The party was indeed just getting started, although we never got another dog pile of the scope of that first one! After we ate--and the guys had gone all out, not just beer and snacks, but pizza and a veggie tray as well, bless 'em--we picked up where we'd left off, but at a much more sedate pace.
But still, a lot of imagination was put into each and every fuck, suck and whack-job. I had each of the guys more times than I can remember, in ones and twos and... well, there might have been one time of three-on-me, but that was verrry late and my memory's a little hazy.
What I do vividly remember is being fucked at least once in every room in that house. With four studs to choose from, at least one of them was always ready to go; and my libido was on such a runaway that I was permanently ready to go.
Where? In each of the three bedrooms, of course (although not necessarily on the bed in each bedroom). In the media room, on the couch and on the floor. In the kitchen, on the counter and under the table (yes, under). Ditto in the dining room (where I decided that carpeting is definitely sexier than linoleum--or, at least, not as slippery when you sweat on it).
In the bathroom--mmmm, that was fun, both riding cowgirl on Tommy while he sat on the pot, and a delicious me sandwich with Ted and Jim, standing up in the bathtub. Without the water running I might add--I'd decided early on that I wanted as much cum on me by the time we were done as was humanly possible, and taking a shower wouldn't have helped that cause, now, would it? Especially because by that time I had over a dozen loads of cum splattered on all possible parts of my body--and gently massaged in, the better to preserve it, by whichever stud was available at the time. My hair was almost starting to look like it had gray highlights!
Now, where was I? Oh, yes. In the living room. On the couch. Which had been turned to face the huge floor-to-ceiling picture window.
And of course, the drapes wide open. And the lights all on.
I have no idea if anyone passed by to see that; it was somewhere around midnight at that point, not all that late, but who knows? And, really, who cares? The fact is, I found it a huge turn-on to be on display like that, whether or not an audience happened by!
When did I turn into such an exhibitionist, anyway? Was it that evening at the strip club, in front of a room full of patrons? Or when I got abso-fuckin'-stark naked in a certain porno theater? Or...was it there all along, and I just didn't know it?
Again, don't know, don't care. And the reality is, I was finding that exhibiting myself, especially when there was a real (if slight) risk of being caught, was one of the highest highs I'd ever experienced!
Which, I guess, explains why I did take Henry up on his challenge, at about three a.m. Henry and I--with the other three guys along as a cheering section--held the First Annual Buck Naked Race down the street in front of Ted's house.
I suppose in a way it wasn't fair; I still wore my trusty tennies, for fleet action and foot comfort, while Henry tried to run in the pair of flip-flops he had with him. Not fair at all. But I was a magnanimous winner--all I made him do to pay for his loss was fuck me.
On the hood of a car. Parked on the street. Under a street lamp.
Oooh...just remembering that one makes me tingle all over. I suppose we weren't technically completely exposed, since the other three guys gathered around the car to watch ...but, since they were stark naked as well, uh, it could have been a bit dicey of Johnny Law had come calling.
Or maybe, in hind sight, it might have just provided me another cock... Nah, my luck it would have been a female cop, suffering her period. Whatever. We had our fun, and nobody saw. Darn it.
At least, if anyone saw, they didn't complain.
By about 5:30, though, even I was beginning to fade. The guys were finding it harder to get it up, and finally, Jim suggested a quick breakfast, and then off to bed.
Ted scrambled up a dozen eggs while Jim cooked some bacon, then we all gathered around the dining room table and munched for a few minutes, washing everything down with OJ. No coffee, though, not that it would have really kept any of us awake, as worn out as we were.
Ever slept five in a bed, even a king-sized one? No? Well, you probably haven't missed much...unless you're a stark-naked, sexy woman, reeking of cum, bedding down with five equally naked guys. Guys who, while tired and fucked out for the moment, were none-the-less as randy as bulls in heat.
We all slept...for a while. I woke up several times to the joy of someone diddling my pussy, or massaging a breast. A couple of times, someone was quietly but happily adding more cum to my body's collection.
No one asked me to participate, to do anything for (or to) them. They just did what they could to please me... which I found to be amazingly thoughtful and touching.
Or maybe they just figured I'd be more ready to go during the day if I got some sleep that night. Er, morning.
I finally came conscious a bit past noon. I must have had, oh, maybe five hours of sleep by then, a bit less than I was used to--but neither was I used to waking up, nested in the arms of four naked guys!
As My eyes fluttered open, I felt a gentle stream of breath on my cheek. I looked in that direction, and found Henry's eyes wide open and watching me.
"About time you came to, sleepy head," he told me.
"Huh," I replied brightly, smacking my lips together to lessen the morning taste of sleep. "It's not like I've been asleep all that long...what time is it, anyway?"
"Pushin' 12:40 in the afta'noon, Suga'tits," came Jim's voice from the other side of me. "Good time for lunchin' or fuckin', one'a the two."
I chuckled at that as I looked down at myself and noticed the new puddles of cum decorating my tits and tummy. I reached down and idly began massaging them into my skin as I considered.
"I think I'll pick lunch," I said at last, receiving a groan of protest from each of the men, who were apparently all awake and waiting for me. "Well, c'mon, guys," I said defensively, "repeated fucking takes a lot out of a girl--"
"It puts a lot into her, too," Tommy quipped.
"Well, yes, it does, but the only thing that goes into my stomach isn't as filling as you might thing," I said. "And look at it this way, boys..." I trailed off.
"Yes?" Ted finally asked.
I smiled wickedly. "The better you take care of me, the more strength I'll have to make this party last."
"Awww-right!" Jim drawled. "That's what I'm aimin' to do!"
I began the process of extricating myself from the pile. "First things first, though," I told them. "I gotta go pee. Now. Anybody going to wrestle me for the bathroom?"
All four registered acceptance in their own way. As I headed out in the direction of the potty, Ted called after me,
"What you want for lunch, Kathi?"
I stopped and turned to him. "Well," I said after a moment, "Something warm and filling...maybe a thick soup, or a stew." Then I thought about it some more, and amended, "No, make it something like Tomato Soup. Something I don't have to chew. That way," I purred, "I can wash it all down with a few helpings of 'tube steak'."
I could see four cocks twitching as they caught the implication of my words, and I could hear them begin to scramble toward the kitchen as I completed my journey to the bathroom.
After briefly communing with the toilet, I paused to look at myself in the mirror before heading out. I was a mess, cum all over me, including more in my hair than I had realized, and streaks glistening in spots that hadn't quite dried. When I took a sniff, I realized that I smelled like --well, I actually wasn't quite sure what. But, suddenly, the aroma made my pussy start to drool again.
"I tell you, Kathi girl," I said to my reflection, "you are in fuckin' heaven." And I laughed at my own joke.
The guys had the soup well under way as I arrived at the table, and were surprisingly subdued as they finished preparing the meal and all sat down with me to eat. The soup may have been out of a can, but it was delicious--Ted made it with milk, the way it should be done, rather that just water--and there was plenty for everyone. Proving my point, each of us had at least two good sized bowls. I actually had half of a third bowl, splitting the end of the pot with Jim.
When we were all done, sitting around sipping on the apple juice Ted had found, I looked at each of the guys in turn.
