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CHAPTER 8

Denise was still awed by the beauty of Jennifer Upson when she ushered the girl into her bedroom for them to freshen up and get ready for the start of the evening's fun. Jennifer was all Brian had cracked her up to be. A lovely girl. She was eighteen. She was blonde-haired, blue eyed and had an adorable shape. One hundred pounds of sheer, curvy loveliness on a five foot frame, with a nice sized pair of titties.

Like Brian had said, she was a cute chick. A definite understatement. Jennifer was a doll, with creamy pinkish-white, flawless skin, and a shy smile. The type of smile that could turn male tigers into pussycats.

Denise tried putting her visitor at ease. «Sit down, Jennifer, I'll brush your hair.» She could sense the girl was nervous. She ran a hair brush through the long mass of lovely blonde hair and smiled reassuringly. «Relax, darling. The boys aren't in any hurry. We have all night. Let them gab awhile at the bar. You and me'll have some girl talk.»

Jennifer smiled at Denise's reflection in the mirror. «I am kind of uptight,» she admitted. «This'll be like the first time for me.»

«Oh? You were at the Edwards swap party last week, weren't you?»

«Yeah, but me and Peter left before it really got started. We sort of snuck out when things started heating up. We weren't even missed.»

«I know one guy who missed you!» Denise laughed shortly.

«Who?»

«My husband. He's been raving about you ever since. He was kind of hoping to get a crack at you.»

Jennifer blushed. «I guess he wasn't the only one. I noticed the way the guys were looking me over.» She shuddered. «I'm not sure I can cope with swapping.»

«Me either. I've been dead set against it, but Brian insists we give it a try.»

«Same with Pete.» The flush on her face deepened. «He wants us to start swapping, and we're not even married!»

«When will you be getting married?»

«Gee, I don't know. He keeps putting it off. He insists on one of those trial marriages. Like right now, we're living together. We have this apartment in the city. We both work at the studio. I'm' a secretary. He's a dancer. We're doing okay financially, but he keeps stalling about getting married. He wants to make sure we're right for each other. Now, he's all charged up on this swap kick. He thinks it's the in thing to do. He wants us to try it before we get married.»

«H'mmm.» Denise could appreciate the other girl's problem. Her own knot head was also on the swapping kick. The only difference was-she was married. This girl wasn't.

«And if you go through with it tonight, this'll be your first real swap?»

Jennifer nodded miserably. «I'm scared. I love Pete. I don't want any other guy-not even your man. I want just Pete, and I don't want him getting another girl-even you.» Tears began misting her baby-blue eyes.

«There. There.» Denise gently squeezed the soft shoulders, encased in a white blouse. Jennifer had on a mini skirt that accentuated her lovely legs and thighs. The girl was sure whistle bait. «It isn't the end of the world, darling, Relax, and just think of it as an experiment. I was all shook up the first time me and Brian swapped, but I got over it. We're still together. We still love each other.»

«You do?» Jennifer's eyes lit up hopefully. Then she added, a note of doubt in her voice, «But you've been married a long time. Pete and I aren't even married.»

«We've been married almost two years.»

«And you're both older than me and Pete!»

«I'm only nineteen. Brian's only twenty-five. You're eighteen, aren't you?» The girl nodded. Denise added, «How old's Pete?»

«He'll be twenty-three.»

«There, you see. We're almost the same age group. The four of us.» Denise eased Jennifer to her feet. She was a rather small girl herself, but she felt so much larger than this tiny beauty. She beat down an urge to sweep the teenaged darling into her arms and make love to her. She had gone that route while in high school and had decided lesbianism wasn't her bag. But there was something about this adorable little teenager with the big, baby-blue eyes that brought out the beast in her. Small wonder guys flipped for this kid.

«Shall we go down to the basement and join our horny bastards?» She referred to the rumpus room she and Brian had fixed up in the basement. A large, air conditioned room designed for fun and games, with a built-in bar, two day bed couches, a pool table, a dart board and hi-fl and television set. An ideal spot for what they all had in mind. All, that is, apparently, except Jennifer. The blonde haired beauty definitely wasn't in the mood for swap. At least not yet.

