Everyone in Jill Barnes' bedroom sat back to catch their breath after the furious orgy they'd just enjoyed with the tall brunette.
There were seven men getting high and partying down on that New Year's Eve of 1999, as the 21st century approached.
After he had finally finished cumming, Mike pulled out and walked over to the dresser, where he packed a pipe and fired it up. Pat had already pulled out a joint of a more pedestrian quality weed and it was making the rounds, and the crowd of men sucked down beer as they waited for Richie to get up and start lining out some more coke. Jill glanced at the clock; 10:45 it read. If they had quit then, and broken up their little party, she would have gotten away with it. Ken had totally lost interest in her whereabouts for the time that the football game was on, the bonfire was being lit and beer was being drunk. Moreover, the game ran late and went down to the wire – Ole Miss won on a last-second field goal – and that had riveted everyone's attention, especially the considerable number of Oklahoma fans at the party, who were, naturally, disappointed in the outcome.
But Jill had completely lost her ability to control herself, and she wasn't nearly ready to quit. Richie had been right; once they'd gotten her started, she'd turned into nothing but an insensate fuck machine. Her voracious appetites for sex and drugs had overwhelmed her conscience and her judgment. So she simply crawled off the bed, went to pee, then sat at the dressing table to replenish her buzz. Three separate sets of lines, two more shots of tequila – this time with beer chasers – plus all the weed that was making its way around the room, and Jill was soaring. Her body was starting to tingle again and she was ready for more. At this point, the thought of her husband was the furthest thing from her mind, or if he was, she had apparently resigned herself to the fact that this was the day she finally exposed herself to him as a slut supreme.
As the clock chimed 11 o'clock, Jill found herself on the bed with Pat. She kissed his mouth with urgency as he laid her on her back. He reveled in the salty-sweet taste of cum that still lingered on her lips, and the way her hand was slowly, sinuously stroking his fat dick.
"All right, let's go one at a time, pick a hole," Jill said, with a mad gleam in her eyes. "I want you all to fill me up with your cum, one after the other." Cum still shone from Jill's crotch as she spread her legs lewdly and put Pat's cock up to her pussy. Pat got up on his knees as he drove his girth into Jill's flooded pussy. Jill felt the air leave her lungs with a rush as the fat cock pumped evenly in her cunt. At one point, he put Jill's legs together and picked them up. His cock looked like a fat, red slug as it parted her pink lips. Jill responded to that position, rolling her hips around like a dancer, hoping to will him even deeper in her horny hole.
Pat would have been content to stay in that position forever, but there were six other guys waiting their turn, so he released Jill's legs and began to thrust harder and faster, as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders to pull him in closer. Once again, they kissed ravenously, and Pat felt his sweaty stomach rolling on Jill's slimy belly, with the taste of cum on her lips. The tactile sensation was enough to send him over the edge, and with a growl he pumped another hard load of cum into Jill's clenching cunt, bathing her walls with a solid load.
Pat fell away, leaving Jill's pussy gaping and oozing cum, to be replaced by Mike. Jill cooed as Mike gathered her in his arms and fed his long, snake-like cock up her cunt, inch by agonizing inch. When he had it all the way in, and she felt the head poking at her cervix, she really began to hump. Her second strong orgasm of the night was well on its way as she and Mike rolled their hips around in rhythmic circles, grinding themselves together to get maximum pleasure. Jill threw her head back and sucked in air as her hands worked feverishly over Mike's chest and his sides, pulling him to her. She had surrendered completely to lust, and she didn't care who found out.
Mike picked Jill's legs up then bent them up until her ankles were on either side of her ears. Leaning slightly on her upturned thighs, he began to fuck her with hard, but deliberate strokes, driving his hips forward to push his cock deeper in the hungry slit that enveloped his dick. Jill felt the sensations wash over her as Mike picked up speed until, with a gasp, he came hard and fast, shooting his cum and pumping his dick back and forth in her pussy. Cum was being pumped out of her lips with each pull back, and the slickness dribbled out to coat her asshole in a fresh layer of slime. Satisfied that he'd pumped every drop he had in Jill's cunt, Mike pulled out, leaving a trail of moisture over her thigh as he backed away.
The rest of the room looked with wolfish eyes as Jill lay back, her chest heaving and her legs spread, cum spilling from her coral lips. Richie motioned for Larry to take his turn, and Larry knew exactly what he wanted. With a bearish growl, he pulled Jill's legs back up and aimed his fat, 9-inch cock at her open asshole and pushed his way in to the hilt, without warning or preliminaries. At once, he was fucking her ass with long, swift strokes, and she pumped her ass up to get him further up her butt.
"Agh, fuck my ass!" she said rather loudly. "Oooooh, God, your cock feels soooooo fucking gooooood! Fuck me, you son of a bitch, and make me your whore. Fuuuuuck meeeee!"
