C'mon, lover," she purred, "do me again!"

Trembling, David rolled over and slid up toward Debbie, purposely avoiding meeting Barry's hate-filled eyes. Debbie threw out her arms and pulled David's head into the deep valley between her breasts. As his lips began to nibble her soft flesh, her legs separated, her knees rose and her thighs tightened against his waist. David's caresses moved down and under Jessie's left breast and as he slowly nipped his way up the firm globe, she began to moan rhythmically and her hips began to undulate. His lips brushed against the aureole, but just as Jessie expected him to take her swollen nipple into his mouth, he slid back into the deep valley between. Jessie responded by increasing her moans and the rutting of her hips, and David began to feel her dampness on his stomach. He nibbled along the underside of her right breast and up to the nipple. Just as he touched her right aureole, he lifted his head and her breath caught in her throat.

David suddenly jerked his head down and hungrily sucked the tight nipple into his mouth. Jessie screamed as he vigorously nursed at it, gently nipping at it with his teeth, her thighs clamping him tightly between them. His hands came up and he kneaded the sides of her breasts, pressing them together. Quickly, he moved to the other nipple, while his hand moved up and began to roll the abandoned one between his thumb and forefinger.

Jessie's cries became sharper and more urgent. Over and over she rubbed herself up against his stomach, her clitoris pressing against the fabric of her panties. As the rest watched, her face contorted in rapture and she suddenly squealed as her body convulsed in orgasm. David felt her shudder under him, quivering violently against his stomach, and sucked and caressed more firmly, trying to prolong her pleasure.

The convulsions began to subside and as Jessie's cries became less intense, she sobbed, "Oh-- oh-- stop-- stop--".

David lifted his head and, grinning, asked, "Was it good for you?"

"T-that-- that was-- in-- credible-- incredible--" She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him against her breasts, rocking back and forth.

"M-my pleasure," David stuttered into her bosom.

"Enough, you two," Cathy said breathlessly, "break already!" They both looked at her, then David pulled himself away and sat back next to Debbie, who was finishing her beer.

Cathy had noticed that Ken seemed upset, and she, like Debbie, was beginning to wonder about the wisdom of continuing this game. "Well, we've all had a turn at this," she said brightly. "Do we want to continue or do we want to stop now?"

Both Ken and Barry looked crestfallen, but didn't say anything. Jessie said, "This is fun! I don't want to stop." To Debbie she asked, "Do you?"

Debbie looked at the computer screen. She knew what was coming up. The next round looked to be even more dangerous than the last, but then she remembered how good it felt to have Barry's hands on her body. Then she wondered how it would to have Ken do to her what Barry had done. She looked at the computer screen. She knew what was coming up.

"No, I don't want to stop now," she said. She looked at Ken and Barry. "You guys want to stop?"

"No way!" squeaked Barry.

Cathy's face frowned in worry. She finished off the beer in her hand.

"Then I guess we go on," Debbie said. "Okay, it's your turn, Ken."

With just the slightest trace of a tremble in his voice, he asked, "What do I have to do?"

With a bit more of a tremble in hers, she replied, "You have to, uh, take off your pants. Then--"

"Then what?" Ken slid to the edge of the bed and looked over to the screen. "Oh," he said quietly.

Barry, who was farthest from the screen, asked impatiently, "Well, what does it say?"

As Ken stood and undid his belt buckle with shaking hands, he asked her, "Should I sit on the edge of the bed?"

Debbie began to gasp as Ken's pants fell to the floor. His penis sprang upward, jutting out under the damp material of his briefs. "H-uh, yeah, I g-guess."

Barry yelled, "David, what does the screen say?!?" There was a trace of anger in Barry's voice as he read the words, "Ken must sit up. Debbie is to sit on his lap, facing him with her legs straddling him. They will neck and pet for two minutes."

Jessie giggled and asked, "What if they don't stop after two minutes?"

"It says that if they don't stop, the rest of us are supposed to make them stop," David said.

Barry snickered. "I'll bet you'll be sure Ken doesn't go over the limit with Debbie, won't you, David?" David glared at him.

"David," breathed Debbie, "when I'm positioned on Ken's lap, be sure to press this key, okay?" She gestured to the keyboard. "It's the timer."

"Uh-huh," he replied. Maybe, he thought, he'd press it sooner than that.

Ken sat on the edge of the bed between Cathy and David. Debbie stood in front of him. She moved forward, placing a leg on either side of his knees. Ken looked down at her soaked panties. The darkness that was her pubic hair was plainly visible, as was the contours of her labia. She placed her hands on his shoulders and lowered her bottom. His arms went around her to give her support. As she squatted onto his knees, he saw the outline of her nether lips quiver and part.

Debbie rested her full weight on Ken, pulling her legs up and resting them on either side of him on the bed. Then she pulled herself forward. She suddenly felt his penis poking into her stomach through what little fabric they were still wearing. She cried out.

Ken dropped his hands to her buttocks and pulled her into him, and she felt his hardness pushing into her skin as it slid upwards. Her arms wrapped around his back as he crushed her against him, her breasts flattened against his chest, his long thick penis tight between her belly and his. At its base, the shaft rested between the folds of her labia, and she felt it pulse against her clitoris.

Ken pressed his mouth against hers and parted his lips, thrusting his tongue between her teeth. Her tongue met his and intertwined. His fingers pressed into her buttocks as hers pressed into his back and her legs tightened around him. Her pelvis twitched, grinding her clitoris sharply up the hard flesh pressed against it. His hips jerked in response, pressing him tighter against her. They moaned into each other's mouths as they rhythmically clutched at each other again and again. Debbie felt the heat within her spreading from her groin, threatening to overwhelm her when the computer beeped.

"No! No!", she cried, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" She began to frantically pound at Ken and he returned blow for blow. Both David and Cathy moved to pull them apart.

"Uh-uh," Cathy scolded as she unwrapped Debbie's arms from around Ken. "Two minutes. You're done!"

David had his hands on Ken's shoulders. Ken's arms flew up and he grabbed at David, shouting at him, "Get the fuck off me!"

"All right, all right," David cried as he backed off.

Her eyes still glazed, Debbie lifted herself off of Ken and, shaking, slid onto the chair in front of the computer. Ken remained sitting and panting for breath on the edge of the bed. Both their thighs were damp from Debbie's secretions. Cathy, her breathing heavy from watching the two of them, glanced over to the computer screen.

Jessie asked, "Who's turn is it?"

Cathy gulped at her beer, then stood up. Jessie pulled Barry's hand off her leg. "I told you before," she said to him, "not until the computer says so!" Then she asked Debbie, "What is she supposed to do?"

Debbie rasped while gulping air, "It says-- she's-- she's supposed to take off her skirt and sit on Ken's lap like I did."

David, who'd just finished one beer and was reaching with shaking hands for another, said, "Not much variety in this program."

Barry sucked at the can in his hand, then looked over at Jessie's breasts and said, "Doesn't bother me."

Cathy began to loosen her skirt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew what she was about to do was very dangerous, but the way Ken was still looking at Debbie was making her crazy. She hungered to have him look at her that way, to have his arms around her like he had them around Debbie, to press his body against hers.

She moved in front of Ken and let her skirt drop to the floor. She shivered as his eyes focused on the small patch of fabric that was her satin bikini panties.

Ken groaned as Cathy spread her legs and moved forward to straddle his knees. His eyes danced along the edges of the red satin, too small to hide the thick strands of pubic hair poking out on either side, spreading up her belly past the low-slung waistband. The material, dark crimson where Cathy's fluids had soaked through, clung tightly to her labial lips, fluttering and parting as she lowered herself onto his lap. The beads that formed on the fabric broke and dripped onto his thighs as she rested her weight on her lap, wrapped his legs around his waist and crushed herself against him.

As did Debbie, Cathy moaned when Ken's penis pressed against her stomach, the head pushing and sliding up to rest practically in the hollow of her navel. Ken felt the folds of her labia wrap around his shank as her breasts crushed against him, her thick, swollen nipples poking between the lace of her bra to dig into his chest. She slid her body back and forth, rubbing the hard nubs across his chest hairs and he lowered his head and began to suck deeply at her neck.

As they began to move together, Ken marveled at the difference between Cathy's body and Debbie's. Even through the bra, Ken felt how much softer Cathy's breasts were and how her labial folds were thicker. Her movements were different, too. When she began to thrust at him, she pushed her hips into him, pressing her clitoris hard on his shaft and then releasing, instead of rocking her hips and sliding herself up and down on him like Debbie did. He wasn't sure which he liked better but both felt wonderful. He began to grunt and she clamped her thighs high on his waist, wrapping her legs tightly around him and leaned back in his arms, pressing herself tightly against his penis again and again. Her breasts bobbed up and down with her movements and he bent his head low, taking her nipple and the lace surrounding it into his mouth. Her body entire body suddenly tensed and she screamed, startling him. She shuddered, then fell limp against him as the computer beeped.

Ken didn't hear the beep. He continued to rut at Cathy's gasping body. Even after she dragged herself up and away from him, his body wouldn't stop shaking. The pressure in his groin was intense. Still groaning, he slid his trembling legs back onto the bed and slid himself up against the headboard next to Jessie. His hand brushed her hip and he twitched at the contact. Jessie giggled at his reaction.

Cathy couldn't stand for very long. She plopped down onto the edge of the bed and leaned back on the headboard, trying to catch her breath. She felt a dampness on her bare stomach that began to slide down into her pubic hair. She looked over to Ken and suddenly realized it was from the large wet stain on Ken's briefs that surrounded the tenting bulge that was the head of his penis. She put her hand on her belly and her fingertips slid on the slick filmy fluid. She suddenly got very scared.

Barry slid across the bed to sit in front of Debbie and the computer. "My turn, right?"

Debbie peered at the screen and gulped. "Uh-huh," she whispered.

Barry read the words on the computer, then smiled at Debbie as he stood in front of her and said, "Oh, you get to play again, too!" Grinning viciously, he threw a quick glance at David, who was clearly unhappy that Barry and Debbie were paired again.

"Lose my pants, eh? No problem." He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the floor as his penis sprang free to point at Debbie, inches from her face.

As they all gasped at the sight, Barry smiled and said, "Sorry, guys, but I stopped wearing underwear a long time ago. Okay, sweetcheeks," he said to Debbie as he sat on the edge of the bed, "Let's do it!"

Debbie stared at the bobbing pole thrusting stiffly up from Barry's lap. She'd never seen a penis before, not in real life, and she was filled with a mixture of fear and desire. She sat frozen in place, even as a warm spark began to grow in her belly.

Barry leaned forward, took her hands in his and pulled at her. With a start, Debbie began to stand, but before she was completely up, David rose, reached around behind her and pressed the key to start the timer.