The task of getting Jennifer into the proper mood had fallen on Denise. Brian had given explicit instructions that she should get with it, and take the initiative with Pete.

Feeling like she was leading a lamb to the slaughter, she took her houseguest down to join the boys. The boys were shooting a game of pool between drinks. They were both feeling gay and seemed very much in the mood for fun and games.

She smiled at Pete-her target for the night. He was a handsome hunk of manhood. Six feet tall. One hundred and sixty pounds. Dark very long hair and dark eyes. A pretty boy in tip top shape, due to his being a ballet dancer on Sharon's TV show. A lovely boy, who was giving her a lewd smile and a come-on look.

«Hi, boys. Can we join in the game.»

«Heck yeah. Grab a cue stick.» Pete cut loose with a huge smile. «I'll play you a game first. Then maybe Brian can play Jennifer a match?»

«Sounds good.» Denise lined up the balls in the rack, reached for a cue stick, and nodded. «I'll let you break them, Pete.»

Taking his cue from the two pool players, Brian eased Jennifer to the other end of the room. He poured around of drinks and sat next to the nervous girl, making small talk and trying to put her at her ease.

Pete slammed into the pack with his cue ball, scattering the other balls all over the green surface.

Stepping back, he grinned, «Your shot, pretty girl.»

Denise took a big swallow of liquor from the glass Brian had poured for her. She chalked her cue stick, bent over the pool table and expertly ran off a string of seven before missing a shot.

Pete took his turn, and a few more sips from his glass. He ran a few balls and missed. The game and the drinking was in full swing. With each shot, and each sip, she and Pete became more chummy. The game paled into in significance as they grew more intimate. They laughed, giggled and huddled at the pool table.

«Here-let me help you with that shot!» Pete, giggling, eased up to Denise who was bent far over the table trying to line up a difficult shot. He slid in between her spread legs and nuzzled the front of his slacks against her asscheeks which were covered by a pair of pink panties which were plainly visible from the position she was in. He rubbed his hardening cock, hidden by his slacks, against her pink panties.

He held this rubbing position for a long moment, deliberately moving his hardening cock against her ass. He was bent over the table with her, hands on cue stick along with hers., They both chuckled and made no effort to finish the shot.

Denise wiggled her butt against his slacks impishly. «Maybe if I use that cue stick, I could make the shot?» She pushed her butt against his half hard cock.

Taking his cue from his playmate, Pete chuckled. «Let's give it a try!» He unzipped his fly and pulled his surging cock out. «Chalk it up, honey and I'll shoot.»

Denise gulped in awe when she ogled the size of his cue stick. Pete was sure heavy hung. His cock was at least eight inches of solid meat, with a huge cockhead. A surging shaft of hard cock. Still going along with the gag, she reached for the small square of chalk and pretended to chalk the head of his cue stick. She eased the cue ball over near the edge of the pool table and chuckled, «There! Let's see you shoot it!»

Getting up on tip toe and with one leg on the floor, Pete met the challenge. He held his prick with one hand and eased it forward against the white cue ball. The ball rolled across the table and bounced against other balls.

Grinning impishly, he chortled, «There I did it! Now, what's my next shot?» He winked lewdly and nodded.

«Your cue stick in my pocket?» suggested Denise, sliding from her panties. She hopped up and sat on the edge of the pool table, her snatch hovering over it slightly. She leaned back on her arms to steady herself.

Ignoring the gasps of dismay from his girl friend who was watching the fun game from the bar stool, Pete quickly slid out of 'his slacks and underpants. Next, he stripped his shirt off. Naked as a jaybird, his cock ramrod hard, he eased it forward.

Target-Denise's tiny pussy!

He slid his cock forward and eased it into her snatch. It went in slightly, after quite a struggle. Denise wasn't exactly in a good fucking position, and his cock was just too big. He grunted, groaned, and pushed. Finally he got a few inches into her cute cunt. He grinned triumphantly. «There! Cue stick in your hole!» He gave a few tentative shoves.

