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Jeff and Pattys Party

"Jeffrey and Patricia have requested your attendance on the estate grounds for a spectacle unlike any other. A car will be sent for you. Dress exquisitely. Bring a small dish." These words were typed in staunch, decicisive text. Below, in scrawling and faint cursive which Jennifer immediately identified as belonging to Patty, it went on to say, "I know you'll make time to come so no need to RSVP. See you tomorrow."

How long had it been since Jennifer had seen Patty? College, years before. She remembered, faintly, the perfect heat of Patricia's body. A wonton thrill of discovery. A wet and supple tongue bringing her, shuddering, to climax. She recalled Patricia's nimble fingers moving smoothly through the soft down of her pubic hair, massaging her, entering her with grace and then violence in equal amounts. And above all else, she remembered Patricia's voice in the darkness, almost taunting, as Jennifer quivered to completion. A voice reminding her that the most insatiable urge of a human being is curiousity.

Jennifer felt her panties begin to cling languidly to her body, warm and pleasant. She set down the invitation and distracted herself by preparing a fruit salad, her chopping rhythmic and mechanical. She shouldn't get ahead of herself. Perhaps Patty just wanted to catch up with an old friend and share her success. And yet, Jennifer thought, as she absentmindedly caressed the cold blade of her knife and meditated on a pair of steel cuffs that, in a time past, had forced her face down on silken sheets with no chance of escape as Patty had ravaged her from behind, perhaps not. Whatever the reason, Patricia was correct as always. She would certainly be making time to come.

That night, Jennifer dreamed of a sacrosanct oasis in a sea of flesh. She awoke before the dawn, fitful and heavy with sweat. She showered in darkness. The water was cold at first. Her nipples perked and hardened under the caress of droplets like a prickling needles of ice. She tensed her body under the barrage and began to soap her breasts in slow even circles. As the water heated up, so too did her loins. She dreamed lazily of might greet her at the party today, what strange or delightful things she might experience. She bit her lip as she squeezed her left breast. As she clenched her fingers, the pain began to excite her and she let her hand wander ever downwards. She plummed the depths of her sex tentatively, and as she spread and relaxed her lips, began to feel a swell like the birth of a sun within her.

Almost frantically, she began to stroke herself. Her fingers danced across her clitoris as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. She felt the velveteen walls of her sex quiver hungrily. She did not want this sensation to end. Almost fearfully, she slid a hand between her pert cheeks and began to softly massage her asshole. As it relaxed, she inteserted a single finger and felt a soft sting as she stretched herself. Her insides were clean and silken.

Jennifer began to moan, her breathe quickened. Her ass was unbelievably tight. When was the last time she had explored herself this way, let alone allowed another to? The shocking feeling of her ass being fucked had delayed her climb to orgasm, but now she was approaching it again more rapidly than before. She moved her fingers deeper into her lips and almost buckled forward. Her legs tensed. She began to thrust her finger deeper and deeper into her ass as she stroked her clitoris savagely. She was almost there. Her legs felt as if they might give out. She could feel her juices running languidly down her thighs. She stifled a scream as she came, inhaling sharply with the small furtive noises of a wounded animal.

Jennifer stumbled out of the shower feeling flushed and contented. She felt the chill morning air against her skin and her nipples stiffened yet again. She wrapped herself in a towel and, with some embarassment, wiped the slick reminders of her masturbation from the inside of her legs. Once dry, she began to dress herself. She chose a set of black lingerie that she was particularly fond of. It shaped the milky expanse of her chest into perfect, beckoning globes. The thong fit snugly and tickled her behind slightly as it slid into place. She lay out a silk dress on the bed and admired its fine texture. As she zipped up the dress, she admired how perfectly it fit to the contours of her body. She looked now like a woman for whom a war might be fought, in times long past. She went to the kitchen and placed her fruit salad in a neat china dish and covered it. She now had only to wait for the car which Patricia and Jeffrey would send.

Shortly afterward, a large black sedan pulled up to Jennifer's house. It was sleek and glossy as if fresh from the showroom floor. The driver parked and stepped out, his apperance as crisp and well manicured as the automobile. Jennifer answered the door before he could knock, her fruit salad in hand. The driver gazed at her from top to bottom without changing his expression and then beckoned to the waiting car.

"Where are we headed?" Jennifer asked.

"Not talking," the man replied.

