Surprise the housemates

Gunnar sat as still as possible, stunned by the totally sexual way women were treating him, first Dawn and now Denise. Denise lavished her mouth and tongue upon his erection with amazing skill, teasing the tender underside just below the glans. Her mouth was relatively small, but it was soft and wet and dedicated, grunting and moaning with pleasure as it gorged itself upon him. He couldn't stand much more, so he didn't, and pulsed and let fly into her throat. Denise huffed and gulped and huffed and gulped, then finally stood back up from under the table: short of breath, her eyes sparkling, her smile big and wicked, with gloppy semen all over her chin.

"Mmm, thanks!" she said, licking her teeth. "Fuck! If you are what you eat, what do you do, eat nothing but SALAMI all day long?" She froze as Gunnar motioned to his own chin, then took the hint. She giggled as she dabbed her chin with his napkin. "A girl's got to be careful with you, you make enough baby seed to knock up the county!"

Gunnar wondered about something. "Denise ... are you a size freak?"

"Am I a size freak?" The question shocked her in some happy way, then got a hearty laugh out of her. "Are you serious? A size freak -- WHO ISN'T!?"

The way she said it, as if it was so obvious, more than satisfied him. He finished his dinner, wondering how "freak" could apply to something greater than a tiny minority.

Denise gave him an extra check slip, with her address and phone number on it, and Gunnar wandered home.

"Gunnar? You're back already?" Bronte worried as he entered. "I thought you said you'd be out all night! Our guests are already here."

He could have kicked himself. Of course! He had meant to linger with his book at the diner, then hang out at the library. Denise had thrown him all off ...