«Jennifer gulped and flushed hotly while observing her boy friend enjoying his unorthodox game of pool. When his stick slid into Denise's pocket, Jennifer slid from the stool, went over to the couch and threw herself on it, cutting loose with the sobs.

Brian quickly joined her-and soothed her. Flopping alongside her, he stroked and soothed her. Flopping alongside her, her stroked and soothed, «There, there, Jennifer. Don't get so upset. It's only fun. That's what we're here for. Fun and games. Now just relax, honey.»

While stroking and soothing, he managed to undress himself. Stark naked, he began stroking and soothing in new areas. Slyly, he unhooked Jennifer's blouse and removed it. Next, he lifted her bra. He slowly unhooked her skirt and removed it. The adorable little blonde beauty was naked before him, in all her lush glory.

She was the prettiest sight he'd gazed upon in a long time. A sobbing beauty with a pair of knockers that were out of this world.

Easing her onto her back, Brian slid a leg up over her stomach, and fondled her lush melons. He sucked in a deep breath and smiled reassuringly. «God, you're so beautiful, honey,» he murmured, fondling her tits with one hand and stroking her cunt area with the other hand. «A real 'blonde, yet!» He marveled, easing down to plant a few kisses on her pouty lips.

She turned her head to avoid his oncoming lips and to get a peek at what was going on at the pool sable. Her mouth gaped open, and her eyes bugged wide. Denise and Pete were playing a new game. They were no longer pretending to be shooting pool. Pete was leaning back against the pool table with his prick out-thrust. He was naked.

Denise, also naked, was squatting before him. She had her lovely lips wrapped around his lovely cock and she was eagerly sucking it!

Seeing Jennifer staring at her in horror, she winked lewdly and sucked it harder. She took the entire length of Pete's enormous cock down her throat and fondled his hairy balls while sucking his big cock. Her brown eyes were pools of passion and lust while she sucked Jennifer's boyfriend off.

Jennifer flushed hotly, and turned her head away from the horrible scene. This action brought her face close to Brian's. Thinking it was his cue for action, he pressed his lips to hers in a soul kiss. He snaked his tongue in and began dueling with her hot, little tongue.

She fought him for a few minutes then, oddly, she felt herself heating up. Brian's probing fingers on her snatch and titties were heating, her considerably.

Reaching down, she grabbed his hard cock. «Bring it up to my mouth,» she ordered, a note of defiance in her voice. «Anything he can do, I can do better!»

Brian gleefully obeyed Jennifer's wish. He quickly assumed a sixty-nine position. This brought his cock into sucking range. Jennifer began sucking almost angrily. Slapping her lightly on the flushed cheek, he cautioned, «Easy does it, honey. That's a cock you're sucking. Not a Popsicle. Just suck. Don't bite.»

Having gotten her in the sucking groove, Brian gleefully dipped down to her golden-haired snatch. He stared reverently at the lovely revelation. This cute kid had a cute cunt. A tiny, not too hairy one. A tiny slit, lightly covered with golden-colored curly cunt hairs. Playfully he tweaked at the hair and ran his palm up and down on her tiny crack.

She squealed and moaned in delight while she sucked his cock and he fondled her pussy. He kissed the tiny, vaginal lips. He eased his tongue into her cunt and teased the ditty button of love. He wrapped his hands under her cute butt and eased her up and down. She was light as a feather and tasty as a cream puff. He dipped his tongue far in to her twat, trying to get a taste of her cream. An impossible task, of course, but an enjoyable one. She moaned, thrashed around and squealed in delight under his tongue lashing.

In between sucks at his big. cock, she whimpered, «Suck my cunt, you bastard. Suck it good. Make it cum. Like wow! Oooooh … Aaaaaaah …»

She squealed, moaned, sucked and got sucked. Forgotten were her qualms about swapping. Forgotten was her shock at seeing the guy she loved shoving his cock up Denise's pussy. At the moment, she was unconcerned with any other thing. At the moment she wanted only to suck this lovely cock and get her little pussy sucked in return.

