DEBAUCHERYHOUSE 3: THE LADIES' NIGHTS OUT
It was now 2:30, and I served "breakfast" to
my two voluptuous adventurers. "So, tell me. What
do you two plan for tonight, " I inquired.
Last night had been particularly barbarous. While my two
drunk and fleshy housemates howled filth laden profanities,
at least twenty brutish, cursing, drunken studs had swarmed
over their oleaginous bulk and roaring their own filthy
expletives, spewed fuck load after fuck load deep into
their capacious innards to both inundate their vaginas
with the outpourings of their huge testicles and batter
their cervixes with dark, oversized prick heads.
The orgasmic screams still echoed in my ears as I lecherously
observed how wide their hips expanded out across their
chairs. They were still a bit tipsy even though they now
had eaten oatmeal, bacon, and eggs, and downed orange juice,
vitamins, and coffee.
Wanting to know so I could make my own plans, I persisted,
"Do you want to stay in tonight so you'll be fresh
for the rest of the weekend? That was a big gang bang for you
two sex-pots. I guess you must be sore from all you did last
night. You didn't seem to want to quit, and that group
you brought home was sure wild!"
"If you think those bums were nasty, you should've
seen the ones we did before we got home, but I'm not sore.
Are you sore, Lola?" Patti asked Lola who shook her
round, golden brown haired head.
I didn't need to be told that their in town partying
had been especially fruitful and flagrant; that was evident
by the condition they were in when, accompanied by a large
group of newly met men, they had spilled into the house around
Midnight.
(CONT)
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