Barry growled at him, "Hey!"

"Tough," David growled back.

As she did with Ken, Debbie squatted onto Barry's knees and threw her legs up on either side of him. Barry's fingers dug into the cotton fabric that covered her buttocks and pulled her into him. With his penis unencumbered, it stood straight up, so Debbie didn't feel the head dragging up against her stomach as she did with Ken. She did feel it's length press against her belly when Barry pressed her body tightly into his. She noticed that it was shorter and thinner than Ken's. She wasn't sure whether it was because of its size or because there was less fabric between them, but it seemed to fit more snugly between her labial lips.

Barry's head was level with Debbie's chest, so his mouth went to work on her breasts. He licked and nipped at the soft flesh exposed above her bra, then moved lower. His teeth bit at the bumps that were her nipples poking out under the cotton cups.

It took longer for Debbie to start rocking up and down against Barry's penis than it did with Ken, but when her movements began, she felt that each upward stroke caused the head of his shorter shank to press in against her clitoris. Each time she fell back onto his legs, the shaft poked into the top of her labia before sliding up her belly and with each prod she cried out. She felt the fire growing within, licking and teasing inside her, and the waves of her orgasm begin to break as the signal to stop rang in her ears.

"Oh, God, no, not again, not again!", she cried, pounding her pelvis furiously at Barry, but again David and Cathy were there to pull her off him. As she rose, her body twitching, Barry fell back onto the bed, grunting, his hips still thrusting, his penis stabbing into the air.

Jessie tapped Barry with her foot. "She's gone," she giggled, "you can stop now."

Debbie slid back onto the chair in front of the computer, gulping air. David stared at the long damp stain that ran up the front of her panties, showing where Barry's penis had pressed against her.

Cathy pulled her eyes away from Barry's throbbing member and peered at the computer screen. This game was completely out of hand and very dangerous. It was Debbie's fault for letting her stay in control. Well, now it was Debbie's turn. The computer said she was supposed to remove her pants or skirt, but she wasn't wearing either.

Cathy smiled. She sat up and leaned over to Debbie, who was still leaning back in the chair, gasping for breath. She took her hand and said, "It's your turn again, dear."

"Oh, God," Debbie moaned, "I'm so-- I'm so--"

"I know you are," Cathy soothed, "and the computer says that Barry's supposed to help you." Barry lifted his head. Cathy continued. "This time for sure. Okay?" She pulled at Debbie's arm and Debbie leaned forward in the chair.

As Barry moved back to the edge of the bed, his penis still stiff and swollen, Debbie rose from the chair. Her breasts began to heave and her hips fluttered in anticipation. She needed a release. She hungered for a release. This time she'd make sure she orgasmed.

As Debbie moved to straddle Barry again, Cathy stopped her. "Wait. You've got to take off your panties."

Debbie froze. Everyone stared at her, waiting to see what she'd do. Barry's hips twitched. David stared down at the bead of fluid that was forming on the head of Barry's penis, then stared at Debbie's drenched panties. The bulge in Ken's shorts started throbbing.

Jessie's nervous laughter broke the silence. "So what are you going to do, Debbie?"

Debbie leaned over, pulled a beer out of the cooler and popped it open. She put the can to her lips and tipped it upwards, pouring the liquid into her mouth. She continued pouring until the can was drained, then dropped the can onto the floor.

With one motion, Debbie hooked her fingers into the waistband and slid her large cotton panties over her hips, down her thighs and stepped out of them, standing before them totally exposed.

Barry groaned. Debbie's naked pubic mound was mere inches from his face. The dark curls of her pubic hair, glistening with her fluids, began just below her navel and grew thick and lush down her stomach, forking to display the thick, open lips of her labia and the swollen clitoris just above.

He looked up to her face. Her eyes were glazed and unfocused. She started moving downward, and Barry moved his gaze back to the darkness between her legs. As she descended, he watched her labial lips part, opening like a flower. He pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of her naked buttocks and drew her to him. They both cried out as they felt bare skin upon bare skin, the underside of his penis digging tightly into the rough hair on her belly, the folds of her labia fluttering against his scrotum, her hot, throbbing clitoris pressed tight against his hot, throbbing shank.

At first she just clung to him, her arms gripping him tightly, afraid to move. Then he slowly thrust his hips and his shaft ground up hard against her. A low, guttural moan came from her throat. He pulled back and her moan continued as the shank slid down, rubbing roughly against her clitoris. He pushed in again and the rod burrowed into her pubic hair as it slid up her belly. Again he pulled back and again the shaft struck fire into her groin.

Her pelvis began to undulate in time with his thrusting. Her movements were slight at first but began to increase as she felt the fires within grow and spread. Each jab of her hips was more intense than the last, lengthening the stroke of his shank's grinding motion against her clitoris. Each lengthened stroke brought the head of his penis closer to the top of her labia until Debbie screamed as suddenly she felt the knob at the end push in, press sharply against her clitoris and catch within the hollow above before sliding up into the curly hair on her belly, only to slide quickly back down to press in again.

The wave broke and she was overwhelmed as the orgasm washed over her. Over and over she screamed as her pelvis, now totally out of her control, thrashed at the source of her pleasure. The waves continued to pummel her being as the head of Barry's penis pushed hard into her clitoris, then suddenly switch direction, sliding rapidly down and pushing inward, forcing apart the folds of her labia. Barry lifted her buttocks and pulled her up and into him, driving himself into her.

Debbie went suddenly silent as the sudden pressure within her took her breath away. Her eyes flew open wide in shock and she sucked in her cheeks, inhaling sharply at the bulging presence inside. A gasped "Oh!" passed her lips as she felt the head sink deeper into her, stretching her open. Barry lifted her up, then dropped her hard onto his shaft and she whimpered again as his penis drove deeper into the narrow passageway, this time stopped only by the membrane that was her virginity. With a grunt, Barry hammered himself up and Debbie gasped a third time as she felt the sharp spike within her tear through her maidenhead. He was lodged fully inside her when the signal came.

They stayed frozen together, coupled, both of them afraid to move. The only motion was the fluttering contractions of the walls of Debbie's vagina and the rhythmic pulsing of the veins in Barry's penis. Debbie marveled at the throbbing fullness pushed tightly inside her. Barry thrilled at the rippling warmth tightly holding him.

No one made a move to pull them apart. Although no one but Debbie and Barry were aware that he had actually entered her, the rest knew that something had happened in the last seconds before the computer beeped the end of the turn.

Jessie was the first to speak. "Debbie," she asked, "are you all right?"

Debbie exhaled. The simple act of breathing caused a wave of feeling to rush through her and she felt herself contract slightly on the alien flesh inhabiting her body, which made Barry groan slightly.

"I-- I--" Debbie tried to speak. "I'm f-fine." She began to lift herself off Barry's lap. As she pulled up, she felt the walls of her vagina close behind the withdrawing head of Barry's penis and her labial folds pulling along the length of it. As the bulbous head passed out of her labia, she felt the lips clutching and sucking at it as if trying to keep it from pulling out.

As Debbie stood up, Barry fell back onto the bed and began to breathe again, his stiff penis pointing into the air. Now there was no doubt that something had happened. A pink-tinged fluid coated Barry's penis and thighs. As Debbie collapsed onto the chair, her legs apart, everyone saw her open labia oozing streaks of blood.

They all knew, but Cathy had to ask. "Debbie, did-- did Barry--"

Debbie lifted her head and looked at Cathy. Fighting to regain her composure, she sat up in the chair and pulled her knees together. She decided that if they weren't sure what had happened, then they didn't need to know.

"No," said Debbie defiantly, "no, he didn't."

"But I thought I saw--"

"I don't care what you saw," Debbie shouted at Cathy. "Nothing happened, okay?"

"Okay," Cathy whispered, "okay. Nothing happened."

"All right," Debbie said, a little too loudly, "whose turn is it next? David's, right? Fine. David, lose your pants. Jessie, you're paired with him. Barry, get the fuck out of the way!"

Debbie pulled another can out of the cooler, opened it and drank deeply. The beer felt cool and good in her mouth and the numbness it spread though her body felt good, too. She didn't want to feel the slight soreness between her legs. She wanted to forget that she just lost her virginity in the middle of playing a stupid computer game. She wanted to forget that a penis had been inside her, dripping from its own fluids, while she was ovulating and fertile. She wanted to forget that in the brief moment Barry was inside her, he could have made her pregnant.

She didn't want to forget the feeling of fullness, though. That felt good. That felt real good, and she shivered at the memory as she gulped at the beer.

Barry slid back across the bed, his testicles aching from the feeling of pushing himself into Debbie but not draining his seed into her. He couldn't believe he'd actually gotten inside her. He hadn't really meant to do that. All he really wanted to do was bring her to orgasm the way David did with Jessie. He just lost control.

Still, he figured it was justice. He'd gotten into David's precious Debbie. He'd taken her virginity, not David, and there wasn't a damned thing David could do about it. He looked over at David, sitting on the edge of the bed seething.

David was red with rage. There was no doubt in his mind that Barry had pushed himself into Debbie, maybe had even come inside her. The thought of Barry's seed swimming in Debbie's womb, maybe making her pregnant, made David crazy. He'd get his revenge. Somehow.

Cathy was drinking from the can in her hand, trying to calm down, trying to make her mind fuzzy again. She knew Debbie's cycle. It was the same as hers and Jessie's. Barry's penis, like both Ken's and David's, was coated with his own secretions. Secretions that had some sperm in it. Even if Barry had just pushed his penis though Debbie's hymen and into her vagina, he could have put sperm in her. And if Barry had actually ejaculated in Debbie, she was almost certainly pregnant.

She didn't want to think about it anymore and she swallowed more beer. It served Debbie right, anyway. It was her idea to play this stupid game, and now she'll have to pay. Besides, it wasn't Ken who did it.

Ken felt kind of sorry for David, but mostly he was jealous of Barry. His groin ached from all the teasing it had been through, and all he could think about was getting off. Soon.

Jessie quickly finished off her beer. She couldn't wait to have David touch her again. His mouth on her breasts had sent sparks though her and his hand on her clitoris had made her feel like she'd never felt before. While she watched Cathy's and Debbie's orgasms while they were with Ken and Barry, all she could think about was grinding herself against David. She wanted David. A hunger for him burned within her and she eagerly slid across the bed.

David had pulled his jeans down and was pulling them off his legs. He was wearing boxer shorts and he was having a hard time keeping his stiff penis from poking through the slit in front. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing Debbie in her chair. Jessie slid around him and stood next to him. She moved to face him and, grinning at him, said, "Are you ready for this?"

