The party was in high gear when Kitten arrived at the Dubois' house. She knew these bashes always ended up as orgies, so she was only mildly surprised when she passed through the garden and discovered a local real-estate salesman pounding the prick to a woman who definitely was not his wife.
"Fuck away, folks," Kitten whispered as she passed by unnoticed. "It's the only way to fly."
Nobody waited to greet her at the door. Kitten entered the fourteen-room house and moved with the liquidness of youth towards the sound of loud voices, matching music, laughter and ice cubes rattling against crystal glasses. Her eyes prowled among the costumed guests, and picked out Monique Dubois. The slender, silver-haired woman was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and judging by the way her tits were heaving, she was anxious for some Big Bad Wolf to come along and eat her up.
Kitten's glance shifted towards the portable stage Monique had brought in for the occasion and wondered who was in charge of the entertainment committee. One of the girls who pushed drinks at Cleo Brill's palace was doing a strip to some bad music being rendered by a combo that couldn't play for shit, and the girl herself offered nothing to compensate for it. Somebody dressed as a court jester nudged a drink into her hand. She sampled it and lost interest in the clumsy stripper. She downed her drink in three swallows and went off in search of Max Markie.
He wasn't hard to pick out of the crowd; he was the only pirate on the premises. She found him out on the moon bathed patio, getting his cock sucked by a girl wearing white boots, a white leather vest and a cowboy hat, nothing more. Long-nippled tits swung loosely and the hat danced on the girl's back from its string as she gripped Max's colossal cock with both hands and sucked on the knob that filled her mouth. A shiver sliced through Kitten as she envisioned the girl's tongue caressing Max's knob, tasting his pre-cum, and a clock tick later her own quim began to moisten.
"Damn," Kitten said to herself, "A few minutes of this crap and I'll be ready for anything. I'm so hot right now I could straddle a cucumber."
She giggled.
And kept staring at the girl who was sucking Max Markie's big cock.
Another giggle seeped past Kitten's lips as she watched Max grab the girl's ears, cram more of his meat inside her mouth, rasp, "Start swallowing, baby, I'm getting ready to squirt. Christ, am I ever ready! Look out, tonsils, here I come!"
Kitten waited until the girl ate Max's sperm and removed his whang from his mouth, and then she moved off to see what else she could see. She wandered into a room that contained a fireplace, and found it occupied. An Amazonian blonde was down on the white bearskin rug in front of the crackling log fire, naked as a jaybird. She was resting on her right hip. Big, solid, she was the epitome of every whore in the world. The voluptuous blonde wasn't alone on the bearskin rug. Gil Savage was stretched out behind her with his cock crammed in her ass. Kitten stood in the doorway and watched them have at it. The blonde was grunting and grinding, and as Kitten watched Gil's huge dong saw in and out of the woman's asshole, she remembered the reaming he had given hers last night, and readily understood why this woman grunted each time he rammed it into her butt hole. Like Jason Dubois and Max Markie, Gil Savage was hung like a fucking horse.
Gil shifted position suddenly, turned the woman over on her belly, his cock still buried in her shitter. Kitten watched the blonde's tits flatten against the bearskin rug, heard her say, "Easy, Gil, easy."
Gil didn't seem to hear her. He gripped her hunching hips as he continued to pour the prick to her asshole. His cock backed out, then shot in again and again, and with each inward thrust the Junoesque blonde belched air and humped her hips faster, until Gil locked his whang deep in her asshole and filled it with his jizz.
"Jesus fucking Christ," the blonde panted, "your cock juice is hot as hell!"
"You like it, you tight-holed bitch," Gil growled. "You always like it."
"You're so right," the blonde laughed. "I love the feel of your cum flushing my guts. I always did, I always will."
Kitten shook unobserved and watched Gil's fuck-juice run out of the blonde's butthole, and sight of the sperm increased the heat she was feeling in her cunt. She waited until he removed his prick from the girl's shitter and then she tiptoed away from them. She passed another couple in the hallway as she moved towards the main body of the party, but she wasn't interested in watching an ancient local heiress go through the motions of jacking off the young gigolo she had rented from the mainland for the night.
She entered the guest-crowded room and started angling towards the food-and drink-burdened table to get herself a fresh glass of booze. She was almost within reaching distance when a member of the party, dressed as a clown, walked up to her and said, "Good evening, lady rabbit." It was Jason Dubois.
"Who snitched?" Kitten asked on the heel of a soft laugh. "Did Max tell you about my coming here in a bunny outfit?"
"He didn't have to," Jason said as he filled her hand with a drink, then steered her towards the back of the house. "Those tits of yours gave you away. There isn't another pair like them on Starfish Island." He stopped in front of a door, turned the knob, pushed inward. "Here we are, young lady."
"Your private seduction chamber?"
"Only if you're willing."
"Why not?" Kitten said as she slipped in ahead of him and flipped the light switch. "Dr. Dubois' two-ball remedy worked before. Let's find out if it works again."
"It'll work," Jason said as he locked the door and proceeded to skin out of his clown costume. "You might have to pump a little to get me started, but it'll work."
The webbing of Kitten's panties threatened to strangle her pussy as she watched Jason slip out of his clown costume to expose his flaccid cock. A frown wrinkled her brow. Could she get him stiff and ready for action? She damn well intended to try.
"Let's see what happens," Jason said as he trapped her hand and placed it on his dangling cock. "If it hardens, I'll fuck you. If it stays soft, I'll eat you off."
"I can do without the cunt-lapping," Kitten said as she stroked his dick and felt it begin to stretch and harden in her hand. "I'd much rather get my pussy massaged with this big sausage of yours."
"Keep playing with my cock like that and it won't be long before you get your druthers."
