Chapter 14

The party descended fast. Conversations turned to touches, touches to moans.

Explicit chaos unfolded around them, all downstairs, all off camera. For now.

Sheila Sampson, a local news anchor in her mid-30s with a polished blonde bob, perfect makeup, and a sculpted athletic body, found Dr. Richard Baskin in a quiet corner. He was a high school principal in his 50s, black, with a commanding presence and a huge cock dangling beneath sculpted abs.

“Punish me, Principal,” she whispered, handing him a belt.

He spanked her hard over his lap. Ass red, tears in her eyes. “You filthy little slut. You go on tv and pretend like you are a soccer mom, but really you like being a bad girl don’t you.”

Dr. Richard positioned her on her knees on the couch. He pressed her head down into Debbie’s soaking wet pussy, “Eat that pussy, you whore. Make her cum while I destroy your pretty little ass,” he roared.

He grabbed his massive, rock hard cock and lined it up with her tight, pink asshole. He slowly entered her ass. He sunk in, inch by inch, while Shelia’s tongue continued to caress Debbie’s cunt. He gradually picked up the pace. His huge cock, fucking her deep, relentlessly stretching her while she moaned into Debbie.

By the time he finished deep in her ass, multiple red handprints were visible on both of her ass cheeks. He pulled out slowly, leaving her asshole gaping. She didn’t even hesitate, as she climbed up and rode Debbie’s face. Debbie eating the load slow and thorough.

Two unknown guests grabbed Debbie’s legs. Strong hands spreading her super wide, holding her open while a third ravished her pussy. She had no idea who it was, nor did she care. She was blindfolded by pleasure, coming hard and loud.

Alina and Sumayyah found Beth near the bar. They were stunning Muslim lesbians, both in their mid-20s with long dark hair and olive skin, curvaceous in elegant but very revealing dresses.

They confessed, voices shy.

“We’ve never been with a man.”

Beth’s eyes lit up, “Really? Well we need to fix that. I mean, I love the touch of a woman, the taste of a nice wet pussy, but there is nothing like a big cock and someone who knows how to use it. Nothing.”

Alina bit her lip, glancing at Sumayyah. “We ... we want to try.”

Sumayyah nodded, eyes dark. “With Jim. We watched him fuck Jenna at the last party. And we want you to watch.”

Beth grinned. “Absolutely. Hey Jim, come here.” Jim approached, his semi-hard, thick cock bouncing with each step. “These beautiful young women need a proper introduction to what a cock feels like. They’ve only ever been with women before. Neither one of them has ever been fucked by a man and they both want you to be their first.”

“Absofuckinglutely,” He replied with a confident smile.

He took Alina first, slow and deliberate in missionary. Eye contact deep, hands gentle on her hips as he slid in inch by inch, letting her adjust, whispering “relax, sweetheart, feel every bit” until she was gasping, coming hard around him, body shaking.

Then doggy with Sumayyah. Alina slid underneath on her back, Sumayyah eating her out hungrily while Jim thrust deep from behind, hands gripping Sumayyah’s ass, pace building until she cried out into Alina’s pussy.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your pussy. I’m going to cum, where do you want it?”

“All over their faces,” Beth said without hesitation.

Jim pulled out at the last second, massive load erupting across both their faces and open mouths. Thick ropes painting their olive skin, dripping down their chins onto their tits.

Beth moved in immediately, tongue slow on cheeks, licking up every drop, sharing the cum in deep, sloppy kisses while they moaned into her mouth, hands clutching her hair, bodies still trembling.

“Oh my gosh, that was amazing. Thank you!” Alina said, as she gave Jim a big hug.

Holly was making her way back towards the kitchen when she felt someone reach out and grab her shoulder. “Hey stranger. Are you even old enough to be here?” she heard. When she turned around, she was stunned to see her elementary school librarian, Patty LeBeau grinning from ear to ear.

“Mrs. LeBeau?!?!?!? What in the hell are you doing here?” Holly said as she gave Patty a big hug.

Patty was in her mid-60s and had just recently retired from the local elementary school where she had been the librarian for over 30 years.

As she leaned into Holly’s hug, her massive heavy tits strained her silk robe. She had soft curves, wore her silver hair in a bun, and had a sweet smile that hid a filthy mind. “I’m here for the same reason as you are sweetie, I love to fuck.”

“I don’t know why I’m so shocked to see you here, but I am! How long have you been coming to Jenna’s parties? And you’re right, I do love to fuck!” Holly exclaimed.

“My husband Tim and I started coming to these pretty regularly for the last couple of years. When he passed away earlier this year, I figured there was no reason to stop. I’ve got needs too, right!”

“Oh yeah, that is for sure!”

“Ladies, if you have needs, I’m at your service. You’re Holly, right? It’s nice to meet you,” said a mysterious looking man. He was tall and thin with shoulder length gray hair and a sly smile. He wore a tattered Pink Floyd concert T-shirt, a pair of worn flip-flops and nothing else. “I’m Uncle Frank.”