"I-- I think so," David replied, grinning back at her. "Are you?"

In reply, Jessie lifted her long, silky skirt, showing David her skimpy white bikini panties. They were practically transparent, soaked through from her juices. As she descended onto his legs, she wrapped the skirt around up the two of them. She took his hands in hers, placed them under each of her arms and onto her back for support, then leaned backward, tilting her labia upwards. She put her hands under her skirt and into the slit of his shorts. David moaned as, with both hands, she pulled his penis free. She threw her legs around his waist and, still grasping David's shaft, pulled herself into him and up, rubbing the underside of the head firmly up and down against her clitoris under the sodden fabric.

Jessie pushed her hips forward, pushing David's penis up between his stomach and her labial lips. Her hands came out from under her skirt and she wrapped her arms around his back with her hands on his shoulders. David instinctively pulled her up, crushing her breasts into his chest. She lifted herself up, sliding her clitoris up the length of his penis and letting the head press into the hollow at the top of her labia. She rutted her hips, grinding against him again and again, and suddenly the flames sparked and spasmed through her body.

As David felt the shuddering body in his arms begin to calm, he slid his hands from her back around and onto her breasts, kneading and massaging them while increasing the force of his thrusting hips. Her spasms began anew. Each time her orgasm began to subside, David would intensify his movements and another orgasm would flash through her. As the computer went off, she was cresting for the fourth time.

As the last waves of pleasure ebbed, she collapsed in his arms. Her weight pushed him backwards and David had to throw his arms back to keep from having his spine snap against her legs, still wrapped around his waist. She moaned in his ear, "Oh, God, oh, God." She couldn't let him go.

Together, they rolled over so that Jessie was on her back with David on top of her. Jessie's skirt flipped up and draped onto the bed, but the rest were still unable to see what they were all dying to know, if David had penetrated her. They could see both David's shorts and Jessie's panties, but they couldn't see if the material still separated them or if it had been pushed aside.

When David rolled himself off Jessie to lie next to her, everyone gasped when his bare penis came into view, pointed upwards through the slit in his shorts. All eyes fell on Jessie's crotch. The white fabric, although drenched, was covering her labia. Both Ken and Barry sighed with relief.

"M-my turn," Jessie gasped, her breasts heaving up and down, her thighs still quivering. "Is it David? Please say it's David!"

Debbie tore her eyes away from the white triangle and glanced at the screen. "Yes, it's David." Jessie smiled. Both Ken and Barry groaned. Ken began to hate computers in general and this one in particular.

Debbie was still wondering if Jessie had pulled her panties aside and had let David enter her while she had her hands under her skirt. She said, "You have to lose your pants-- I mean--"

Jessie replied, "Not a problem," and, still lying on her back, raised her hips and slipped her panties down her thighs, throwing them across the room.

Debbie started to say, "No! I meant your skirt!", but Jessie had already rolled over and straddled David, still lying next to her. She pulled her skirt out from between them and began to rub her labial lips against his penis.

"Oh, God, that feels so much better," she cried. As she ground herself against him, she leaned over and brushed her nipples against his chest. David reached up and cupped them in his hands as his hips began thrusting up, meeting each of her downward thrusts, striking the head of his penis into her clitoris again and again, making her moan over and over.

David tried to pull one of Jessie's breasts up to his mouth and Jessie moved slightly upwards to accommodate him. Her pelvis shifted and the next thrust of David's hips sent the head of his penis deep between the folds of Jessie's labia. They both gasped together as they felt it catch within, and they both froze with a mixture of wonder and fear.

David ached to push himself into her. This was his chance to avenge Debbie's deflowering by Barry. This was his chance to lose his own cursed virginity and take Jessie's along with it. This was his chance to feel the pleasure of coupling. He ached to thrust into her, to be engulfed in her flesh, to feel the pleasure of filling her, to pump his seed into her. He craved the pleasure. He craved her. He wanted her.

Only the danger kept him from completing the union. The danger of planting a baby inside her. Her baby. His baby.

Jessie knew the danger. The head of his penis was pressed tight into the opening of her vagina. At any moment, he could push himself up into her, forcing the head into the opening of her womb and pump it full with his seed. Even if he didn't push, he could start spurting and his seed would be inside her. Even now, the head, pressed within her, was seeping his seed from the tip.

She knew she was ovulating. She knew that if just one of his sperm passed through her labial lips, she could become pregnant. Yet the oozing head was past the folds, was lodged between them, was even now releasing his seed into her labia. His sperm, swimming up past her hymen, through her vagina and into her womb, impregnating the egg inside her. Making a baby inside her. Her baby. His baby.

She decided that it was already too late. All she could think about was the pleasure. The pleasure of his hands on her breasts, his tongue on her nipple, his penis on her clitoris. His penis inside her. She craved the pleasure. She craved him. She wanted him.

They stared into each other eyes, each communicating to the other the desire and the fear. Together, silently, they decided. Barry put his hands on her buttocks, Jessie put her hands on his shoulders and together they pressed into each other to complete their joining.

David gazed in awe at Jessie's face, reflecting the mixture of rapture and shock boiling within her as the head of his penis slowly slid deeper into the soft folds of her flesh, stretching open the narrow channel. They felt her trembling labial lips rippling down along the shaft as more and more of him was enveloped by her warm, moist sheathe. Together, they voiced their bliss in a low moan.

As he pressed deeper into her, the tip of his thickness touched the taut skin of her hymen. They both gasped at the sensation, but their pressure continued. The tip pressed against the thin barrier, stretching it tight around the flattening head as the shaft continued inward. The moisture within increased, flooding the channel and dripping out onto their thighs. The sheer membrane began to rupture from the tension and they both cried out as it tore away, peeling back around the head as he sank deeper into her.

The speed of his penetration increased. They moaned together as she took more and more of him into her. He dug his fingers into her buttocks and she pulled tightly at his shoulders as his penis filled her vagina. Their pubic bones met and they cried out in wonder as they felt him nestled fully inside her, their mating complete.

For a moment, they lay motionless, their eyes locked in a dance of desire. Then their lips met and their tongues intertwined as Jessie's buttocks slowly rose and David's bottom pressed into the mattress. His penis moved slowly out, sliding tight though her moist vagina. Her silken flesh rubbed against the underside of his shaft, his rigid flesh rubbed against her swollen clitoris and they both felt the flames of passion burn hotter within them. He withdrew, the head of his penis held only by the grasping lips at her opening and suddenly they both felt the dark loss of their oneness. She thrust down, he thrust up and as they again were overwhelmed by the merging of their beings, the friction of penetration enflamed their desire. Again they separated to provoke the fire, again came the pain of separation, again came the wanton urgency to implant his stiffness deep into her open chamber, to fill her void with his need, to embrace his flesh with her flesh. Again and again his unyielding penis stabbed deep into her welcoming vagina and the flames licked higher, driving them closer to the orgiastic holocaust they both craved.

Every eye in the room was on Jessie's buttocks, bobbing up and down under her skirt, and every mind had the same question burning within. Debbie, who was directly behind them, saw only the rutting of Jessie's hips and her bare legs spread wide apart on either side of David's knees. The fluttering of Jessie's skirt allowed Cathy, next to them, to occasionally see a flash of her thigh, but was unable to tell if David had actually penetrated her. Ken and Barry could only stare lustfully at the carnal passion on Jessie's face.

David and Jessie continued to pound into each other. Their thrusts became more intense, seeking to embed his penis further and further into her vagina. Then Jessie felt a delicious pressure inside her as the tip of David's penis slid against her cervix. As one, they rolled over and David was on top of Jessie, still jabbing her hips into him, pulling him in even more deeply. He placed his hands on the mattress at either side of her and pulled himself up, arching his back, then began to violently hammer himself into her. David started to grunt with each thrust as he bore down on her, forcing the underside of his penis tighter against the wall of Jessie's vagina with each savage piercing, forcing the shank tighter against her clitoris, making her squeal with each blow, bringing them both closer to climax.

They both felt the pressure building within, aching for release, and they both knew it was mere moments away.

With Jessie's skirt draped underneath them and David high above her, they all immediately saw the answer to their question. They all could see David's penis, slick with their fluids, sliding in and out of Jessie, her bulging labial lips pulling at the glistening shaft.

"Oh, God," cried Cathy.

"Uh-huh," Barry grunted.

"No, you don't understand," Cathy barked, "Jessie's ovulating! We all are! If David comes in her, he'll make her pregnant!"

Through the haze of ecstasy, David heard Cathy's words, but they were meaningless to his enraptured body. Already, the pressure in his scrotum was uncontrollable. His rutting body was past the stopping point. All he could do was cry out, "Jessie! I'm--"

Jessie screamed, "Yes, yes, do it, do it, Do It," and her scream became non-verbal as they felt his penis swell up inside her, tightening against her vaginal walls, preparing for ejaculation. She climaxed then. Her body tensed and shuddered as the release washed over her. Her vagina spasmed against the engorging shaft and David felt the contraction begin deep inside him and race along his penis, forcing a thick gush of his semen surging out of him and deep into her. Her scream caught in her throat as she felt his sharp throb, knowing that it meant his seed was inside her.

As his penis began to bloat again, David pulled back, then drove himself even deeper into her as Jessie thrust herself up to take him in even deeper and then it pulsed again, squirting another long jet of semen through her cervix and into her womb. Over and over, his throbbing penis thrust deep into her clutching vagina, pumping spurt after spurt, flooding her womb with his sperm.

As the last drops of semen drained from David's penis and the waves of Jessie's' orgasm ebbed, David collapsed into Jessie's open arms, his pounding chest against her heaving breasts, their pubic bones still grinding together. They remained with their bodies still joined, their bodies intertwined. Even as their passions waned, they couldn't stop their hands from caressing each other and they kissed long and deeply. When David finally rolled himself from Jessie's body onto the bed, his penis, still rigid, slid out of her still-gripping vagina with a slight slurping sound.

The rest stared in astonishment at David's still-rigid penis and Jessie's raw and gaping labia, both coated with the syrupy remains of the violent mating they had just witnessed. Their own passions and desires threatened to overwhelm them.

Ken's face reflected his hunger and frustration. The primitive emotions welling up inside him were strange and becoming uncontrollable, and seeing Jessie take not just pleasure from David, but his seed as well, was pushing him over the edge. A primal urge was boiling within him.

Barry, too, was reacting to the same bestial impulses. But it wasn't his turn.

"My turn," Ken growled.

Debbie and Cathy were both fighting their own primeval urges. Unreasonably, they were both aching to mate with David when Ken's guttural outburst broke through their feral impulses.

