DEBAUCHERY HOUSE 14: MISS VA-VA-VOOM CUMS TO PARTY
DEBAUCHERY HOUSE 14: MISS VA-VA-VOOM CUMS TO PARTY
I had heard Lola go into the shower when the phone rang. It
was Maria, and she sounded drunk. “Hi, Mr. Grumpikins.
I wonnered if you minded I came out to get the rest of my stuff
later. I got friens who’ll halp me get it back into the
city.”
“How many friends, Maria?”
“Three real hunks.”
“Sounds like you’re high.”
“Doncha know it. I juss came in from a party, but I slept
through part of it, so I brought some of the men home with
me so we can party and then sleep.”
“I thought you were coming out here.”
“I am after the sleeping. Do you remember the other
night when you called about my stuff, and I was headed out
to an orgy?”
“Yah, I suggested you try to get down and party hearty.”
“Well, I did, and I ran into this special drug. I combined
that with alcohol and had orgasms all over the place. I couldn’t
stop orgasming, even when I wasn’t fucking. I wanna
show you an Lola when I come out, but I need extra men; not
my old boyfriends. I need some of Lola’s men.
“Say, disha ever find my phone lish?”
“Yah, Lola found it in your dresser drawer.”
“Has she called any of them yet?”
“She was planning to today. I’m helping her put
together a bed warming party for a new tenant, Porkchops,
and Lola was going to invite all of your men and a couple of
the nastiest ones she parties with. She’s gonna go
all out. She says she’s gonna fuck and drink herself
into oblivion today.”
“What a coincidence, thas juss what I decided to do
tonight. I’m coming out to see you, OK?”
I suppose the situation of having a house overrun with nymphomaniacs
began when I accepted a glamorous girl as a tenant who needed
support in trying to stay off of alcohol and drugs. No mention
had been made of her staying off of men, and that soon became
a consideration.
Maria had a need for variety in lovers, and would “entertain”
a new one almost every week. I called them “beach boy
types, ” although there wasn’t a nearby seaside
or lakeside. Anyway, other than physiques, these hunks
didn’t have much else going for them. Metaphorically,
they had well furnished basements and lower floors but
their upper stories were uninhabited.
It was amazing though how a slender girl (with a big ass)
could, after a session of one or two days, reduce swaggering
studs to slavish hangers on. I’d come down in the kitchen
and find them snacking: self possessed Maria with a change
in her wide bottomed gait that I’ve designated as the
sperm squirm protruding through a loose and diaphanous
gown that emphasized her fecundity, and the shoeless,
bare chested air heads, wearing only briefs and looking
drained as they gazed at her through worshipful eyes. I’d
know that one had lost his potency if I heard Maria explaining
that he couldn’t stay another night because she had
important things to do. If I heard Maria say, “You
were wonderful, ” I’d realize that this was
just a break in the action and she hadn’t completely
drained his virility.
On the rare occasions that a man would not fall for her after
a heated, 2 day session, Maria would place whoever it was
on a pedestal. This gave us both a breather. I could deal
with the collection of obsessed rejects who were calling
all hours of the day and night or even hanging out in the bushes
while Maria could explore her inner self mentally and emotionally
with two or three therapists offering varieties of whatever
therapeutic crazes were in vogue, and physically with
her well worn masturbatory aids. Passing in the hall, I
would often hear the buzzing and gasps building up to her
fantasy driven climaxes.
Now, without the parade of lovers, I had Maria all to myself
and would provide a sympathetic ear to her wide swings of
self assurance. Why didn’t the last one at least call.
Had she turned ugly? Had she gained weight? Would she ever
be able to find a man she liked (of course she only liked the
ones who rejected her, so the answer was “no”)?
This type of conversation could get tiresome, but being
in the company of Miss Va Va Voom never failed to thrill me.
Maria was so glamorous that heads turned wherever she went,
and when we were out in public, heads would turn and I’d
witness cars skidding to avoid collisions with other distracted
drivers.
Eventually, Maria tried to explore her inner self with
the aid of fermented spirits and narcotics. Now, the men
she invited in were no longer the beach boys. They ranged
from the barroom bums to bikers, and I must admit that, during
breaks from the boisterous screwing, seeing Maria’s
barely clad body wriggle, writhe, and swivel as her rounded
ass toggled in her effort to either enjoy the feel, or entrap,
within her succulent loins, the latest roistering inseminations
aroused me beyond description.
Having heard drifting down from upstairs lubricous, wet,
suctioning sounds and climactic releases amidst Maria’s
lascivious screams, this ruckus held out the promise that,
unless in spite of her drunkenness she had sponged herself
between lovers, her flesh would be coated with spurious
ejaculate, and I fantasized having the thrill of cleaning
her spattered flesh with my tongue.
Yes, I’m a pervert. I know it. I entertained fantasies
of how her belly must glisten with fluids generated during
those deafening outbursts that, punctuated by pounding
sounds that shook the frame of the house, must have coated
her smooth belly and inner highs with cum.
She had lived under my roof for 9 months, and I never acted
on those fantasies. Now, already fucked and fucked up,
she was coming back here to party. It would take at least
8 hours for her to arrive, but she probably wouldnt leave
too soon. The anticipation made my mouth water.
I caught Lola toweling the curvaceousness of her melon-like
breasts and abundant buttocks and informed her of Marias
intentions. Call some of your extra, well hung boyfriends
to come over tonight. Marias fucked up and coming out here
to party with you, Patti, and Porkchops.
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