Debauchery House-18 Beauty Besmirched
Note: these Debauchery House installments continue from
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the number 15 of the previous episode: A Warm Front Moves
In, shjould have been 17; that's why this one is numbered
18.
Fortunately, only Lola was sitting at the table as Melaine
descended the stairs with a swivel that gave me a partial
erection. Lola had enough presence of mind to pull the front
flaps of the robe over her melons.
"Well, " I inquired. "Find a room you
like?"
"I think, maybe I'll take the one on the third
floor if you don't mind." Just as she finished,
Gina, Patti and Porkchops returned, Porkchops outfitted
in baggy pants and an oversize denim vest. Patti and Gina
had each taken one of the robes I kept downstairs for crashed
partiers.
"GOOD!" I vociferated. I'll carry your
case upstairs. Now, what we've been talking about
is throwing a little well cumming party for you, say at five.
That would be in about three hours. Give you a chance to take
a little nap."
Melaine flushed and looked embarrassed. "That's
awfully nice of you, but I don't think I'd better.
You see, I'm going to meet my new husband here in a couple
of weeks when he gets back from overseas, and we're
gonna house hunt. I'm, aaahh, not really a partier
.... anymore, " she added.
"Turnin over a new leaf, are ya?" Porkchops
sneered and leered.
"Well, I guess you might say that."
"It's not gonna be that kind of party, right girls?"
I jumped in with.
"No, we'll tell the guys to look but not touch."
Patti smirked.
"We're not gonna have guys, " I lied. "Just
you girls and me. OK?" I managed a wink so they wouldn't
object too vociferously. I knew that "guys"
would just happen to drop in.
When they didn't say anything, Melaine added, "I'm
afraid I'm already starting to be a party poop. I don't
even drink any ..."
"More." Porkchops, who didnt miss a trick,
finished for her. "That'll leave more for me."
My suspicions that Melaine was not only a tramp trying to
go straight but was also a reformed drunk were turning out
to be true. "Here, let me take your suitcase up. We'll
put the party idea on hold for a while." Again I winked
so the girls wouldn't derail setting up the blast.
I was determined that tonight would see this beauty debauched,
naked and very, very inseminated, from many sources.
Like the gentleman I am, I insisted she precede me up the
stairs. It seemed the swivel of her protruding ass cheeks
had accentuated as one might expect from the idea of a party
weakening her resolve. I could see that the first thing
she would do when she got behind closed doors was masturbate.
When I said, "take a nap, " that's what
I had meant, of course.
Melaine broke into my reverie with, "Are they gay?"
"OOHH NO!" I burst out. But then, I didn't
know how to explain further. I had almost said, "All
they do is screw." That would've been in very
poor taste. So I asked, "Why did you think they might
be gay. Because they were naked?"
"Doesn't it turn you on seeing them like that?"
"Well, a little bit, but I take a fatherly approach
to things. By the way, I don't drink either."
"You DON'T?" she looked relieved.
"Not a drop. And I'm gonna be at the party looking
after you." I was looking after her just then, watching
her jutting and very spherical buns bounce. "I can
be moral support (ha, ha, ha)."
"Well, I suppose I ought to try an be sociable. As long
as someone is at the party who doesn't drink, I guess
I can handle it."
"You can count on me, Melaine."
"You know, to answer your other question. I saw in
one of the rooms, and there were toys."
"Ooohh, you must've seen Patti's strap
on penis. Patti gets a little tight sometimes, but using
that toy doesn't mean she's gay. Patti does drink,
you know. And wen she's real drunk, she puts it on for
laughs. She prances around with it and gets a lot of laughs
(and a few holes to put it in)."
"Then, she doesn't use it on Porkchops?"
Melaines lips were moistened and she breathed deeply.
"While we're on this subject." I avoided
an answer, "Do you need a woman's most treasured
travel companion?"
She flushed, "You mean a vibrator, don't you?"
I couldn't tell if she was offended, but this showed
she was no innocent. As we entered her room, I tried to smooth
it over anyway. "If I've learned anything in
my many, many years, it's that women are somewhat different
from men but not totally without libido. So I hope you're
not offended. I'd say the same thing to my own daughter."
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Everyone was seated when I passed out snacks and asked for
preferences on libations.
"Nothing for me, thanks." Melaine looked quizzically
at me as if to say, "Didn't we discuss my not drinking?"
I whispered in her feminine little ear, "I have a fruit
cocktail for you." It was a fruit cocktail fruit salad
swimming in a potent Manhattan.
"Oh, " she said, her alarm subsiding. But then,
she looked at the caliber of the men sitting around leering
at her, and her anxiety returned. "I thought there
wasn't supposed to be any guys?" she whispered.
"I didn't know either. Maybe they just dropped
in, " I lied. Gentlemen, introduce yourselves
to Melaine our guest of honor. Melaine's going to be
staying here until her husband arrives in a couple of weeks.
All but one of the studs had tight, low riding chinos on,
that assuming they had not padded their crotches (which
they hadn't) left nothing about their male prowess
to the imagination.
One man sitting next to Melaine had more refined features
and was named Michael. His crotch was not so well delineated
by his pants while the one on the other side looked like he
had a thermos shoved under his britches. For Michael, his
crotch room was actually a saving grace since his genitalia
were so extremely large that, bunched up, he would have
been most uncomfortable. His prick lay in the pants leg
of his slacks half way to his knee. As Melaine ate the brandy
spiked, fruit cocktail, I asked her if she wanted another
and she nodded.