Debbie automatically glanced to the computer screen. She suddenly realized she'd forgotten to start the timer for Jessie and David. "I-- I d-don't know, Ken," she stammered, "I didn't--"

With a grunt, Ken moved quickly across the bed and went for the keyboard. He hit a key, then another. The timer screen quickly flashed, then disappeared, bringing up the next round.

Ken took in the instructions as he peeled off his briefs, exposing his thick, long penis, by far the largest of the three. Then, as the rest watched in shock, he fell upon the still-panting Jessie, pulling her legs apart and positioning himself between them. She cried out in surprise as, with a single savage stroke, Ken drove the entirety of his rock-hard penis deep into her vagina. She screamed as she felt her vaginal walls violently stretched open by the sudden ravishment within, Immediately he began thrusting himself fiercely in and out of her tight vagina and it yielded to his barbaric instincts. He reveled in the feeling of her warmth grating against the underside of his penis, sending sparks through him.

Jessie quickly became accustomed to the massive fullness within, sinking deep into her. She felt an incredibly thrilling pressure inside as the head of his penis rubbed against her cervix as he pounded in. Her screams became rhythmic, crying out again and again in wonder at the orgasmic fire building again within her, this time starting faster and deeper inside, flaring in a different tempo, a different intensity. Her rutting pelvis moved to meet a new rhythm and when she suddenly crested, the waves buffeted her with a new vibration.

As Jessie's vaginal spasms clutched again and again at his thick penis, Ken began to growl and his stabbing became even more barbaric. Then his entire body suddenly tensed and with a final violent jerk he pounded Jessie into the mattress, spiking his swelling penis sharply into her as it spat a long stream of his semen deep into her, driving it streaming into her womb. He held her pinned as again the shaft thickened, throbbed and gushed into her, mixing his seed with David's. She felt each tightening flex, each powerful pulse, each inseminating surge, and she spasmed with each rhythmic release inside her, her throat contracting over and over in a silent scream.

Spent, Ken pulled out and fell to the bed next to the shuddering Jessie, almost falling on top of David, who was still lying across the foot of the bed. He'd watched Ken's ferocious mating with a strange mixture of hate and lust.

Ken's passion momentarily sated, part of him was filled with a hazy puzzlement. He began try to reason out what had just happened. He decided he was too drunk to bother, and whatever he'd done, it felt good. He looked over to Jessie, still twitching from being in a state of constant orgasm through two separate couplings. The expression on her face was that of pure bliss, but he still asked, "Are you all right?"

Between the shivers of pleasure still flashing in her, Jessie's fuzzy conscious tried to tell her she should be worried, that two different boys had just filled her fertile womb with their seed, mingling together, rushing toward the egg inside her. It could be hours before one of the billions of sperm now inside her penetrated the egg and made it grow, but, now that their sperm was inside her, there was no stopping it. The seed was in her and she would be pregnant. Within a few hours' time, the egg would be fertilized and her belly would bulge with a baby, David's or Ken's baby, and she couldn't know which one of them had pumped the semen into her that made her pregnant. She'd never know which one of them was father of her child.

Her body wouldn't allow her to think about that. It was still shuddering from the aftermath of wrenching orgasms that had flooded her. She loved the feelings flowing through her. She loved the feeling of the hard flesh inside her, loved the sensation of the rigid shaft throbbing inside as it pumped its semen into her. She never felt such ecstasy before and she never wanted it to end.

"G-God, yes," she gasped, "oh, God, yes!"

Her throaty, passionate reply cut through Debbie. There wasn't much doubt that Jessie was going to be a mother. If somehow David's seed didn't take root in Jessie's womb, Ken's probably would. Nor was there much doubt that if she and Cathy continued playing this game, they'd both end up, like Jessie, pregnant and unable to identify the father.

Watching Ken and Jessie's frantic display had aroused a hunger in her almost too strong to ignore. The smell of sex flooded her senses. She remembered Barry's fullness within her only moments before, a rapture that had probably left his sperm inside her. Yet she craved the feeling again. It wasn't just Barry she ached for, but Ken as well and even David. She turned to the computer and pressed the keys to start the next round.

She looked at Cathy sharply and said, "It's your turn."

Cathy went white.

Still staring at Cathy, she said, "Ken, get up."

Ken lifted his head from the bed. He sat up.

Debbie continued, a slight quiver in her voice. "Ken, take off Cathy's bra."

Cathy began to shiver as Ken slid across the bed to face her. He reached around her and fumbled at the strap on her back.

Cathy stuttered, "T-the c-clasp is in the f-front."

Ken brought his hands to Cathy's quivering breasts. He slid his fingers across the underside of her full bosom and she moaned at the contact. He undid the clasp and her heavy breasts fell free, her nipples dark and taut rising from the pink aureoles.

As Ken cupped the plump flesh in his hands, Debbie interrupted. "Cathy, lie on the bed and spread your legs. Ken will bring you to orgasm with his penis. He can't use his hands or his mouth on your clitoris, but the two of you can do anything else that comes naturally." She grinned luridly at Cathy.

Shivering, Cathy whispered, "I-- I don't-- I don't want to get pregnant--"

Debbie's smile thinned, recalling Barry driving his stiffness into her. "You've still got your panties to protect you."

David slid over to Jessie and helped her slide over to lay at the foot of the bed with him. They positioned themselves on their sides, Jessie's buttocks pressing against David's stomach. David wrapped his arm around Jessie and absently cupped her breast with his hand. Jessie watched to see what Cathy was going to do. David stared at the large, pinkish stain on the bed where Jessie had been moments before, then glanced over to Barry, alone against the headboard and glowering at the two of them. David's arm pulled Jessie closer to him.

Debbie stared at Cathy, her eyes slits: "It was your idea to come in here in the first place. You started this. Are you going to finish it or not?"

Trembling, Cathy slid to the center of the bed and slowly fell backward. Mindlessly, she spread her legs. Her satin panties were saturated with the moist stains of her burning desire, enflamed by the events of the evening.

As if in a dream, she became aware of Ken kneeling above her. She looked down his body and stared at the penis hanging out from the thick pubic hair at his groin. It was pointed downward, smaller than it was when it was pressed upon her belly as she sat on his lap. The memory of her orgasm against him sent a ripple of pleasure through her.

Ken leaned over her, staring into her eyes and as he lowered himself upon her, pressing his chest against her rolling breasts. Cathy looked up and whispered, "Ken, please-- don't put it in me." Ken said nothing as his continued his descent.

Cathy shuddered with a start when the head of Ken's penis slid against her thigh. As he laid his weight upon her, his belly pressed against hers and she felt the base of his penis position itself into the hollow at the top of her labia, the folds open and moist under the damp fabric, and his semi-erect shaft resting firmly upon her clitoris.

His hips pushed up and the shank rubbed across her clitoris, making her moan. He pushed down, rubbing himself back along the cleft in her pubic mound and she moaned again. Up and down he slid, massaging fire into her groin, and she began to hump into his strokes. He rested himself on his elbows and caressed her breasts, his fingers teasing her rigid nipples, igniting a fire above to mingle with the fire below. Her thrusting pelvis arched more insistently into his pistoning penis.

Suddenly he raised up. His hardening penis sprang forward, the head sliding across her labial folds, still protected by the filmy material of her panties, and it plowed upwards, striking sharply on her clitoris and digging into the top of the cleft. His body lurched down, pressing full upon her, his chest flattening her breasts against his chest. With the head of his penis still lodged within the hollow, the shank fell between her labial lips. He pulled his hips back and his penis slid tightly down between the lips and along their length. It stopped just at the base of her labia, poised directly at the opening of her vagina.

Cathy gasped as she suddenly felt the head of his penis pushing in, wrapping itself around the material of her panties. The fabric held and the head drove sharply up along the cleft, striking hard on her clitoris, making her cry out, inflaming her fever. It slid back down to the opening, again boring in, again being repelled by the shielding satin and again diverting deep through the folds to pound into her clitoris, again drawing her nearer to orgasmic release.

Again and again Ken drove his throbbing need into the fabric guarding Cathy's virgin flesh, and each time he was deflected. Each time it burrowed up the crevice and hammered fire into Cathy's being. Each attempt brought Ken closer to release as the grinding of his penis against the fabric sent sparks into his groin. With each thrust, the insistent shaft tugged and pulled at the protective material, shifting it, pulling it up and away, exposing more and more of the moist flesh between Cathy's widening thighs.

Cathy pounded up into the now-rigid staff, the fires within her flaring higher and hotter, bringing her closer to release, unaware that her panties were riding up, threatening to bare the parted lips of her vagina, making penetration inevitable. Suddenly she climaxed and her release washed over her as Ken continued to thrust against the suddenly spasming lips under the suddenly flooded fabric, still pulling up, exposing her labia. The warm slickness against his penis struck sparks within Ken and he moaned in ecstasy as he felt the pressure within become uncontrollable.

Ken ground his penis down hard along the cleft and suddenly felt it nestled tight between the warm, inviting flesh of Cathy's bared vaginal lips. With a startled grunt, he dug the head of his penis down into Cathy's labia even as he felt his release washing over him.

Cathy cried out at the sudden sharp fullness within her and she pushed hard against Ken's shoulders, trying to make him stop, even as her hips thrust up in orgasmic writhing, enveloping him deeper as the shaft pushed its way into her tight channel. She howled as her vaginal walls stretched to receive Ken's huge girth and screamed when the head pushed sharply against her hymen, stopping it.

When Ken felt Cathy pushing violent at him, he froze in mid-thrust, but there was no way to stop his orgasm. Cathy screamed in pain again as the massive presence suddenly swelled and thickened inside her, pushing tighter upon her hymen, causing it to rupture. Ken groaned as his throbbing shaft pulsed the first thick gush of his semen and sent the creamy seed jetting through the perforated hymen and deep into Cathy's undulating vagina, causing her to quake at the sudden jerking inside.

Ken's hips were still, but the head of his penis, lodged firmly within Cathy's vagina and in tight contact with her hymen, swelled and twitched in time with his low grunts, each jerk pumping a rich spurt of potent sperm into her. Cathy's orgasmic thrusting continued to drive her hips up and she screamed with each sharp pulse of the thick knob as it pushed ever more painfully against her hymen, tearing it further so that the tip of Ken's penis poked through. The powerful force of Ken's ejaculation drove his seed deep into her vagina, flooding the passageway, sending it streaming through her cervix and into her womb.

As her spasms ebbed, Cathy, still moaning, pushed against Ken. He pulled himself up, his penis sliding wetly from her open labia and out from under her panties. Cathy was surprised to feel a disappointment in her as she felt the material snap back into place. Ken lay on the bed, gasping for breath, his penis thrust upward, slick with their fluids. She rolled over onto his chest and wrapped her arms around him, smiling contentedly, reveling in the afterglow of her intense orgasm,. Though she was sore, she knew that he hadn't gotten completely inside her, and she was grateful that her virginity was still intact.

