Weekends In Sexton-Part 4
This installment somehow got ommited from the series.
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From Friday nights through Saturdays into Sunday nights,
men from outside of Sexton swarm through the streets lined
by brightly lit houses and disperse into the abodes from
which the most noises generated by abandoned partying
emanate.
As drunkenness rules the night, the men, even though outnumbering
the females two or three to one, soon became the targets
rather than the aggressors.
Inside those houses it is the wives who more than meet arriving
strangers half way. Perhaps, in the early part of the night,
newly arrived men pull naked housewives over to them, soon
to impale them from atop or behind on couches, beds or floors;
as sperm innundates momma's loins and alcohol inflames
her urges, these beauties soon turn maniacal.
Later, it is the women to be seen atop the men, the larger
breasted ones with mammaries swinging up to their chins
to reverse direction on the down stroke to collide with
their chests synchronous with the fuck.
It is the women who now stagger naked to open their front
doors to shout for passing men to come in.
It is the women who swap men's phone numbers to increase
the wholesale miscellaneousness of variety.
It is the women who teach their full grown children to slide
sheer stockings up their plush legs, fasten their corsets,
and attach garter straps while they masturbate and drink
cocktails.
The drunken housewives of Sexton, became more and more
insatiable as weekends advance.
As Midnight passes there evolves a mad dash for stranger
to fuck stranger that sees naked women running or staggering
down the street to barge into other womens' houses
where rumor has it that more cock is to be had.
"There'sh a whoooole bunsh of Blacksh down the
shtreet by the corner. I jush fucked 'em! Whash ya got
here?"
The hostess might not answer but rise from a stiff prick
and, abandoning her hostess duties, stagger down the street,
totally naked looking for the house with all the Blacks
while the beauty who brought the news is already mounted
on the cock that was just vacated.
Sexton is like a beehive with female bodies' bobbing
breasts and pumping rears alternating from man to man inside
houses, outside houses on lawns and from house to house.
Vans filled with horny men from out of town enter the Sexton
portion of Shadyville scanning the energetic houses when
a naked woman, staggering along the sidewalk so that her
breasts sway obscenely, trying to flag them down. Screaching
to a halt, she breathlessly catches up and peers inside
through the open driver's window slurring, "Whadah
we got in here? Hunksh? How many? One, two, three four, an
FIIIIVE!" Having seen enough, pointing to a brightly
lit house where activity abounds, she slurrs, "Lesh
go!"
"That your house, bitch?"
"No, my housh ish bag aways. Thash Heather'sh
house. She'll wansh shew too, an I KNOW there'sh
guysh in there I want. Heather'sh alwaysh hash guysh.
That ish, after I have all of yeuw! See, look ad that!"
She points in Heather's open door. "They're
fucking on the floor! Lesh join them!"
Should the same van have driven past that particular horny
beauty at 4:30 AM, less than half a block later, another
naked female form would have appeared in the headlights
reflecting light from her wettest areas: inner thighs,
pudendum, belly dome, and swinging breasts.
Some houses host huge cookouts that, right from the outset,
draw more revelers: outsiders and housewives from nearby
homes, or even from homes outside of Sexton.
The gathering in the back widens through the house (of course
the bedrooms are in use right from the beginning), to the
front, then out onto the front lawn as more and more highly
libidinous partiers converge to merge with other highly
libidinous revelers.
Some of the bigger gatherings overgrow to contain several
hundred naked drunks scampering around to mount other
naked drunks even spilling out in the streets to block traffic
with fornicating forms.
Raucous feminine laughter and squeals that start in the
evening and, as alcohol is consumed in quantity, evolve
through the evening and night into shouted curses and screamed
supplications, then later into unintelligible tumult
and bestial howls tinged with drunken insanity.
As night deepens further, keening wails of pleasure or
need compete with masculine curses and orgasmic roars.
As dawn approaches, women stagger back to their houses,
others sleep where they had last gotten fucked, in some
other house or lawn or even out on the sidewalk, and some
and sleep in vans that had come from outside Sexton to find
women.
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