A few yards away, her new found friend and technical advisor was giving with a similar type chore. Denise was eagerly and happily giving a good account of her cock sucking ability. She knew she had Pete on the ropes. She could sense from the way he was tensing up that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Pete was of the old jack rabbit type of school. A guy who couldn't control his cums.

«I'm going to cum!» he wailed, grabbing her ears and pulling her head back and forth on his surging cock. He ogled the awesome sight. His big cock sliding in and out of the mouth of this brown-haired lovely. She was peering up at him with her lovely mouth. A wonderful sight. A sight that turned him on.

He tried to stop the flow of juices. He hadn't wanted to come this quick. He passed the point of no return. «Take it, you bitch! Suck it, you slut! I'm cuming. I'm cuming … Wow!» He pounded her pretty face like crazy. In. Out. He slammed his huge prick into her pretty mouth. «Suck it bitch! Suck it … «

Denise thanked him with her eyes as she felt him stiffen, then unload. She braced herself and adjusted. She had learned the art of cock sucking and the swallowing of the gook without gagging. She felt the hot, sticky cum gushing into her throat. She eased his cock out slightly and swallowed the load. The first shot. She then let the cock slide all the way down her throat again. Her deep throat.

Holding against his thighs to steady him, Denise worked her mouth magic on his spitting prick. In. Out. She sucked it. She mouthed it. She swallowed. Again and again he shot a hot wad Again and again, she accepted it and sucked him for more, more, more …

His pounding strokes began to ease. His prick ran dry. She continued to suck him off until he was bone dry and thoroughly beat. Not until then, did she allow his limp cock to slide from her hot mouth. Giving a last few strokes of her tongue on his damp rod, she licked the few remaining drops that oozed from the slit on his cockhead.

She watched sorrowfully when his cock drooped and hung limply between his legs. His once mighty rod was now a sad looking, battered pole. Reddish and still throbbing, but lacking in stature and stiffness. A sad, limp looking monster that had been thoroughly sucked dry and from which the stiffness had gone.

Kissing it tenderly, albeit a trifle sadly, she got to her feet, and kissed him on the lips with her cock sucking lips. «Thanks, lover boy,"' she whispered. «I needed that.» She licked her chops.

Smiling wanly, he returned her kisses. «I wanted to fuck you first, pretty girl.» He held his hand on his limp dick. «Now, look at this bastard. Soft as butter.» He sighed.

Patting his sad cock she grinned. «Don't worry, Pete, We'll get the bastard hard again.» Nodding toward the far end of the room, she chuckled, «Let's go see what the other couple are doing?»

«Sure!» Pete willingly followed her. He'd be out of action for some time. This brown-haired kid had taken a lot out of him. An awful lot of cum.

Hand in hand they went to the other end of the, room, pausing for a few seconds at the bar for refills. Then, hand in hand, they stood beside the couch where the two lovers were blowing each other.

She watched with a pang of jealousy as Brian worked out on the tiny, golden-haired cunt and the owner of the golden-haired pussy worked out on Brian's big cock.

She studied the movements of the sucking experts, a slight frown on her face. She ogled Jennifer's cute butt which was very close since Jennifer was top dog of the sucking contest. She eyed the tiny bunghole between Jennifer's cute asscheeks. It was such a tiny bunghole. The shit chute appeared to be almost virginal. She doubted that Jennifer ever used it for anything other than taking a shit.

She studied it for a long moment. She watched Brian's tongue sliding in and out of Jennifer's adorable little pussy. She winked when Brian winked up at her from his vantage point beneath Jennifer's cunt.

Studying the sylvan scene for a long moment, while sipping at her drink, and squeezing Pete's hand, she finally murmured, «You know what I think would be lots of fun to see, Pete?»

«No. What?» Pete eyed her owlishly. He was ready for anything. Not quite ready cockwise, but mentally – yes.

«I think it would be a marvy sight if Brian fucked Jennifer in the ass!»