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear. She was totally unaware Ken's sperm was inside her, swimming to the egg in her womb.

"Uh-huh," he gasped.

Barry's voice broke her reverie. "C'mon, it's my turn," she heard him say. She sat up and shuddered as she felt the thick fluids of her passions slowly dripping out the folds of her labia and onto the bed. She felt dizzy, but she was able to shake enough of it away to wriggle across the bed and sit against the headboard. Ken rolled across the bed, grabbed two beers from the cooler and handed her one. She drank greedily, some of the cold liquid spilling from her lips, off her chin and onto her breasts. Ken leaned over and licked it off. Cathy shivered in pleasure, but pushed him away. "It's not our turn," she said, smiling at him.

It was, however, Barry's turn, and he was becoming impatient. He said to Debbie, "Well, who am I supposed to do?"

Debbie laughed. "You mean, 'what' are you supposed to do?"

"Whatever."

Debbie finished her beer, then with a wobbly finger pressed a key and read the screen. She turned to Barry and with a crooked grin, she said, "You're supposed to do me." Then she started giggling nervously.

Barry took her hand and pulled her off the chair. Still giggling, Debbie fell across the bed. Barry spread her legs apart and positioned himself between them. Suddenly, he leaned back and looked at the screen. "I thought so," he said, and move back over Debbie and reached around her back. "Lift a bit," he commanded. Debbie, still giggling, arched her back and Barry began fumbling at the clasps of her bra.

As Barry worked at getting Debbie's breasts exposed, Cathy began to notice that she was still dripping from between the inner folds of her labia, through her panties and onto the bed. She looked at Ken and wondered if he had come when he pushed into her. She shook the thought from her head. Ken had just come, inside Jessie, and she'd been told guys had to wait a while before they could come again and it had been too soon. Besides, he hadn't broken her hymen. Either way, she was safe. Even if the sticky syrup flowing out of her was from him, it couldn't have been sperm and it couldn't have gotten past her maidenhead anyway. There was nothing to worry about, really. She took another pull at the beer, leaned against Ken's shoulder and watched as Barry removed Debbie's bra.

Debbie's breasts fell free, rolling to either side of her chest. Barry pushed them back together and began licking and kissing them. Debbie's nervous giggles became passionate moans as Barry nipped at the tight pink nipples. He pressed the tip of his penis against her labia, making her gasp. He lifted his head and his eyes glowed with animal lust as he growled, "This time we finish what we started." He lowered his head to her breasts, tearing at them with his teeth, making her cry out. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his penis sank between her moist inner folds.

"N-no, don't," she moaned, "y-you'll make me p-pregnant!"

Barry heard her moans in response to his pressure, but not the words. His mind had shut down from testosterone poisoning. All he was aware of was Debbie's soft cleft separating deliciously around the head as his penis as he pushed firmly in. The moist labial lips clung tightly to the shaft's contours as he drove his aching penis into her vagina.

There was no thought in his mind, only primal images. Pictures of Jessie mating with David and Ken, taking their seed. Images of David with his arm wrapped around Jessie, Ken with Cathy snuggling into him. He stared down and saw Debbie below him, her breasts rocking up and down in time with her anxious gasps, her nipples tight in response to her body's frenzied overstimulation, her face contorted in a confused mask of lust and fear. The images in his head and the tightness in his groin fixed his entire being on a single raging purpose: to drive himself deep into her and fill her with his seed.

Barry pressed in, wedging himself deeper into the tight chamber. Debbie's eyes widened as she felt his fullness again thrusting up into her, her thighs spreading wide apart as he forced his hips between them, burrowing in even deeper than before. Debbie shuddered as the base of Barry's penis ground into her pubic mound and his scrotum settled against her buttocks, realizing that his penis was completely within her vagina.

He tensed his groin muscles and his penis twitched against the tight flesh. Her muscles spasmed against the throb deep within her and her vaginal walls clenched the foreign mass tightly, making him groan with delight. Raising his hips, he withdrew, grunting as he felt her grasping passage close behind his retreating knob, her labial folds pulling at him as they clung to his rising stiffness. Then he halted, his bulbous head still engulfed by her labial lips, his shaft coated with her moisture. He paused only for an instant, then plunged sharply back into her, making her squeal at the sudden deep penetration.

He began to rapidly thrust in and out, pounding her into the mattress. She lay paralyzed underneath him, numbed by the sudden fierceness of his attack, but soon she began to feel the flames of desire flickering within her, sparked by the continual hammering of his pubic bone into her clitoris. Her pelvis began to jut up, trying to meet his blows, trying to mesh with his driving rhythm.

Barry felt his frantic need about to explode inside him. The swelling tightness in his groin was becoming exquisitely unbearable. His entire body tensed as the pressure flared from his testicles and surged through him like liquid fire.

Debbie suddenly felt his stabbing spike thicken and then throb as the first thick spurt of his semen gushed into her. His thrusting became wildly erratic and his body spasmed over and over as she felt his throbbing mass pumping within her, flooding her, inseminating her, impregnating her.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended and Barry collapsed upon her, his penis still twitching inside her. She gasped for breath under his weight, her mind awash in horror and frustration. In her drunken state, she couldn't tell which was worse, being filled with Barry's semen or being deprived of the orgasm she so desperately craved.

As the passion cleared from Barry's mind, he began to realize that he'd probably just made Debbie pregnant. He raised his head and looked into her eyes with an expression of regret. She looked back at him with anger in her eyes and, with strength she didn't know she had, threw him off her. He fell onto the bed in front of Ken and Cathy, and he slowly pulled himself up to rest against the headboard, away from Ken and Cathy, silent and sullen.

David's mind was in a state of utter turmoil. Throughout Barry and Debbie's performance, he'd been gently rocking his rigid penis into the crevice between Jessie's buttocks, covered only by her filmy skirt, as he caressed her breasts and the two of them had been softly moaning as they watched. In his head, though, it was Debbie he was fondling. As Debbie pushed Barry away, exposing her sperm-coated thighs and her gaping, semen-dripping labia, David was flooded with an overpowering mixture of hatred for Barry and lust for Debbie.

Jessie felt him seething behind him. She looked back and with a twinge of sadness in her voice, said, "Didn't you hear? It's Debbie and you."

David slowly lifted himself up and, with cat-like movements, slid around Jessie and across the bed toward Debbie, still spread-eagled on her back and moaning. He slithered between her legs and knelt between them. Pulling at the bedspread, he began to wipe off her labia and thighs, sponging away the sperm streaming from her vagina. He pressed the cloth between the splayed folds and the fibers soaked up the fluids within.

He let go of the sopping material, then slid up to press his body onto hers, flattening her breasts with his chest. He pressed his thick, throbbing penis, still rigidly protruding through the slit at the front of his shorts, between her fluttering labial lips. She reached up, dug her fingers into his buttocks and pulled him into her, impaling herself on his rigid flesh as he thrust firmly down. Her mouth flew open in a moan of delight as she felt his penis, so much larger and thicker than Barry's, chisel open her labia, then her vagina, stretching the walls wide as the head bored into the yielding cavity.

Debbie cried out as David's penis continued pushing into her, filling her deeper, filling her fuller, and when David's flesh was completely enveloped within hers, they laid motionless as he took her head in his hands and looked into her eyes with an expression of lust and adoration. She returned his gaze with eyes filled with passion and wonder, eyes that widened even more when David's hips pressed up and in, thrusting his warm firmness even deeper into her.

He pulled up and away, the shaft rubbing tightly against her clitoris, making her moan. His penis pulled completely out of her and Debbie felt her labial lips open wider, then close as the knob at its tip passed the tender opening to press up against the sensitive nub at the top of her cleft. For a brief instant their hearts stopped as he hovered above her, frozen in anticipation of the sweet rapture of penetration.

As one, they moved together, pushing, moaning, as her folds parted around the soft flesh of the tip in its insistent downward motion. The head passed through the portal, her inner labia wrapping tightly around the shaft, and again pressed onward into the narrow, pliant channel, its gripping walls tight against the thick shaft. As one, they moved together, pulling, moaning, as her vagina clutched at the receding presence, her labia pulling at the slick flesh. Again, the tip paused at the entrance and again they drove into each other, his firm, invading penis plunging into her soft, welcoming vagina.

Again and again he drove into her and again and again she arched up to meet each exquisite piercing. As the rhythm of their desires increased, Debbie pulled her legs up to wrap them around David's waist. Her thighs scissored and her calves beat hard on his back as she spurred him to thrust faster and deeper into her. Their movements intensified, each striving to pour the offering of their fiery passion into the other.

As David's pushed deeper into her, Debbie felt him touch something deep within her with each incredible thrusting, The heat burning within her flared and overcame her and Debbie's body shuddered in David's arms as again the orgasmic waves buffeted her being. Her pelvis spasmed rapidly. David instantly raised up and began to pound into her furiously, timed with her spasming pelvis. Debbie screamed as she climaxed again, mere seconds after the last, then again, then yet again. She went into a state of continual orgasmic apoplexy, her shrieks rising higher and higher until finally inaudible. David tirelessly continued to stroke lightning into her, her rutting, enveloping flesh enflaming the fires licking at his loins.

David's ecstasy increased as Debbie's spasming channel drove him into a state of passion far deeper than that he'd felt with Jessie. He felt it beginning, the aching tension building deep within, burning hotter, growing urgent. He knew his release was about to burst from him into her, knew his potent seed would fill her fertile womb, knew the result would be conception, knew she would bear his child. He drove deeper and harder into her.

Debbie's rapture was endless as David's drove into her deeper and harder, sending electricity up her spine each time he pressed into her cervix. She felt it beginning, his thrusting sharper and more urgent, his moans more insistent. She knew his release was about to burst from him into her, knew his sperm would surge into her, filling her womb, making his baby grow inside her. She ached for his release, hungered for his seed, prayed it was not too late and it was his sperm that fertilized the egg inside her and she would carry his child and give birth to his baby. She drove him deeper and harder into her.

Debbie felt the pistoning shaft within her swell and she held his tensing body tight, knowing he was about to ejaculate. David grunted long and low as his testicles contracted and the first long jet of thick semen spouted out of his hammering penis, flooding Debbie's vagina. He roared, jabbed in sharply, and again Debbie was inundated with the rich creamy semen that shot from the pulsing shaft and forced it gushing through her cervix into her womb.

