Party #2

     "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.

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  "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 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 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 he
pressed 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 the 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.

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