Party Women Need Love Too (Part 4)

Note : This story is completely fictional!

"Hi honey, I brought you a birthday drink." Nellie, a tall girl with pear like breasts, and reddish blonde hair had walked into the darkened room with a tipsy swivel to her hips. Something about feeling a man's emissions inside her always caused her to walk more sensuously, with more of a pivoting step that better accentuated her ball bearing ass cheeks. 

She had a willowy, limber torso and an adorably open and instinctive corn fed face. She had the type of natural smile that turned her face into that of a youngster who had just seen an adorable kitten. What a contrast from Kathleen's earlier expectations! 

Kathleen noticed the naked Nellie's stiff nipples. It came as a revelation that she wasn't the only one that happened to when she was horny. But there was something else there. Her breasts, although not large and rounded like the obscenely voluptuous Laura's was nevertheless equally animalistic. Her mammaries protruded outwards conically, ending in particularly prominent and lasciviously engorged nipples.

After comforting Kathleen for a minute, Nellie had no trouble getting her to take the drink. Nellie's touch, although wet from her orgying, was particularly warm and sensual, and she sat familiarly on the bed with Kathleen's boyfriend's cum oozing from her cunt. 

"Why yuuuu're adooorable!" she said in a cooing voice. Where have you been all my life! Why down you come downstairsh an visit with us?" Her foxy face was now an inch away from Kathleen's, and the innocent but drunk irish girl saw the receptiveness in the party girl's inviting eyes. Her well constructed features, softened by the indirect lighting from the doorway overwhelmed Kathleen with it's smooth, natural beauty.

Laura's screaming voice, raspy with drunken lust echoed up the stairs, "YES! YES! (slap, slap, slap) HARDER, GODDAMMIT! fuck me harder! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! OH GOD, YES!" Kathleen could picture her, her billowing flesh churning with each collision into her cunt. She fancied she could still hear the slapping of wet, crotches. 

Nellie looked a little disturbed and said, "I hope she saves some cock for us."

Kathleen complained, "I never talk to Stosh like that when we make love. Why would anyone want to curse when they're making love?"

"Oh well, thass 'cause they're not makin regular love, honey. This ish party love. Ish different at parties. You haven't ever been to a good party before?"

"Not one like this!"

"Shhh, listen honey! Listen and learn."

"YES YOU BASTARD! YES YOU MUTHERFUCKER! THASS RIGHT! THASS RIGHT! I'M ALMOSH THERE, MUTHERFUCKER! I'M ALMOSH THERE! OOOOOWW GODDAMMIT, WE'RE DOIN IT! YES! WE'RE DOIN IT! YES! WE'RE DOIN IT! SONOVABISH! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"

"Isn't that exciting? Doesn't that make you want to join in?"

"FUCK THAT PIG! FUCK HER DIRTY!"

"Well, yes ... sort of, I guess."

"FUCK ME! YOU BASSHARD! YOU BASSHARD! YOU BASSHARD! OOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW GOD! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM, YOU MUTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM, YOU FUCKIN MUTHERFUCKER! YOU MUTHERFUCKER! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM!" 

Kathleen looked up at Nellie with dismay, and said, "I can't go down there with that going on!"

"GO ON, bitch! GO ON, SLUT! LET IT HAPPEN! FUCK 'EM! GET IT GOOD! GET IT GOOD! LET LOOSE, PIG! LET LOOSE!"

"Sounds inneresting," Kathleen slurred as her knees spread and a hand unconsciously snaked to clasp her own breast.

Nellie kissed her and purred, "You don't have to do anything you don't want. Wait'll it dies down. Juss come down and join us an we can sing you happy birthday. They'll be a break in the action soon and you can meet my brother an my boyfren, Sal."

"THASS DOOOOOIN IIIT, YOU BASSSHARS! THASH DOOOOIN IT MUTHERFUCKERSH! I'M CUMMIN YOU BASHARDSH! I'M CUMMIN! I'M CUMMIN! I'M CUMMIN! CUMMIN! CUMMIN! CUMMIN! EEEEEE! EEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEE! EEE! EEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOoooooooooowwwwwww!"

Nellie said in awe, "Boy! she really got off that time! I wonner who did that to her? Probably everybody."

Then, she looked at Kathleen again: the spread of her hips, the desperation in her look, her hands unconsciously moving to her fantastic breasts and said, "Oh Honeeee! You're not getting what you need!"

"I guess I'm not," Kathleen admitted.

"I'm gonna lift the edge of your dress a minute. I wanna see sompthin. Ooohh my God! Look at that!" Nellie said with awe as she saw the bulge between Kathleen's legs. Ladeee! You've got a beautiful cunt!"

"How do you know? I've god pantiesh on."

"Yes, but the panties can't hide the swelling, an the swelling tells the story. You are one hot lady! With a body like yours an a cunt like that, you need more than juss Stosh." 

"I do?"

"Yes you do! You can't sit up here on your birthday an miss out on the fucking while you're like this! Oh you've simply got to meet my brother and my boyfriend, and Jim is great with either end. They'll take care of us, Hon. They'll take care of everything." Then, looking at the empty glasses they were holding, she slurred tenderly, "Don move honey, I'll go down an get us another drink. I wanna check an see if she saved any cock for us."

"Supposh she didn't?" Kathleen slurred in panic at the thought.

"We'll get outside reinforcements. I'll be right back."

As she turned to leave with the two empty glasses. Kathleen, now drunk and hornier than she had ever been in her life, felt the darkness of the bedroom descend upon her. It was as though the nude, willowy girl with the slinky pelvis had brought the light of life into the room and now, having left, it was all the darker by her absence. 

Now drunker by the minute, Kathleen gazed with fascination at the doorway waiting eagerly for the lovely lady to return. Lifting her dress, she saw that, indeed, her panties were bulging over a dark mound, a regular pouch. "Nellie'sh right! I need her frensh. Losh a frensh."

Chapter 18. On Golden Puddle

As she repositioned herself on the bed, her hand landed on the wet region Nellie had left behind. In spite of the absorption of the bedspread a large enough coating of Nellie's seepage remained to soak not only Kathleen's palm and fingers, but ooze up between her knuckles and up over the edge of her hand. 

She lifted the soaked hand to her face and smelled the odor of Nellie's excesses. "Ooohhh, Nellie! Nellie! Come back quick! Come back soon! I need you!" she drunkenly gasped. Unbeknownst to Kathleen, a puddle was forming under her own cunt. "Oh God! I need you! I need you and your frensh!"