The girls returned to their apartment at nine-thirty in the morning. The first thing they did was head for the shower. They spent nearly half an hour standing beneath the cool beads of spray that tingled their naked, gleaming bodies.
Afterward, they dried themselves off, put on bathrobes, and went into the kitchen to make themselves something to eat.
"Christ," groaned Karen in exhaustion. "I feel like Eve been hammered to death!"
"Yeah," replied Diane, smiling and sipping her coffee. "Don't it feel wonderful?"
The brunette giggled and began eating. "We're gonna have to do this more often!"
Diane laughed. "Every time the guys are away!" she replied quickly.
Silence.
"Ya know," said Karen reflectively, "we oughta be feelin' guilty about the whole fuckin' thing."
"What the fuck for?" asked Diane, scowling. "D'ya think the guys are faithful, right this minute?"
Karen shrugged.
Diane set down her coffee cup and looked at the shapely brunette. "Bullshit!" she snapped. "That's what I have to say about the whole damn thing!" She chewed on some toast and added, "If our guys haven't gotten fucked within the past week, I'm a fuckin' three-hundred-pound gorilla!"
"D'ya really think so?" asked Karen.
"I'm positive," she replied. "Our guys were no angels before we married 'em. What the hell makes you think they're any different now?"
Karen looked at the blonde. "I guess you're right," she said.
"I know I'm right! What's more, I think we're Goddam stupid if we wait around until they get their fuckin' asses back here."
Karen laughed and nodded.
They finished their breakfast.
Later, the girls lay on the bed, naked. Diane lay on her back, her legs spread and drawn back. Karen lay aver her, her cunt swaying above Diane's face. Both girls had long vibrators in their hands, and were busy working on one another's dripping cunts.
Karen shoved the vibrator deeply into the blonde's cunt. She pumped it in and out of the gaping hole until Diane shuddered and groaned deeply. When Karen removed the vibrator, she noticed that it was completely saturated with cunt juice. Giggling, she put the vibrator into her mouth and sucked the blonde's cream from the instrument.
Diane rubbed the brunette's snatch until it was well lubricated with her juices. She then stuck the vibrator into the creamy snatch and pumped it wildly, making the brunette writhe and whine above her.
Setting down the vibrator, Diane worked the girl's cunt with her mouth and tongue, squeezing the throbbing pink cunt and nibbling the pussylips greedily. Warm jets of cream dripped onto her mouth and chin. Lapping it up with her tongue, the blonde shoved three fingers into the hot slit and worked them furiously.
Karen had put down the vibrator and had picked up the rubber dildo that had been lying on the bed. She wasted no time shoving it into the blonde's creamy snatch, wriggling it around inside, and pumping it. Diane grunted, wriggled her hips, and spat quim water at the brunette, who immediately removed the dildo, covered the blonde slit with her mouth, and swallowed every drop.
The girls writhed deliciously as their hungry bodies responded to each other's caresses. Karen shot enough cream to fill Diane's mouth. Diane, in turn, saturated the shapely brunette's lips, chin and cheeks with hot jism. The bedroom smelled thickly of cunt juice and the sweet perfume of their perspiring bodies.
Karen got up from Diane and lay on her back, beside the blonde, panting deeply. "Thirsty?" she asked.
"Yep," replied Diane, licking her lips.
Karen got out of bed and left the room. She was making drinks when the doorbell buzzed. Naked, she went to the door and asked who it was. When she heard Paul's voice, she opened the door and let him in.
Paul took one look at Karen's beautiful naked body, laughed shortly, and kissed her lightly on the lips. The two of them went into the bedroom, where Diane was lying on the bed, relaxing.
"I can see you two haven't stopped since the party," he said, sitting down in a nearby chair.
"When you're horny, you screw," explained Diane matter-of-factly.
"What're you two doin' this afternoon?" he asked, reaching into his shirt pocket for his cigarettes and lighter.
"Nothin'," Diane answered quickly. "We were just about ready to get picked up again."
"Whaddya have in mind?" asked Karen, interested.
"Another party," he replied.
"Where?" asked the blonde.
"A few miles up the road," he replied. "I have a friend there who's pretty Goddam wealthy. He's filthy rich, as a matter of fact."
"When does it start?" asked Karen.
"It already started."
"Oh," replied Diane. "What kind of people will be there?"
Paul laughed shortly and smoked his cigarette. "You have to know this guy," he replied. "He's pretty close to fifty, but he's just about the most dirty-minded guy in existence! I think you'll like him."
"My pussy's on fire, just talkin' about it!" exclaimed Diane, getting, out of bed. "Let's get the fuck over there!"
"Does it matter what we wear?" asked Karen, going to her wardrobe.
Paul laughed. "You know better than that!" he replied.
