By this time, Karen saw the protesting Diane being carried into the room. The men were just a horny, just as intent on their purpose, as the man who was fucking Karen.
They tossed Diane in the other bed and positioned her on her right side. Then they worked quickly, lying down on each side of her and lifting her left leg until it was nearly perpendicular with her body.
Two pairs of hungry hands fondled her all over. The man facing her took her left nipple in his mouth and nibbled on it until she squealed and sprinkled cunt juice onto their hands. Laughing, they continued fingering her cunt and asshole. Seconds later, they fitted the head of their pricks into the appropriate cracks and, simultaneously, shoved their inflamed cocks deeply into her hot, wet holes.
Diane gasped, groaned deeply, and twitched as each storm rocked her body. Orgasm overtook her, setting her on fire and discharging a gallon of thick juice down her cunt.
"Christ!" shouted the man fucking her asshole. "This one really gushes!"
The man fucking her cunt giggled and sighed deeply as the blonde's hot quim cream warmed his thick cock. "Yeah!" he replied, laughing. "We're gonna have to fuck these broads more often!"
Before her body could relax, Diane shuddered and gritted her teeth. The man had already begun slamming their pricks into her quivering flesh mercilessly. She tried to relax, but she was in no position to do so. The men kept her left leg high in the air. It began to throb, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Soon her leg was the lent of her problems. By now, her cunt and ass were completely numb. The pricks continued ramming her savagely. Feeling faint, Diane closed her eyes. The orgasm that suddenly exploded between her legs strangely felt as though it were a million miles away. A blackness veiled her eyes, and she was out cold.
Soon Karen's cunt was flooded with juice. The man who had been fucking her in the ass suddenly reached down and stuck two fingers into her snatch. She immediately arched her back, groaned deeply, and squirted more juice.
Just then, the man removed his cock from her asshole, flipped her over on her back, and shoved his red-hot joint into her unsuspecting snatch. Groaning, she squirmed beneath him, reached up, and grasped hold of the headboard of the bed.
The men fucking Diane soon gasped violently and felt their cocks exploding. The violent jolts of hot jism seemed to revive Diane, who suddenly opened her eyes, gasped, and came over the spending pricks. They grinned in delight and continued fucking her until their cocks were completely limp.
Then they pulled out of her and let her fall on her back.
"Thanks, babe," said the man who had fucked her asshole.
"Yeah!" exclaimed the other. "You're the best fuckin' gash in this house!"
Without another word, they were gone.
Diane lay panting on the bed, her cunt on fire. Her asshole was completely numb, but she ignored this by closing her eyes and relaxing.
In less than a minute, she was fast asleep.
She didn't even hear the harsh groans and grunts emerging from her friend's throat. She heard nothing.
Karen was also getting drowsy, even though her twat was still being battered and bruised. The man hammered his raw cock in and out of her with piston like force, pulling it out slowly and immediately shoving it all the way inside.
He fucked her and fucked her, until his cock shot hot cum deeply inside her raw cunt. Without a word, he left her and went back to the party.
Karen did not move.
CHAPTER SIX
Diane and Karen woke up at eleven o'clock the next morning.
"I got a fuckin' headache," said Diane, sitting up slowly and wincing in pain. "And my ass feels like somebody rammed it with a fuckin' sledgehammer."
"Quit your fuckin' bitchin'," replied Karen, laughing. "You're the one who was bitchin' that you weren't gettin' enough cock. Now you're bitchin, 'cause you got too much!"
"Oh, fuck you," she replied groggily. "You didn't get it from both ends, like I did."
"I got just as much as you did," Karen shot back.
"But not at the same time, dammit!"
"Fuck you," she replied shortly.
Without another word, the girls got up and headed for the living room.
Everyone else was either asleep or gone. Four naked bodies lay on the couch, arms and legs entwined. A naked girl lay spread-eagled on the dining room table, her wrists and ankles tied to each corner, her mouth stuffed with pink panties.
"Who the hell is that?" asked Karen.
"I dunno," replied Diane. "Whoever she is, she's gonna feel it when she wakes up."
Paul was in the kitchen, fixing breakfast. He was wearing his pants. He looked at them and smiled. "Hungry, girls?" he asked.
"Famished," replied Karen.
"Too sick to eat," complained Diane.
"I don't blame you," laughed Paul. "You look like you were hit by John and Bill last night."
"I don't know who hit me," she groaned, sitting down. "Whoever it was, I feel like I've been run over by a fuckin' truck!"
"Yeah!" he laughed, nodding knowingly. "You got hit by John and Bill."
"By the way," said Karen, fiddling with the cigarettes and lighter on the kitchen table, "who the hell's lyin' on the dining room table out there? She looks like Diane feels!"
"That's Joanie," he replied, setting down the spatula. "Christ. Is she still tied up?"
Karen nodded, smoking her cigarette.
"I better go untie her," he said, heading for the dining room. "She'll tear out our fucking insides if she's mad enough!"
"Don't worry," Karen replied. "She's still asleep."
But Paul was already gone.
When he returned a few minutes later, she asked, "Why'd she get tied up like that?"
He laughed and went back to the eggs in the pan. "You have to know Joanie to understand why Bill and John do that to her. You see, she has this habit of coming here, staying for about an hour, and getting up to leave just when things start getting hot. Something about her husband coming home unexpectedly."
"What if he does?"
He chuckled and piled the eggs into a big dish. "She and her husband have been separated for almost a year."
Karen shrugged and put out her cigarette. "Well, why does she say things like that, then?"
Paul put the dish on the table and sat down. "She doesn't seem to care for Bill and John."
"I see." Karen poured some coffee and sipped it. A few minutes later, the tall brunette who had been strapped to the dining room table walked into the kitchen. Her hands over hr big boobs, she was rubbing them lightly and sighing deeply. "Just what I need," she said, yawning. "Same breakfast to give me the strength I'll need to get those two bastards!"
"Aw, shut up, Joanie," laughed Paul. "Shut up and eat something."
She sat down and poured herself some coffee. "My cunt feels like an old piece of rubber," she complained, rubbing her snatch. "By the way, has anyone seen those two bastards? I'm gonna cut off their fuckin' pricks and shove 'em down their fuckin' throats!"
"Why don't you like them?" asked Karen. "Would you like two hogs that tie you to a fuckin' table whenever you wanna leave a party?" she asked, scowling at Karen.
"I guess not."
"You're Goddam right, you wouldn't. Those bastards…" She drank some coffee and dished herself some eggs.
"How long were you tied up like that?" asked Diane, eating her bacon slowly.
"I dunno," she replied, shrugging. "All I know is that I wanted to leave at midnight. First thing I knew, there they were, pickin' me up, pinnin' me down, tyin' me to that fuckin' table. I remember those two hogs fuckin' me three times apiece, and every Goddam guy that had to pass me to get some booze from the kitchen, at least once. Why?"