David's pumping shaft spurted surge after surge of his sperm up into her, his thrusting hips ramming his essence even deeper. Debbie shuddered against the violent pulsing inside, climaxing again and again, her spasming vaginal walls sucking at the throbbing font, nursing at it, milking it of its virile fluid, drinking it into her ripe womb, inviting it to take root and bloom within her. Again and again he discharged into her, an endless torrent of reproductive secretion filling her to overflowing, the creamy syrup squirting thickly out between them with each liquid slap of his belly into hers, spraying against their thighs.

They both felt as if the spasms would never end. Her rippling vagina continued to sup greedily at his penis as it continued to spurt into her. In a seeming state of perpetual orgasmic rapture, neither of them wanted it to end, but then, bellowing, David punched his thick shaft deep into Debbie's glutted chasm and pumped the last of his seed into her. His passion still not sated, he reared back and rammed his still-pulsing penis into her again. Then, with a violent scream, he jammed his flesh into hers a final time as his body dropped onto hers, his heart pounding against her quivering breasts.

For long moments they lay together, still joined, her vagina sucking tenderly at his softening penis, his hips still rutting lightly at her gently thrusting pelvis, their skin glistening from the labors of their mating. Their bodies still intertwined, they caressed each other, unable to let go. Debbie stroked David's head, the feeling still thundering though her of his throbbing shaft pumping his life-making essence into her. Now his seed and Barry's coursed through her womb. Either's sperm could reach the egg inside her first, but only one would fertilize it. She knew the sperm inside her would make her pregnant. She would bear a child, and she ached for it to be David's baby she carried. She moaned over and over into his ear, "Your baby, your baby, your baby."

While Debbie and David's passions melted into each other, the tension in the rest of the room had intensified to a fever pitch. Both Cathy and Jessie had fondled themselves to orgasm during the erotic display before them, each of them longing to be the one under David instead of Debbie. Ken had felt Cathy shudder against him as she leaned against his shoulder. He'd even helped her along by massaging her breasts, but, as Cathy reminded him at least twice, it wasn't his turn. Barry's eyes had moved back and forth between David and Debbie's coupling and Jessie's trembling body at the foot of the bed, her hand pressing the fabric of her skirt between her legs and making it grow dark as it absorbed her outpourings. Even with the carnality surrounding them, neither Ken nor Barry could bring themselves to masturbate, and the pressure in their groins tormented them.

It wasn't surprising that neither Ken nor Barry went to the computer to find out who was next, since they both knew it was David's turn. It was Cathy who leaned over and pressed the key. When the words flashed on the screen, she was shocked by the intensity of the desire that overwhelmed her. She didn't think, she just slid across the bed next to David and Debbie, their bodies still coiled together. She pressed her hand onto David's shoulders and massaged his back and said breathlessly, "It's my turn."

David slowly pulled himself up and out of Debbie's grasping embrace as Jessie helped her slide with her to the foot of the bed. Cathy slid around to kneel in front of David, who was sitting on his haunches. With a lewd hunger in her eyes, she pressed her hands onto his chest, stroking him. Her hands moved down across his stomach, her fingers slid under the waistband of his shorts, soaked from his previous couplings, and began to pull them down.

"Help me," she moaned, and David lifted his buttocks. The shorts slipped over his hips, exposing his slickly-coated penis hanging softly at the base of the thick, glistening pubic hair that covered his belly. As David lifted his legs off the bed and pulled off his shorts, Cathy handled the dripping strip of flesh that hung limply from the opening of his shorts. She stared in wonder as it twitched in her palm, slowly growing larger, thicker, longer.

With a feral grunt, Cathy wrapped herself around David and pulled him to her as she threw her legs to either side of him and fell backwards onto the bed, his weigh crushing her into the mattress. She immediately began to rut into his groin, grinding his semi-erect penis against her pubic mound, still covered by the wet satin of her panties. David groaned, shocked and aroused by the ferocity of her passion, and his penis grew larger. He moaned again when Cathy reached down between them, gripped him and, pulling her panties aside, rubbed the head of his hardening penis up and down the cleft of her mound.

As Cathy rubbed him against her clitoris, David's hips jerked and the tip of his still-pliant shaft poked hard at the nub, making her cry out. She released him and as her thrashing pelvis thrusted upward, his penis slid down along the furrow. She pounded into him, driving her clitoris into the curly- haired base of his stiffening shaft, sparking the flames within her to flare brighter and hotter. She slid herself up and down along the thickening rod pressed between her labial lips, her cries rising higher until she exploded in climax, wrapping her limbs around him.

Though David's desire was drained after his coupling with Debbie, her spasming labia against his flesh stirred his need yet again and he quickly began to respond to the shuddering body beneath him. He started to rapidly slice the length of his swiftly engorging penis up and down within her quivering lips, his speed accelerating with his desire, the shaft pressing harder against her bucking mound as it straightened the angle of its attack. Cathy responded to his vigor with another climax, intensifying her pelvic thrusts, which David reacted to with a quickening of his fervency, which sent Cathy into another wave of orgasmic shock, sending another spray of her fluids out of her widening labia. The cycle went on and on, each increasingly forceful jab of their hips spreading her labia wider apart, pressing the stalk of his penis deeper between them and bringing the tip closer to the well-lubricated opening at the bottom of her vulva.

The inevitable occurred. As they pulled away from each other, the head of David's penis pressed into Cathy's labia deeply and then, as they slammed back in, the knob collided against the bottom of the opening to her vaginal passage. Then with a single brutal thrust, David violently rammed his thick penis deep into Cathy's tight vagina, swiftly tearing her barely intact hymen as it fiercely gored in until it was fully inside her. Cathy shrieked, more in surprise than in pain, as she experienced simultaneously her shivering labia fiercely split apart, stretched wide open, her precious maidenhead cruelly slashed and abruptly torn away and the narrow confines of her vagina straining to hold the immense driving ravishment so suddenly and forcefully jammed fully into her, bulging inside her, filling her.

She screamed again as the assaulting fury, as swiftly as it had penetrated, rapidly withdrew as her spasming pelvis fled from David's receding hips, only to drive back in, piercing her, stretching her open, as her orgasmic seizures made her lunge up to swallow his plunging shaft. Again and again it stabbed, each sharp thrust penetrating into her further, deeper, fuller. His belly slapped wetly against hers again and again, their pubic hair grating and catching, absorbing the sweat that poured in rivulets along their bodies. His scrotum slapped wetly against her buttocks again and again, drenched in the orgasmic secretions that streamed from her vagina and splattered onto their thighs as she climaxed over and over under him. The liquid sound of their mating flooded their ears as again and again his penis slipped in and out of her vagina, the dribbling head squishing open the gurgling passageway, her bubbling labial lips slurping on his slick flesh as it slid up and down the channel, into her and out of her, over and over.

As David's body drove into Cathy, bringing him closer and closer to his inevitable orgasm, his mind fought for control. He'd already pumped both Jessie and Debbie full with his sperm, probably making him a father twice over, and he was on the brink of siring a third child with Cathy. He had to stop, but his body wouldn't listen. Cathy's sweet vagina seemed at once both softer and tighter than Jessie's, more demanding than Debbie's, and he ached to fill her with his need. The pressure swelled inside him and even as his brain screamed to pull out of her, the anticipation of his ejaculation inside her pressed him to thrust even sharper and deeper into her as his need boiled and seethed for release.

As Cathy's body writhed in ecstasy, enraptured in the spasms of perpetual orgasm, her mind fought for control. She'd lost all reason, she tried to tell herself. First, she'd let one boy push his penis part of the way into her and now another boy was sticking his penis all the way into her, flinging aside her cherished virginity without a thought. He was getting ready to come inside her and if he did, she'd probably become pregnant. She had to stop before it was too late, if it wasn't already, but it felt so good she didn't want him to stop. His penis thrusting in and out of her made her feel like she never had before. It was so much better than when she got herself off. She didn't want him to stop, but her brain scream at her to make him stop, even as she dug her fingers into his buttocks, pulling him in deeper. She had to make him stop. His delicious thrusts were becoming sharper and deeper, and Cathy knew he was getting ready. She had to stop him. Now.

Through her shrieks, she blurted, "No-o!"

David began to grunt with each thrust. He could feel the sperm boiling within him, straining for release.

Cathy screamed, each syllable pushed out of her with each fierce hammer of his penis into her, "Don't- Come- In-".

David's grunts increased in volume as his stabbed even more deeply. The sharp burning flowed like fire from his groin as his orgasm began.

"Me- Don't-"

Cathy felt his testicles sharply contract against her bottom. David's eyes rolled up and his mouth went slack as the orgasmic lightning wrenched through his body.

"Come-"

She felt David's rigid penis violently thrusting deeply into her. Suddenly it expanded, pushing even more tightly against her vaginal walls as it prepared to plant its potent abundance inside her.

"Don-- OH!"

Her breath caught as she felt the swollen thickness press hard upon the bottom of her vagina, pressing tightly against her cervix, then throb and jerk viciously inside her. David's loud grunt echoed the powerful force of his ejaculation as his muscles contracted fiercely, driving his sperm through the opening and into her womb.

"Oh, no! N-OH!!"

She felt his hips pull back slightly, then he plunged furiously back into her, ramming the head sharply into her cervix, as the shaft again thickly swelled and puffed.

"OH!!"

Again David cried an animal grunt as Cathy felt the thick flesh deep in her twitch and quake, followed by the streaming pressure upon her cervix as David blasted another thick spurt of his potent seed deep into her, sending it through the narrow opening and on it's way to her waiting egg.

"No, God! OH!!"

Again the firm shaft slid up, pulling out the tugging labial lips along with it, and again their pubic bones crashed together as the relentless shaft spiked into her spasming vagina, pounding into her cervix to pump a third massive surge of David's sperm through it and into Cathy's now-flooded womb.

"Do-OH!!"

David drove on, unable to heed Cathy's cries of anguish and fear, forced through the waves of orgasm that swept through her. The cruel spike pistoned down yet again, hammering in so tightly and deeply that the tip of David's penis prodded into Cathy's cervix, where it again discharged its virile essence, injecting it directly into Cathy's womb.

"Please-"

Again she felt the shaft swelling thicker as it slid up through her vagina, then withdraw completely, the head slipping wetly from between her labial folds. Then she felt her vulva, thighs and belly spattered with what little remained of David's semen as his spurting penis swung wildly above her. His body slapped into hers and his pounding hips prodded the jerking shaft into her abdomen, drenching it with his release. He thrust at her again and again until, spent, he lay atop her panting.

Still trembling, she whispered, "Did-- did you get out in time?"

"I don't-- I-- I think--", David gasped. There was no doubt that he'd planted his sperm inside her. He'd heard her pleas and it was only with a wrenching effort he was able to pull out at all. He'd tried desperately to stop sooner, but he knew that he'd spurted inside her. Most of it, in fact.