The seven men were extremely low class and very virile.
They all kept looking over at Melaine while the other babes
were trying to draw their attentions back to their own half
exposed bodily cleavages and curvatures. A toast was proposed
for Melaine and I handed her a glass of actual Champagne
while I sipped ginger ale.
She consumed half of it and was going to say something to
me when her hand landed on the top Michael's thigh.
It happened to be the pants leg his cock was trapped inside.
Why I say trapped is, his prick had become inflexible and
had risen to the maximum when Melaine's dainty hand
contacted it. "OOOHHHHH!" she gasped in the
most feminine voice I had ever heard.
Then she looked down and saw how Michael's prick distended
his trousers. Then, she looked up at Michael who's
face was pained. "My cock needs air!" he gasped.
"Don't look, dear, " I advised (heh, heh,
heh). Dont forget youre married.
Brute (yes, his street name was, Brute), in the meantime
had dropped his jeans and pointed a very thick, black and
hairy cock at Melaine who had tried to look away from Michael's
but was now staring at a cock that looked like it belonged
on a donkey.
"Why shouldn't she look. I'll bet she's
seen these before, " Brute growled.
Do you like Brutes cock? I asked Melaine.
"I need a drink!" she gasped at me while Michael
began sliding his pants down.
"Here! Look at this!" Michael leered as he pulled
a slab of meat out that was bigger than Brute's cock.
I reached for the ginger ale, and Melaine said, "NO!
I need a REAL drink!" she looked up from Michael's
cock smiling.
"But you "
"Well, it IS a party, isn't it?"
"What's your pleasure, Melaine?" I asked
gloatingly.
"Vodka Martini! A strong one! An a BIIIG one!"
She was going to get "a BIIIG one" all right!
Fortunately, I had several gin and vodka Martinis already
mixed in the refrigerator and returned with two for Melaine.
When I returned, the floor was littered with outer wear
while the girls and six other men converged.
"Oooohhh Michael!" she gasped holding his
enormous cock in one hand and reaching for the Martini with
the other.
She downed the Martini in a couple of gulps and then attached
her mouth to Michaels with the most serious of tipsy concentration.
I looked to the girls to start undressing her, but they were
removing either the last of their undergarments of some
man's jeans or shoes. Bruce, or Brute, as every one
called him, and began to undo Melaine's dress top as,
still holding Michael's cock, she downed the second
vodka martini
I have never seen such beauty in this house. Huge breasted
Lola never looked more voluptuously beautiful as she crawled
up on her lover's upward pointing cock. Porkchops
was riding her lover also. Patti was on bracketed between
two. Melaine's breasts were out, and Michael was holding
one as they lovingly kssed one another "Ooohh Miieecheel,
she slurred. "Oooh Miiieechel, I'm married."
"That's OK, sweetheart. So am I, " Michael
comforted as his enormous prick pressed against her smooth,
plush tummy and Brute approached her rear with a stiff cock.
I shouldn't love yeeuw so mush!" Her dress was
pulled up over the perfectly shaped and smoothly rounded
spheres of her ass cheeks. She was melting into the kiss
and didn't notice when Brute pulled her panties down
to expose her swollen cunt pouch. She also didn't notice
Patti's getting fucked in the rear while sucking another.
Just then, a pair of hairy hands grasped Melaines breasts
from behind and a huge cock spread her labia and entered
her fuck canal. "OOHH NOOOO!" she screamed
as he entered and his balls nested under her perfect ass
globes. She had encircled Michael's neck so her delicate
cheek brushed his. "NOOOO! PLEEEASHE! I DON WANNA
FUCK YEEUW! I WANNA FUCK MICHAEL!"
"THAT'S OK, HONEY!" I shouted. "MICHAEL'LL
STILL FUCK YOU! WON'T YOU MICHAEL!"
"UUUHHH! UUUHHHH! UUUHHHH! OOHH MICHAEL! YOU'LL
FUCK ME AFFERWARDSH! YOU'LL FUCK ME, TOO WONSHHA?"
"Yaaa, baby. FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM LIKE A PIG, an then
I'll fuck the living shit out of you."
"YA LIKE ID, SLUT?" Brute shouted.
"RRRAAHH! RRRAAAHHH! RRRAAAHH! TAKE IT, WHORE!
TAKE IT YOU SLUT!" Brute roared as he approached climax."
"Honey, " I soothed, "Enjoy it! Michael
wants you to enjoy it, doncha Michael?"
Yaa, go ahead, fuck him! Enjoy it, slut! Michael said
as he embraced the pulsating beauty while Brute pummeled
her.
But youll still fuck me, wonsha, Michael?
Goddamn right, Ill fuck you. Hes juss gettin you ready
for me.
Now the violence of Brute's thrusts began to cause
her to whole body to whiplash against Michael as his cock
dented her stomach. Her body began to naturally respond
so that her ass thrust towards him to collide with his in
stroke.
"TELL BRUTE YOU LIKE IT! TELL 'EM TO FUCK YOU HARDER!"
I shouted. "TELL 'EM TO FUCK YOU DIRTY!"
"I LIKE IT! I LIKE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME DIRTY!"
"YAH, PIG! ENJOY IT! TELL 'EM TA FUCK YA HARDER!"
"YAAH! YAAAH! FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!"
(More to cum)
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