Kitten laughed and tightened her fingers around his now fully erect cock. "We're in business, Doctor! Start filling my prescription."
Jason smirked. Then he lifted his hands to her tits and hugged them with his hands. He kneaded them slowly, tenderly, and afterwards he opened the zipper that ran down the front of her bunny outfit. Kitten's glance lowered to watch her bra-less boobs dance into nakedness. Jason cupped them for the second time and his hands sent a hot bolt of electricity shooting to her cunt. She gasped, then told him how wonderful it felt to have him toy with her tits, that it made her feel creamy all over, and as she talked she continued to stroke his rock-hard prick.
Jason Dubois paused with his hands on her tingling jugs and asked, "You ready for your massage?"
"What a dumb question!"
Jason chuckled like a ruptured prairie dog and helped Kitten out of her costume. He forced it downward until it dropped down around her ankles, then left it there while he went after her bikini panties.
Kitten stood frozen and waited for Jason, Dubois to lower and remove her panties, to make her all the way naked. Impatience gripped her. She was anxious for him to bury his cock deep in the cavern of her quim.
She watched Jason's slightly quaking fingers crook and hook into the waistband of her briefs and tug them down over her unmoving hips. Jason followed the panties down to her ankles, and it was with great reluctance that she allowed his throbbing tool to escape her greedy grip. She lifted one foot, then the other, and momentarily her rabbit costume and bikini panties went flying across the room.
Jason remained on his knees. Kitten exhaled loudly, and sagged down beside him. She stretched out on her back, spread her legs invitingly, and whispered, "Do your stuff, Doc. Check my temperature with that big thermometer of yours."
He crawled between her open legs and admired her cunt for a second before he rasped, "One thermometer coming at you."
Kitten felt his swollen knob touch the lips of her twat. She shivered and murmured, "Fuck me."
Jason didn't. Not immediately. The tip of his prick moved away from her melting cunt. She held her breath, waited. Moments later she felt his fingers find and part the lips of her twat. He checked her cunt for wetness, took his fingers away, replaced them with his cock-head. There was a brief twinge of discomfort as he shoved his prick in. She thought his rod was all the way in her cunt it wasn't.
Jason hunched forward and stuffed more of his magnificent meat into her hole.
Kitten tensed beneath his pressing weight and begged, "Take it easy, lover."
Jason withdrew a portion of his cock, then slowly worked it all the way into her cunt until his balls touched her asshole. There was no pain. There was nothing except the wild howling in her cunt – the wild howling for a come.
"You're in," Kitten shrilled. "Now start fucking me!"
"Don't let me do all the work."
Kitten didn't. The instant his cock came alive in her cunt her passion took full charge. Her hips went berserk, and so did the rest of her body. She got with it. She coiled her legs around his rump and met him thrust for thrust. She twined her arms around his neck and mashed her jugs against his face. Ripples of pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being, her stomach churned in delight, and momentarily she was flirting with orgasm.
Jason's cock kept pounding into her cunt tunnel. Her tits tightened against his face, then slid down and away as he brought his mouth to hers for a kiss. His tongue slipped past her teeth and prowled among the moist sweetness it found inside her oral cavity. They frenched while he gripped her thrashing haunches and snaked his whang in and out of her pussy. It was madness. Sweet madness. It was sex! Kitten felt herself leaving the launching pad and blasting off into space, bound for the distant asteroid of ecstasy where she would momentarily go into the orbit of climax…
"Doctor, Doctor, your cock feels so good to me! So damn, damn good! Fuck me harder, harder! Pour the prick to me! Ah, I'm getting there! Whee! One more buck and I'm going to cream all over this sweet cock of yours!" Jason kept bucking.
His cock kept snaking in and out of her snapping pussy.
"Ready to cream all over this darling fuck-pole of yours!"
"Cream away, Kitten," Jason croaked. "I'm almost ready to get my own rocks off. Let's make a double."
"Do it. When Kitten comes, everybody comes!"
"Go, Kitten, go!"
Kitten went. Her ass-cheeks slapped against the floor as she hunched to meet his every thrust, and a few seconds later their bodies fused as they growled and shivered through a mutual release.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm coming! Coomminnggg!!"
Jason's fuck-juice scorched the inner walls of Kitten's cunt and drove her berserk with joy. This was it! The moment of truth, the mingling of juices! Her ass thumped against the floor, her eyes floated in their sockets, her thighs twitched, and screech after screech ripped out of her throat. Some of his sperm oozed out of her quiff and stung the crack of her ass. She didn't flinch. She didn't give a damn about the cock-butter stinging her pouting shitter. All she cared about was the wild sensations shooting through her system, the cock-juice gushing into her tush, and the sweet knowledge that she had been royally fucked into another wild orgasm by a truly expert cocksman.
She relaxed suddenly, and waited for the room to stop spinning like a toy top.
It did. Finally.
Jason finished getting his jollies and backed his peter out of her slippery cunt. He rocked back on his heels and watched her closely. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words died unborn, for at this particular moment the doorknob rattled, startling them.
Kitten squirmed out from under Jason Dubois and scrambled to her feet. The doorknob rattled again, and then a familiar voice called through the timber, "Open up, Kitten. It's me. Max."
Kitten breathed a sigh of relief and unlocked the door. She smiled at Max and said, "What's up?"
The fragment of a wry smile tugged at the corners of Max Markie's mouth. "I just phoned the motel to check with the guy I hired to take my place for the night." His smile widened. "It's Dan. He's back from the mainland, and wondering where the Christ you're at. I think you'd better hightail it home before he comes here, finds you, and wrecks this fucking place."
Kitten laughed. It was a husky sound deep in her throat, and her tits danced in rhythm to laughter as she started dressing, then said, "I'm practically there, dirty bid man."
And ten minutes later she was.