Party

     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 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.

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  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.

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