Larry just snarled as he increased the pace of his anal pounding. Jill reached down with a hand and began to roll her clit around between her fingers, spiking her arousal to unbelievable heights. She was in the zone now, lost in the feeling of intense sex and a stupendous buzz. Instinctively, she clenched her rectum, trying to tighten her muscles around the huge dick in her ass. That was all it took. With a cry of surprise, Larry fell forward and exploded wildly in Jill's ass, spraying cum deep into her bowels. She milked the last few drops with her butt, then pushed him back with a wild look in her eyes.
Richie was a little surprised to see Jill abruptly climb up on her knees and face the door. His cock throbbed painfully as he watched his whore take on all of these kids. He'd been taking little spoons of his special coke to help keep him on a razor's edge, and when Jill got up on her knees, he offered her two quick snorts, then let her drink from the tequila bottle.
Jill closed her eyes in reverie as Ted slid his body under hers. His 8 inches were almost purple from arousal and stood straight up from his groin. Jill got up on her feet and squatted over Ted's dick. Reaching behind her back, she grabbed it at the base and lowered her pussy to the head, then began to ride his dick with abandon. Reaching forward, Ted pulled open her butt cheeks then worked two fingers into Jill's juicy butt. He fingered her hard, adding a third then a fourth finger, as she rocked up and down on his dick. She was completely gone now, in a place somewhere far away, as she felt her horny holes being filled up, her lust reaching new heights with each stroke, and her low, keening moan reflected a demented passion. Thus, she failed to hear the insistent, demanding knock on the bedroom door.
As the 11 o'clock hour began to pass, Ken had finally noticed that his wife was missing, and hadn't been seen in a while. He hadn't thought much about it; she wasn't really an outdoors type, so he had thought she was just chatting with some of the women in the house, or chaperoning the growing number of kids who were passing through the grounds. As 11:30 passed, however, with no sign of Jill, and a crowd starting to gather around the bonfire, he began to look for her in earnest. Brad could see what was going on and twice guided his father away from the upstairs bedroom. But he had to pee, and while he was in the bathroom, Ken had wandered up the staircase, and as soon as he neared the second floor, he knew what was going on. The pungent smell of weed, cigarette and cigar smoke, and the sounds of revelry greeted him as he strode down the hall.
How could she? Ken had been helpless to stop his wife's running around, to stop her drug and alcohol abuse. But this was too much! In his home, on his bed, his wife was entertaining her friends, smoking, drinking and screwing, leaving him to ring in the Millennium and tend the party alone. He walked sternly to the door and began to knock. At first, there was no answer as the party raged behind the door. He knocked louder and called Jill's name in a shrill, threatening voice. He intended to throw out the rabble invading his bedroom, and his wife along with them.
Richie ignored the knocking at first, but it quickly irritated him. He strode forcefully to where his leather pants hung on a chair, bringing into view for the first time the sheath hanging off his belt. Richie angrily pulled the knife out and walked to the door. It wasn't a big blade, maybe 4 inches long, but it was broad with lethal grooves down the length, and it was razor-sharp. Richie threw the door open wide, giving Ken a good look at his wife, still riding Ted's cock on the bed. Ken could see everything: Ted's cock disappearing up Jill's wet, red hole, and the balls dangling below, and the drugs, cigarettes and booze on the dresser. But his attention was quickly diverted to the knife in front of his face.
"OK, little man, here's the deal," Richie snarled, getting right in Ken's face. "You go back outside and you tend to your little party, and we'll stay in here and have our own party with your wife. And if you bother us again, I'll cut your nuts off... what there are of them. Capiche?"
Then he slammed the door in Ken's startled face. He stood there stunned for a minute, then turned and walked angrily away. He thought about calling the police, but he knew there would be too many damning questions for that. And, besides, at a quarter to midnight on New Year's Eve at the end of the century, the police weren't going to have time for him. Brad met him at the bottom of the stairs, cringing at what he knew had happened. He hadn't heard the confrontation, but he knew what his mom was capable of in the bedroom, because he'd spied on her several times over the previous months, and he could imagine what his dad had seen. Brad could see, too, the look in Ken's eyes that told him he'd better keep an eye on his dad.
"He threatened me," Ken whispered to his son. For the first time in many years, Ken embraced his son and started to weep. They had never been close – Brad, in fact, despised his dad for his weakness and distant personality – but he played the dutiful son in order to mollify Ken and maybe save his mom's life. Father and son stood there for a minute, then Ken swallowed his pride and went back to the party to get the fireworks ready. It was all Brad could do to suppress a grin at what the future held. Soon, he might just have his sexy mom all to himself, and then he would work on ways of breaking down her resistance to an incestuous relationship. But that was a matter for another day.
