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.