Karen blushed. "Sorry. I guess I forgot."
The estate was a sprawling, hundred-acre affair complete with tennis court, swimming pool and riding stables. An eight-foot-high brick wall surrounded the entire grounds. There were exotic-looking gardens and woods everywhere one looked. The house itself looked more like a castle, or chateau.
Paul parked the car and the three of them got out and walked up the wide, paved drive. There were people everywhere, all of them naked. Diane and Karen could see couples fucking in the parked cars, in the hedges near the house, and on the lawn. As they went past the tennis court, they saw people playing tennis in the nude. Farther on, they could see the swimming pool, which was jam-packed with squealing, laughing people.
"Doesn't anyone wear clothes here?" asked Diane.
Paul laughed. "Not at Chester's parties!" he replied.
"It's gonna be a doozy," reflected Karen, looking at everyone.
"I'm ready!" squealed Diane. "I'm ready for anything!"
"When this guy throws a party," Paul explained, "he really goes overboard. He's even got hookers out here, just in case you get the urge to get bored." He laughed. "You can't run out of juice at these shindigs – Chester won't let you!"
They went inside.
The parlor was a huge room filled with antiques. The floor looked like marble; there were statues and paintings everywhere.
But Diane and Karen did not notice the works of art. There was too much commotion going on. Two men were carrying a struggling naked girl upstairs. Two men and two women were on the marble floor, writhing and gasping. The smell of marijuana was quite thick in the air. A moaning, writhing girl hung upside down from the railing upstairs. Her legs were widely spread apart, her knees and ankles roped securely to the wooden banister. Her hands tied behind her back, she gasped and strained to get free.
Paul was just about to take, the girls down the huge hall when a group of six or seven men suddenly appeared. Without a word, they picked up Diane and Karen and carried them quickly down the hall.
Karen was taken into a rather dark, big room. Once inside, the men closed the door and began undressing her very quickly.
"What's the fuckin' hurry?" she asked nervously. "I'm just as horny as you are. If ya gimme a chance, I'll take ya all on!"
Then she noticed a girl hanging naked from the huge crossbeam near the ceiling at the other end of the room. Supported entirely by her wrists, the girl hung helplessly. She did not struggle or move even when one of the men accidentally bumped into her. Her head was slumped on her chest. There was a gag in her mouth. Her thighs and ankles were crisscrossed heavily with rope.
Before she could begin struggling, the men stretched Karen out on a wide table on her back. The men were busy strapping her wrists and ankles in a spread eagled position. She squirmed and strained to sit up, but in no time she was completely helpless. When she cried out, one of the men stuffed something into her mouth. It filled her mouth and tasted like rubber. She tried forcing it out, but there were straps extending from each side of the gag, which the man was now securing behind her neck.
Her heart racing, she merely lay there, wondering what was next. These men were very weird, she thought in fear. They hardly even spoke to each other, performing their tasks in quick motions.
One man then jumped up on the table and sat between Karen's widely spread thighs. He was doing something with his hands. When he turned to face her, she caught a glimps of a footlong, artificial cock, which he had fastened to his own prick. Another man came over and gave him something, which the first man fitted over the head of the rubber prick. Karen soon saw that it was the weirdest tickler she had ever seen. The tip of the thing was shaped like a glove, the fingers forming claws. From the sides of the tickler grew hundreds of long rubber teeth in the shapes of knives, forks, pins and other things.
Karen's heart practically leaped in her chest. The damned thing was going to hurt, and she knew it. She began to struggle on the table, but to no avail. One of the men suddenly pushed down her jerking head and passed a thick strap across her throat. He fastened it somewhere underneath the table. Karen, sighing deeply in despair, realized that she could no longer raise her head.
The man between her legs suddenly fingered her cunt, shifted his position, and fitted the head of his exotic cock between the tender lips of her pussy. Her heart raced as the little teeth caressed and prodded each fold of flesh inside her. She grunted out a small orgasm. The man smiled and felt the hot juice in his fingers.
Without warning, he shoved his immense rubber cock deeply into her unsuspecting cunt. For the next thirty seconds, Karen went berserk. Her arms and legs strained violently, shaking the solid oak table. The breath shot out of her flared nostrils in spurts. Her pussy was waking wet.
She had nearly drowned his prick with hot cunt juice. Smiling, he waited for her to relax before he began sliding the huge dong in and out of her. As he did so, the other men assaulted her, going for her tits. Their busy mouths swallowed her nipples, sucking them into their mouths and nibbling on them. At the same time, they squeezed her boobs, rubbing them deliciously and making the brunette twist violently on the table. She hammered out more cunt juice and lay still.