There was nothing he could do about it now.

Cathy's eyes widened as she felt the wetness in her labia. "I've got to clean up," she gulped, and pushed David off her. He rolled onto the mattress and she sat up, moved quickly to the edge of the bed and grabbed a t-shirt that one of them had thrown off onto the floor. She wiped off her still-exposed labia, then dried her thighs and belly. She looked at the red stains on the damp material and frowned. She began to slide her drenched panties back to cover her vulva, then thought better of it and removed them altogether.

She slid back to David's prone, panting body, leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered, unaware that millions of David's sperm had joined the millions of Ken's inside her in their squiggling race to fertilize the ripe egg in her womb.

"Uh-huh," David whispered back, "but I--"

"It's all right," she interrupted. "I know how hard it was because I didn't want to stop, either. But you-- you stopped in time, didn't you?"

David said nothing. Then he saw the fear flash in Cathy's eyes. He looked down and said, "I think so."

The fear draining from her, Cathy kissed him again, then slid up and rested against the headboard next to a seething Ken. He was red with rage, partly aimed at David, but mostly angry at himself. He'd had the chance. He could have taken Cathy's cherry, but he'd been a nice guy. And then she goes and gives it to David. He wasn't going to be that stupid again.

Barry's thoughts were the same as Ken's. David had screwed all three of these girls, but he'd only gotten into Debbie and it wasn't fair. He was twice the stud David was. All he needed was the chance to prove it.

Debbie was rejoicing that Cathy had finally gotten hers. She knew there was no way that David could have pulled out in time. Debbie was sure that now Cathy's belly was going to bulge, too, just like hers and Jessie's.

The only one of the six of them who had a stitch of clothing left was Jessie, who was still wearing her long gossamer skirt. Knowing it was her turn, she sat up on the bed. She'd watched David's bare bottom jutting up and down over Cathy, her hands pulling him in while she cried for him to stop. She decided that there was no point in that at all. She wasn't going to worry about tomorrow when today felt so good.

She pulled the skirt down over her hips and slipped it off while she asked Debbie, "Who's going to do me?"

Debbie was startled by Jessie's flagrant wantonness, but it didn't surprise her. They'd all lost any trace of modesty or precaution. At this point, it wouldn't matter, anyway. She looked at the screen and said, matter-of-factly, "Barry."

Barry heard his name and met Jessie halfway as she crawled over David, who slid back to the foot of the bed. They immediately curled around each other and fell to the mattress, Barry on top. He crudely pushed his penis up through her labia and started thrusting in and out.

Below him, Jessie felt detached as Barry rutted above her. She wasn't feeling as much excitement with him as she did with David or, especially, with Ken, and tried to figure out why. His penis, although smaller than either Ken's or David's, still felt tight within her and the shaft felt good sliding against her clitoris, but there was something missing, a connection not being made. She decided to concentrate on the fullness within her and wrapped her legs around his waist, prodding him to go faster as her hips automatically rose to meet his thrusts.

Barry's desire was already beginning to overwhelm him. Finally inside his precious Jessie, he was feverishly aroused, her soft moistness enveloping him excruciatingly glorious. He delighted in the way her vagina rippled against his penis as he slid in and out, the way her pelvis met every stroke. He knew he wasn't going to last too long.

Jessie started to feel a spark of passion begin to glimmer within her and she pressed her pelvis down to put more pressure from his penis onto her clitoris. Barry groaned as the angle pressed the underside of his penis harder against her vaginal wall. His penetrations became more intense and his breathing grew shallow.

Suddenly, Jessie felt him swell and spurt inside her. She looked up at his face, grimaced in orgasmic rapture as his seed flowed into her to mix with David's and Ken's. She felt good, pleased that she was giving him so much pleasure. She hadn't orgasmed, but it felt nice just the same. He groaned and collapsed on top of her, and she stroked his hair as he fought for breath.

"I-- I'm--," Barry sputtered into her neck.

"It's okay," Jessie soothed. "It was good," she said, and meant it.

Barry lifted himself off her and crawled back to his spot against the headboard as Jessie slithered back down the bed to press against David. As she felt his penis press against her bottom, she got a bit bothered. All three boys had filled her ovulating womb with their potent semen. Only a miracle could have kept her from being pregnant. It was inevitable, but by now she'd accepted her fate. Nine months from now she'd be a mother and it really didn't bother her too much. What she was upset about was that she'd probably never know which of these three boys was the father of her baby.

David was acutely aware of Jessie's situation, and his hatred for Barry and Ken for putting her in this predicament engulfed him. His participation in getting her into the dilemma didn't cross his mind.

Debbie knew Jessie's thoughts because they were her own. This game had gone too far. She didn't know whether it was Barry or David, but one of them had put a baby inside her. She had no doubt of that. Nor did she doubt that Jessie, too, had been made pregnant by one of these boys. Cathy was the only one left who might not have a bellyful of semen, but only if she'd been very lucky. At any rate, she wasn't a virgin anymore, that was for sure.

Cathy wasn't sure about anything. Ken's hands had been all over her while Barry and Jessie were at it, and it had taken ever ounce of will to resist letting him pull her down onto the bed and sticking his huge penis into her. She kept looking down at it, remembering how it felt pressed against her clitoris. She shivered as she remembered David inside her and obscenely wondered what it would feel like with Ken thrusting that monster into her over and over. She kept trying to push her lustful thoughts away. The night had already brought certain motherhood to her two friends and it was only by sheer luck that she didn't also have a baby growing inside her. She felt her labia oozing. At least, she thought she'd been lucky.

Debbie said, "That's the end of the round. I think maybe we should--"

"I think it's my turn," Ken growled. The girls' concerns didn't cross Ken's mind at all. He was staring at Cathy's breasts, inflamed with lust and about to pounce.

Cathy looked at him with a confusing mixture of lust and fear. By a very slim margin, fear was winning. "D-Debbie? Who's Ken's with this time?"

Debbie quickly pressed a key and read the screen. A wave of relief washed over her. The game had finally moved on to oral stimulation. At least that was safer. It might even be fun. She pressed a key to see who Ken's partner was and as the instructions left the screen, her name appeared. In spite of the fears she had going through her mind, her passion rose as she imagined Ken's tongue lapping between her legs and she felt the moisture dripping from her.

"I am," Debbie said. She got up and began to crawl on her hands and knees onto the bed. Like lightning, Ken bounded over Cathy and landed on the floor next to the bed. He quickly turned so Debbie's rump was right in front of him, level with his stiffly outthrusted penis. He roughly grabbed Debbie's hips and sharply pulled her back toward his throbbing spike.

She cried, "No! We're suppo--Ogh!" The words caught in her throat as the great head of his penis cruelly stretched apart her labial lips and his thick shaft forced itself into her narrow vagina. She tried to scream but couldn't, her breath locked in her lungs, as he crammed his rigid thickness into her tight passage, his swollen knob drilling deeper and deeper, plowing through her moist tenderness. Her throat opened when she felt the sudden sharp pressure of the fleshy head pushing hard across her cervix. The passion that suddenly flashed through her echoed in her scream.

As quickly as he'd filled her, he pulled away. She felt the flesh inside her pulling up as his rigid penis withdrew, her gripping labial folds drawn out as they clung tightly to the broad staff. She felt the sudden wetness churning inside as her enraged vagina prepared for the onslaught. He whipped his hips, pulling her buttocks tight against his belly, and she screamed again as he drove his fiery stiffness into her burning softness, stretching her, gorging her, filling her.

The astounding fullness she felt inside her sent tremors through her body and when she again felt the jolting impact of his penis upon her cervix, an electric spasm raced up her spine. He reared back, again rammed into her and again the sparks danced in her head. Again and again he filled her, then abandoned her, each time only to fill her fuller and deeper. He battered into her with a speed that ravaged her shuddering body. Her head fell to the mattress and, too stunned to scream, she moaned over and over as his hammering drove her cheek into the bedspread.

She reached up between her legs, pressing her hand onto her belly, bloated by his huge presence inside her, feeling her skin ripple as his penis sliced in and out of her. She moved her hand lower and her fingertips stroked him as he slid into her, making him groan at her touch. She slid her hand down and cupped his wildly swinging scrotum. As she massaged it, he moaned again and again, pushing faster and faster, thrusting deeper and deeper.

Ken's thrusts became, impossibly, deeper and faster. He began to grunt with each sharp stab. Debbie groaned as the piercing hulk inside her suddenly expanded even wider, making her vagina even tighter and fuller as he drove himself into her, the tip of his penis slamming hard against her cervix. His entire body jerked violently, lifting her completely off the bed as he fired his semen directly upon the opening, driving it through into her womb.

Debbie felt Ken's testicles pulse in her palm, then her eyes flew open wide at the sudden pressure deep inside her as his release hit her cervix. Her whole body wrenched in climax as the orgasmic wave blazed though her. Her fingertips unconsciously slid across her clitoris and fondled the throbbing nub, making the waves crest higher. Ken's fingers dug into her hips, holding himself tight within her as his penis swelled and pumped against her contracting vaginal walls, driving gush after gush of his seed into her to combine with Barry's and David's sperm, all racing to impregnate the unprotected egg waiting inside her. The white syrup flooded out onto Debbie's fingers and she massaged the oily thickness into her fluttering clitoris.

In spite of the orgasmic waves that crested through her, Debbie realized that now Ken's sperm was joining David's and Barry's in the race to impregnate her. How could she know which one was the father of the child she was sure to bear? She could feel Ken thrusting so very deeply into her. She could feel his semen spurting so forcefully against her cervix. If his sperm swam as fiercely as his pumping, it could get to her egg first, before Barry's, before David's. She hoped that David's sperm had already reached the egg. Then she shuddered when she realized she was actually hoping she was already pregnant.

When the last driving spurt of his seed jetted into Debbie's womb, Ken, still on his feet, panting and rocking, released Debbie's hips. She slid off his dripping penis and onto the bed, moaning, her knees curled under her, her bottom pointing to the ceiling. The overflow of Ken's abundant discharge dripped out of her in streams down along her thighs. Ken toppled onto the bed, almost crushing Cathy, who quickly slid over as Ken fell against the headboard, gasping for breath.

Cathy's desire engulfed her being. During Ken and Debbie's coupling, Cathy was sitting so she saw every inch of Ken's huge pen sliding in and out of Debbie. She watched as Ken's orgasm drove them both into spasms of rapture. Cathy's passions became overwhelming at the sight, the sounds, the smells. Now her desire had finally overpowered her. It was her turn.

