Chapter IV
Bodies
It was raining quite heavily, Lisa and Alina's husbands smelled of sweat, mud and fish, but they refused the women's offer to take a shower, apparently convinced that such a smell could be considered "masculine" and clearly gave them a certain adventurous charm. In fact, neither Alina nor Lisa could appreciate the beauty of the swampy scent. Irene went upstairs to her younger sister, who, Irene said with a smile, felt a little strange. Lisa, Nastya and Alina looked at each other understandingly, although none of them could even imagine how a woman's body must feel after such an orgasm. Alina had never experienced anything like it, neither had Lisa. Nastya... well, she had much more experience than her married friends, and maybe such extravagances could happen in her sex life.
Fortunately for the ladies, the men were in such a state that they didn't even notice the tracks of the SUV leading to the garage, and therefore they didn't suspect the presence of Africans, and the girls, of course, didn't want to start a conversation about the guests in the neighboring house. The beauties wanted to dance, but the half-drunk guys were pecking at their noses, and Victor somehow managed to persuade Lisa to go with him. After a second, the girl told her friends that she wanted to take advantage of her husband's fortune and get the satisfaction she had not had time to get from the Africans. Lisa secretly said that when Victor was drunk, he became sexually rough, and that's what she needed now. Nastya hinted to Alina that she would not mind dancing with her, but the blonde thought about her married friend's words. She too felt the desire in her lower abdomen and thought that even though her husband's smell was not the most pleasant and his condition was disgusting, she too would be able to get a good fuck today. With a wink to Nastya, both friends and their husbands locked themselves in the upstairs rooms. Nastya was left alone with a bottle of alcohol brought by the Africans.
Alina's wishes were not to be fulfilled. Kirill passed out a few minutes after his head hit the pillow, ignoring his wife's attempts to wake him up. As a result, Alina was left with nothing to do but listen to Lisa moaning behind the wall, who had clearly succeeded in getting what she wanted from Viktor.
"Bitch," Alina whispered without anger.
But even her friend's moans didn't last long. After a few minutes there was silence. Alina even thought about trying to sleep, but her eyes would not close. Masturbation hadn't brought her much pleasure for a long time, so she just turned on her smartphone with the purpose of hopping around the sites until her eyes began to close. However, she was surprised to find that Lisa was online in the chat room created especially for the three of them, Alina, Lisa and Nastya.
After exchanging a few messages, Lisa poured her heart out to her friend, telling her that Victor had started well, but hadn't even finished. In fact, neither did Lisa. Now, for the umpteenth time that day, she found herself insanely horny, and Alina felt the same way. The girls were already thinking about having a little virtual sex between them when Nastya suddenly interrupted their conversation. Her message was laconic, but clear: "If you want real guys, come to the guesthouse". Alina froze, not knowing what to say to her friend. She was already inclined to refuse, put her finger on the keyboard to write a short "no", but Lisa was ahead of her friend. Her message was also short, but it made Alina shiver: "On our way."
While Alina and Lisa tried to provoke their husbands to fulfill their conjugal duty, Nastya, left alone, did not want to go to bed at all. Unlike her married friends, no one could "catch" her in adultery, and in general, she did not want to be sad in her own house on her birthday. So she went upstairs and started sorting through the bags of things the Africans had given her. There were some really interesting things among them, and Nastya even considered for a minute whether she should lock the room and try some of the elongated phallic gifts that were now on the bedside table next to the bed. They were all black, but even the largest was no more than eight inches long. The dark-haired beauty remembered Simon's cock, the one he'd almost fucked Sonja with. It was much bigger than the dildos Anastasia had at her disposal now. And that's why a vulgar thought ripened in the girl's head, which immediately made the beauty feel wet in her panties. She grinned at her own thoughts and began to change.
Ten minutes later, a brunette dressed in a tight dark green sleeveless shirt and short jean shorts walked to the door of the guesthouse. On a tray in her hands were several shots, a couple of bottles of hard liquor, and snacks in the form of chips, fruit, and nuts. Her nipples peeked through the sleeveless shirt in anticipation of what was to come - she was not wearing a bra, of course.
Anastasia's plan was very simple: while Lisa and Alina were limited in their choice of partners for tonight, she had the opportunity to choose from the five dark-skinned men she had as guests. So why not take advantage of the opportunity?
After hesitating at the door, she pounded the wooden surface several times with her fist. There was no response.
"No, they're not asleep!" - Such thoughts offended Nastya a little. Could it be that the Africans, despite the show they had put on in the evening, were able to cope with their inner desire and just fall asleep?! How dare they! After seeing Simon's cock, all Nastya could think about was the size of the other men's pricks. After all, Simon was the youngest of them, and his height was noticeably inferior to the others. It was frightening to imagine what was hidden in the pants of the seven-foot Tyrell or the fat, but somehow no less attractive Prince! The girl had to move her legs slightly to relieve the itch in her panties. Damn it, whoever opened the door now, she wanted to have sex with him! As if the African behind the door had been waiting for Nastya to make such a promise, the door swung open.
In front of her stood Prince. A smug grin spread across his big face:
"The bitch came for more?" he asked. Nastya understood what he was saying, but she was embarrassed by the bold stare of the dark-skinned big man. Her silence was interpreted by Prince as agreement, so he moved and let the girl into the house. It was many times smaller than the main mansion, but it had a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. However, all the boys except Simon were in the big room watching American football on cable. The dark-skinned hunks felt at home: they were not burdened with clothes, wearing only pants, and Tyrell sat in his underwear. Everyone looked at Nastya with interest, and the girl was embarrassed again under these strong male eyes. But she was confident that she was doing everything right.
"All the food was left in the house. I brought some," she said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"This whore is eager to please us, boys!" Prince said. Just like last time, Nastya understood every word. She froze in indecision, not knowing what to do next. The boys gathered around the girl standing in front of them and undressed the dark-haired bitch with lusting eyes.
"And why have you come, snow bunny? That's what I call you," Prince continued. He scratched his huge belly with an equally huge palm. Nastya lowered her eyes. A strange feeling of submission seized her.
"Call me whatever you want," she said.
"No one is asking your opinion, snow bunny," followed a sharp reply from Tyrell. "Answer the question."
"I came to you to..." Nastya said, choosing her words carefully. "To thank you for the pleasure you have given me and my friends."
"Your friends? Why don't the whores themselves come and thank us properly?"