The man began fucking her with long, brutal stokes. The teeth bit into her swollen flesh, prodding her, smacking against her, squeezing her insides until she came and came again. The rubber dick was so long that it completely filled her gash, so thick that it prevented her from tightening or loosening her pussy muscles even slightly.
He kept slamming his rod into her, rubbing her tender flesh raw, and making her throb and swell. She came again and again, until the foot-long prick was all wet and sticky.
Then she felt his jism filling up her cunt. It soothed her bruises and sores, making her come again and again.
Karen lay strapped, to the table, mooning through the rubber gag and squirming in exhaustion. She had no sooner begun to relax when she was mounted by a second man.
His methods were quite different.
He played with her soaked snatch first, rubbing it tenderly, pulling apart her pink pussylips, and assaulting her cunt with his thumb. She responded by sliding her snatch against him, wriggling it as he caressed her.
Soon she felt his fingers, one by one, entering her snatch. When she relaxed completely, he easily inserted three fingers and pumped her slowly, with long strokes. She thanked him by washing his hand with pussy water, and by moaning in pleasure.
His dick was long and thick. He kept the head of his prick pressing against the pink lips of her snatch. She could feel it throbbing against her, and she jerked her snatch against him in an effort to make it slide into her cunt.
Laughing, he shoved it against her and slid it in slowly, inch by inch, until it was all the way inside. Jerking, she squirted cunt juice and felt herself relaxing.
Before long, his prick was moving inside her. He pumped her slowly, pulling it out slowly, all but the head, and returning it until the base of his cock was pressing roughly against her pussylips. Christ! she thought, moaning deeply. He must be over a foot long! She began breathing deeply, yielding to his thrusts. Her round titties rose and foil on her chest.
Karen lay strapped to the table as though she were a sacrifice. As the man fucked her cunt, the others went to her tits and arms. They sucked her nipples, and their hands roamed up and down her anus. Her skin stood out in gooseflesh. She felt tingly all over; the temperature in the room suddenly jumped.
Soon the men went wild, all at once. The man fucking her increased his pace. The men sucking and fondling her began eating her tits eagerly. She could no longer stand it. Her naked body jerked and shuddered wildly on the table, her arms and legs straining at the straps, the muscles standing out in ugly red welts. Her pussy was on fire, and she shivered as though freezing.
He continued fucking her savagely. His prick grew and grew inside her, and soon it was hard for him to move it. She relaxed again, and he began hammering it into her at a feverish pace. She squirmed on the table, her cunt constantly dripping hot juice.
Suddenly, he withdrew from her snatch, jumped from the table, and went right for her cunt, his lips and tongue wild. He lapped up every bit of juice he could find, sticking his tongue inside her snatch, moving it around, sucking her pussylips raw. More cunt cream jolted down her tube. He licked every drop eagerly and thrust her throbbing clit into his mouth.
Then the men were fighting among each other for her cunt. The man who had been fucking and eating her was shoved roughly to the floor. He could not get up in time. There was already a man positioning himself between her thighs and shoving his swollen cock into her snatch so brutally that she screamed horribly, whimpered, and climaxed three times in succession.
He pumped her cunt savagely for the next few minutes. But he was so excited by this time that he groaned in despair. His balls were in an uproar. He slackened his pace, but no matter how slightly he moved his cock inside her, he felt the need to come. His jism poured thickly inside her snatch in violent jolts, making her jerk and whimper, and causing her hot cunt to thunder.
The man was then pulled from her snatch and thrown to the floor by the last man, who got up, knelt between her spread thighs, and stuffed his thick prick into her swollen, trembling cunt.
His thrusts were brutal and deliberate. He fucked her like a dog, in fast, jerky jabs. She bit down on the rubber gag that filled her mouth, tensed her arms and legs, and felt the mad gush if jism shooting down her crack. It sizzled the man's cock, dripping onto his balls. Wailing, he went crazy, pumping his prick even faster and shooting his thick wad into her swollen, cream-soaked snatch.
She sighed deeply and tried to relax on the table, but the straps were tied in such a way as to keep her body as tensed as possible. She thought that, since the men had finished with her, she would soon be released. Groaning, she tried to sit up, but failed. Her wrists and ankles were completely numb. She mumbled something incomprehensible behind the gag, shaking her head and looking at the straps that kept her fled down.
Sighing, one of the men got up and headed for the door. "Let's go get a drink," he said.
The others got up and followed him.
Karen grunted and squealed, jerking on the table.
Turning, the men looked at the angry, struggling brunette strapped to the table. The man opening the door said, "Uh-uh, babe. We're not lettin' you loose yet. You'll get stolen by some of the others, and we won't see you again!"
The other man grinned and added, "Yet. We ain't finished with you yet, sister. We'll be back."
Without another word, the men left the room, closing the door behind them.
Karen relaxed on the table and lay sobbing.