Chapter Eight
At nine o'clock the next evening, the party was in full progress.
Deafening blasts of over-amplified exotic music echoed through the
lavish rooms of the palatial Blackwell mansion, underscored by a
constant babble of conversation and revelry. The women wore chic, low-
cut evening gowns, the men semi-formal dress, and yet the mood of the
raucous party was anything but decorous. Everyone in sight was
swayingly drunk and couples were openly embracing and boldly caressing
one another's bodies, heedlessly, not caring who saw them, nor even
much about whom they were with as long as the other person was even a
little attractive.
Suddenly, the music was shut off and George strode through the noisy
crowd in the main living room with a bright yellow megaphone in one
hand. The huge man stepped up on a great round coffee table and raised
the gaudy-colored device to his mouth.
"May I have your attention, please! Dolores and I have arranged some
exciting entertainment for you.... If you're interested, go to the main
downstairs dining room-you all know where it is-in exactly twenty
minutes.... Everything will be ready for you, chairs and all.... And
tell the others who aren't here in this room about it.... That's all
for now.... Have a ball!"
At least forty of the Blackwells' "special" friends from San Francisco
were seated in almost total darkness on comfortable chairs and sofas
that had been hastily set up in the large dining room after dinner. It
was exactly nine-twenty and the darkened room was quiet except for
occasional grunts and wet mumbling sounds that came from behind what
appeared to be a makeshift curtain draped over a portion of the south
end of the dining area.
"AAAAAeeeeee, aaaaagggggghhhhh!" come a scream of murderous pain as the
curtain was drawn open and an intensely bright spotlight flashed on a
group of figures entangled on a huge thick mattress covered in shiny
black. Gasps and murmurs of approval rippled through the audience as
they leaned forward to focus their eyes on the lewd spectacle before
them. They saw Nadalee arched over a low leather-roll stool, tied hand
and foot, her rounded white buttocks presented up in sacrifice to the
bald moron, Braun, who knelt behind her. He was grinning sadistically
down at his inhumanly long thick cock sunk halfway into the beautiful
young redhead's virginal wide-stretched asshole. In front of her, her
lithe brown-haired husband knelt on his knees, both of his hands
grasping her head as he fucked his hard throbbing cock in and out of
his beautiful eighteen year-old wife's warm wet mouth.
"Uuuuuhhhhh," Braun grunted as he rammed forward hard until his loins
collided with a loud smack against the soft white upraised cheeks of
the kneeling girl's smooth creamy buttocks. He began to saw viciously
in and out of the tortured back-passage, groaning over and over as the
tight elastic flesh of her rectum clamped hungrily on the entire length
of the massive hardness.
"Mmmuuummmmpphhh," Nadalee mumbled around the fleshy male prick filling
and emptying her face, loving it as it fucked deep into her throat, the
balls swinging below it slapping hard on the soft tender skin of her
throat. Braun began to increase his tempo, fucking faster and faster
into her tender behind, deeper and deeper until his incredible cock
seemed to be driving all the way up to her throat where Newton's
rigidity was sliding in and out like a hot piston.
"God, she's loving it," George heard a pretty, black-haired woman
murmur in front of him, smiling as he realized that there was a slight
quality of envy in her tone. Shit, he swore under his breath, the
Parker couple had turned out to be a damned fine investment and he
intended to see that they got a nice reward for their cooperation ...
even though Newton seemed to have changed so much overnight that maybe
he was no longer interested in the farm. And Nadalee, Christ, the
little bitch had turned into a full-fledged woman in three short days.
"Gaaaaawwwddddddaaaaammmmnnn, I'm cuuuummmmming!" Newton suddenly
groaned as he slammed forward with all his strength and filled his
wife's bruised throat deeper than ever with the jerking head of his
cum-spewing cock.
"Yeeeeeaaaaahhh, meeee toooooo!" Braun grunted as he drove the huge
thick length of his penis impossibly deep into the girl's white belly.
The lust-crazed trio thrashed wildly for several more moments and then
disengaged, the two men falling back on the mattress, panting, their
naked bodies gleaming with sweat.
Later, the party resumed on an even less formal scale than before, the
guests going off in pairs or groups to fuck and suck each to delicious
orgasm. Nadalee and Newton were surprised to find themselves the most
popular people at the party, their status as servants having been
disregarded by everyone present ... including George and Dolores
Blackwell.
Chapter Nine
Three months later, summer was fading into autumn. Nadalee was alone in
the upstairs master bedroom, dressed in a gauzy white nightgown as she
perched on a cushion by one of the immense windows framing the
surrounding forest and the glassy blue lake in the background. She was
reading a letter that had been postmarked almost two weeks ago
somewhere in Morocco. Darlings,
Now that George and I have been scooting around the world for nearly
three months, it's hard to remember the last exciting thing that's
happened. Anyway, we miss you both and look forward to seeing you again
in a few months.
If Newton, the dear, is still interested in buying a farm, perhaps
you'll be interested even more in the fact that George just bought two
hundred acres in Norway.
We hope you're enjoying the house at Quail Lake.
You'll be receiving a check for expenses soon, since we've decided to
stay abroad a few months longer than planned. Love, Dolores
"Somebody's comin' up the road, Mrs. Parker," Braun announced from the
doorway in his deep droning voice, his close-set eyes roving over the
luscious curves and swells of her young tempting body. She smiled at
the dumb brute as she patted Buck's head, laughing as the big dog
wagged his tail happily and tried to lick her face with his long red
tongue.
Several minutes later, Newton appeared at the doorway with a sly grin
on his face, his arms loaded with packages he had picked up from the
market during his trip that morning to the town fifteen miles south of
the lake.
"I thought we'd have John cook up something extra fancy for us this
evening," Newton beamed as he nodded his handsome head toward the
parcels. "But hey, come on downstairs, honey, and meet the young couple
I saw hitchhiking about ten miles down the road. They looked like our
kind of people so I picked them up.... I guess they'll spend the night
with us and leave tomorrow."
"That's what you've said the last two times, you horny bastard,"
Nadalee said in mock reproval. "I'm still sore from the last time you
brought home hitchhikers."
"Hell, baby, don't try to kid me. I was the one who drove poor Buck to
the vet two days ago, remember? I was the one who had to explain why
his cock was hurting him-and it wasn't easy!"
"Oh, shut up, you beautiful man," Nadalee giggled. "And don't just
stand there.... We've got guests downstairs."
The End