She crawled over Ken, her breasts brushing across his still erect penis, making him shudder. She reached over to the keyboard and pressed the key. She read the screen and was disappointed to see that Barry was her partner. She moved back across Ken, this time purposely rubbing her breast against him, and suddenly her rump pressed against Barry, who had read the screen over her shoulder. Now he was kneeling between her legs with his penis on the crevice between her buttocks. He quickly positioned himself, pushed, and Cathy suddenly squealed as he drove into her vagina.

Cathy's outburst as the head parted her moist labial lips and plowed her open startled Ken. She was still practically over him, her head just above his lap. As Barry pushed further into her, Cathy's face reflected her shock and wonder. She'd not been filled so full so suddenly before and the sharp stretching presence inside her sent chills of delight up her spine. Barry penetrated deep, then pulled slowly back and sharply thrust into her again, lancing in even more deeply. Cathy howled again, her breathy cry fanning Ken's softening penis.

Barry pulled away again and Cathy purred as the soft flesh of her vaginal walls undulated against his receding shaft. Her pelvis instinctively anticipated his return, rutting hard into his sharp stab. Again she cried out as his rigid spike imbedded itself into her tight channel.

Holding her deeply impaled upon his penis, he hunched against her back and cupped her dangling breasts in his hands. She moaned loudly as his ground his palms roughly against her hard, swollen nipples. His fingertips kneaded the large soft globes and her moans grew even more intense. Then he arched his back, sitting up and pulling her up with him, his hands still cupping her, while his buttocks fell back onto his calves. She ended up sitting on his lap with half his penis still in her, the head strained tight against the vaginal wall, his hands tight on her breasts. He slid his right hand over and down her arm, took her hand in his and brought it to her abdomen and down to the spot where they were joined. He guided her fingertips to feel the bulging of her belly where her vagina tightly held his penis. He moved her fingers lower and her fingers fluttered across her clitoris, making her quiver, then moved further down. Cathy caressed the firm warm shaft that poked out from her labia. As Barry's hand moved up and massaged her clitoris between his forefinger and thumb, Cathy's hand moved lower to take his scrotum and stroke his throbbing testicles.

His left hand roamed from one heaving breast to the other while his right fondled under the hood of her dripping labia. Her hands reached between her spread legs to pet his rooted penis and roll his vibrating testicles in her palm. Her pelvis began to rut and his penis slid callously in and out within her. Barry intensified his caresses and Cathy's loud moans became screams as she climaxed. She threw her thighs as wide apart as she could and fell forward, pushing her pendulous breast hard against the grasping, kneading hand on her bosom as her pelvis ground against his penis, her spasming vagina trying to suck as much of him into her as it could. Barry threw his hands behind him on the bed, arched his back and threw his hips upwards, offering his stiffness to her devouring vagina. Cathy grunted loudly as her bottom hammered down against his belly and his shaft spiked sharply up into her.

Cathy drove herself rapidly up and down, the full stiffness inside her sliding tightly in and out. Barry began to meet her beating buttocks, pushing up and in, driving deeper with each swift thrust. Suddenly crying out as she orgasmed again, her jerking hips rutted even faster and Barry strained to maintain her quickening rhythm.

Barry stared down at the full, soft globes pounding against his abdomen, watching his penis swallowed up again and again by Cathy's spasming vagina. He groaned in pleasure as he felt her rippling flesh squeezing at his shaft as if trying to suck his seed out of his testicles. He remembered that Cathy had told them that she, like the Debbie and Jessie, was ovulating. She was fertile and ready, ripe for conception. When he pumped his semen into her, he would make her pregnant. He felt the tightness in his scrotum grow as his boiling semen churned within his testicles, ballooning them, making him ache for release.

The realization that he was about to plant a baby inside her drove him over the edge. He felt the sudden sharp burst of fire and then Cathy shuddered as she felt the stabbing fullness deep in her vagina thicken and push even more tightly against the undulating flesh of her vaginal walls. With a barbaric growl, Barry thrust sharply up, his bottom high off the mattress. Cathy squealed as he pushed her up, burying himself deep into her as his shaft throbbed fiercely and spat a thick spurt of his potent semen into her sucking vaginal channel, sending it streaming into her womb.

Barry pulled quickly out, then violently pierced back in, boring into her as deep as possible, forcing the head of his penis as close to her ripe egg as he could. Then his groin muscles squeezed as sharp and tight as they could, firing another powerful jet of sperm into her, driving it rapidly through her cervix, forcing it up into her womb, trying to impregnate the egg within her.

Cathy's eyes rolled up as she felt his penis pump within her tight vagina. She grunted in delight at the delicious swelling of his thick penis inside her. She moaned in passion at the sweet pulse of his surging sperm as it rushed streaming onto her cervix and flooding into her fertile womb. She knew she would pay for the delight of Barry's spasming flesh inside her. She could almost feel the boiling semen coursing deep inside her, flowing through her womb and up to the egg hiding in her innermost depths. She could almost feel deep inside the millions of tiny wriggling sperm battering against her unprotected egg, trying to break through and impregnate it. She wondered if she would feel the moment of penetration, when the spark of life would glow bright and the baby would begin to grow, making her belly heavy and round with his child. She welcomed it. At that moment, she never wanted anything more strongly in her life than for Barry to make her pregnant. The frenzy within her grew unbridled as she imagined his baby growing inside her.

As Barry's penis slid quickly out and then, swelling against her spasming vaginal walls, shot another burst of his rich syrup into her, she began to scream "Yes! God, yes! Fill me! Oh, God, fill me! Put it in me! Put your baby in me! Make a baby in me! Put it all in me! Make a baby in me! Make a baby in me!"

Barry howled at her words. He thrust as deep as he could and from deep within him, he fired another jet of semen with such force that it burned through his penis as it gushed out and into her. His rapid thrusting intensified, and he hammered into her again and again, swelling and pumping, trying to give her what she so badly craved. There seemed no end to his ejaculation, his rigid flesh throbbing and jerking over and over in her hot, wet chasm as he impregnated her with his potent sperm. He filled her to overflowing and she felt the slickness spattering out between her fluttering vaginal lips and coating her thighs.

Their grunting bodies mindlessly pounded into each other. Cathy shook in perpetual orgasm as Barry endlessly rutted, not stopping even after the fiery spurts ebbed and ended and his penis grew smaller and softer. He slowed his thrusts but continued to drive into her, making her squeal in wonder and delight, until he again grew thick and rigid, his movements again quick and intense.

Before long, Cathy felt Barry's firmness again begin to swell and pump more of his seed into her, making her orgasms flash even more fiercely through her. Through the waves of ecstasy, she stared down at Ken's bloated member, still twitching mere inches from her chin. As her rippling vagina sucked hungrily at the spurting mass pounding up into her, she suddenly bent her head, wrapped her lips around the head of Ken's massive shaft and began to nurse greedily at it, making Ken groan in surprise and pleasure.

Debbie stared at the three of them as they moaned together, her eyes moving from Cathy's bobbing buttocks to her bobbing head. Then she heard a sigh of delight from Jessie. She turned to see Jessie's leg wrapped around David, still behind her, his arms around her and his hands cupping and kneading her breasts. She could plainly see Jessie's stomach rolling in spasms as David's penis thrusted rapidly in and out of her dripping vagina.

She turned to the computer, thinking to go to the next round to find her next partner. If he was with someone else, she thought, that was too damn bad. She'd pull him off of whoever had taken him from her and pull him into her empty, needy vagina. She pounded at the keyboard, but nothing happened. She looked up and saw that the screen was blank and the computer had frozen.

She stared dumbly at the black screen, considering the ultimate outcome of the game they'd played this evening. She wondered how she'd finish school and raise a baby at the same time. She wondered how she'd explain why her child had no daddy. She wondered how she'd tell her parents.

Then she shrugged. She jumped onto the bed. She pulled at Cathy's head and Ken's quivering penis popped out with a loud slurping sound. Debbie wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and, straddling Ken, stuffed the rigid flesh into her just as it began to expand and surge. She exploded immediately in orgasm.

The next day the college paper reported with glee the results of the homecoming game. They noted how the home team tore through their opponent's defenses and took total possession of the field, swarming through time and again to reach the goal. The final score was 29-7. The report seemed to take special delight in describing all four times the star quarterback penetrated the end zone, spiking the ball at the end of each play, especially that last needless play that resulted in the two-point conversion.

The next year the school was having another winning season. While Barry tapped the keg on the patio, Jessie was in the living room nursing one of the twins. As she rocked with Cathy's daughter at her breast, Debbie's son started to cry.

David put down the bowl of chips he'd brought in from the kitchen and brought the infant to Jessie. As she bared her other breast, she asked him, "When is Cathy due home?"

David shrugged. "She said it was an evening appointment."

Just then Debbie came in with Ken, still caught up in the operating systems argument that they'd started in class. Debbie continued to make her point as she undid her blouse. As if on cue, Jessie's daughter began to cry. Debbie paused only a moment to press her nipple to the mewling baby's lips and Ken took the opportunity to make his case. Again.

Cathy flew through the front door. "Just in time," said Jessie. "My left is dry. Take her, will you?"

Cathy began to pull off her t-shirt. "Well, it's three for three, guys!" She threw the shirt onto a chair, undid her bra and took her daughter. "I'm pregnant!"

"I hope it's not twins again," said Barry as he came into the living room.

"Well, at least this time they won't all have blue eyes," Jessie said, her eyes twinkling at David.

"The longest damn month of my life," David muttered.

"It was only fair," Barry grinned. "We had to do something to stop you and your 'super-sperm' from fathering another litter."

"You didn't seem to have any complaints on the nights we were together," Jessie said luridly, pointedly licking her lips.

Debbie laughed. "Was it your disappointment I was swallowing three and four times a night?"

Jessie smiled at Cathy. "So we all know where David's sleeping tonight. And we don't a computer program to figure it out, either."

Ken protested, "Hey, my program was a good idea."

"Only to you," said Cathy and Debbie simultaneously. They looked at each other and started giggling.

"Barry liked the idea," grumbled Ken.

"Only until the doctor told him he was sterile," said David. "You gotta admit, Ken, at that point it was just stupid."

Ken sighed. "But I put so much work into it."

Barry picked up Cathy's son. "Nowhere near as much work as it would be to explain to my parents how come my wife has twins if I'm shooting blanks." Jessie frowned. Ken's dad still hadn't spoken to either of them since he first saw the baby's blue eyes.

Feeling the mood in the room drop, David said brightly, "Guess what I finally found today."

As Debbie gave her other breast to the last of the babies, she exclaimed, "You didn't!"

"I did, and it's installed on the computer in the big bedroom."

"Just in time for our anniversary," Cathy cried.

Debbie smiled. "Think we'll play it by the rules this time?"

"Not if I can help it," grinned Jessie.

(end)