They drove on for hours, passing through cities and towns, highways and scenic hillsides. Jennifer said nothing, and the driver seemed to pay her no attention. Eventually, they pulled into the driveway of a verdant estate. THe driver exited the car and held open the door. Jenniger stepped out, her legs feeling weak after the long drive. She looked across the grounds and marveled at the vast swathe of gardens and elegant creeks which made up the estates exterior. The house itself was an ornate affair of elegant buttresses and stately columns. The driver walked her to the front door, swung wide the gate, and then closed it behind her with a thud.

Inside, a large black man was feverishly making love to a young woman who was bound to a table. His great ebony hands were each as large as the woman's head and she shuddered with each stroke of his massive cock. Jennifer stood in awe. She had never seen anyone this large before, in stature or girth.

"Are... are... Jeff and Patty here?" she asked.

The huge man laughed. "I don't know! I don't know! Maybe! It is there house! Do you want to have a fuck? Do you want to fuck this girl? I fuck her, I am almost done!" The girl looked on with pleading eyes as the giant man plowed her. He grasped her breasts and massaged them vigorously in circles. She began to cry out louder than before. The man looked a bit dismayed as if she were making too much noise.

"Well," Jennifer said, "Jeff and Patty invited me here, for a party," Jennifer stammered.

"What is that you have?" the man asked.

"What?"

"What is that, in your hand? Huh? You have something? You brought some food? Is that food?"

"It's a fruit salad," Jennifer responded, dumbfounded. This man seemed very distracted. He placed a hand on the small girl's neck and began to constrict it slowly and methodically, until she was no longer making any noise. Her face flushed as he began to plunge even deeper into her wet pussy. He gave her a bemused look and then pulled out, before thrusting it deep into her ass. His penis was so large it looked as if she would almost burst in two. The man began to force his fingers into the girl's mouth so that she had no chance of screaming.

"Fruit salad!" The man cried out. "I love fruit salad! Hey give it here! Give it here let me see!" Jennifer realized she had been transifixed, unmoving during this entire affair. She had not taken a step from the doorway, so offputting was the scene of this massive man fucking the small girl mercilessly. With trembling footsteps, she crossed the room and handed him the bowl of fruitsalad. The man did not withdraw his cock from the small girl's ass. He took the cover off the fruitsalad. "This fruitsalad smells great!" he declared. "There's pineapple, and gr*pes, and 2 kinds of melon! Wow, this is great! Are there sliced apples in here? Wow! Are they fujis? That's a great kind of apple! This looks great! And so fresh!"

Jennifer did not know what to say. She supposed she was glad that the man appreciated the fruit salad. She did not feel particularly horny, however. The man was completely nude, as was the girl on the table, but the room smelled extremely musky and almost sickly with sweat, as if the man had been fucking for hours without respite. The girl on the table looked incredibly tired, and there were pink indentations forming on her wrists and ankles were she was bound to the table.

"I'm starving," remarked the man. "But watch this! Watch this idea I have!"

"Are Patty and Jeff going to be here soon?" Jennifer asked.

"I don't know, maybe? Who cares. Looks watch this." The man began to scoop out pieces of fruit salad and insert them one by one into the bound girls pussy as he fucked her ass. She shivered as the cold gr*pes and tangy slices of pineapple entered her.

"Oh! Oh, sir it's cold!" she cried, the man's grip loosened on her neck as he went about the task of filling her with fruit. "Oh sir it's awful!" The man did not respond, he simply continued to shovel fruit salad into the girl. He pulled his cock out of her ass and got down on his knees. "I'm glad you brought a snack. I was getting extremely hungry." He buried his face into the girl's pussy and began to chew hungrily. The girl's eyes flared in pain. It became clear that he was chewing indiscriminately. Surely the tang of citrus was beginning to sting her very badly. The man continued to eat fruit salad voraciously. Jennifer was not sure whether to be proud of her fruit salad, or disappointed that it was kind of being wasted. After all, most of the fruit salad would taste like pussy now and a lot of it was just falling on the floor.

"I guess it's not a big deal, she thought to herself." She watched the man's toned buttocks twitch as he feverishly ate pussy and fruit salad in tandem. His cock had not softened at all since he began eating. Erect, it looked like an ancient ebony monolith. "Will Jeff and Patty be getting here soon?" she asked again.

"Mmmmfff," the man replied with a mouth full of fruit. He chewed quickly and swallowed. "We're Jeff and Patty. This is our party, who else would be here."

Jennifer was dumbfounded. "That's not Patty... not the Patty I know. In college, Patty and I... well she would be much older. And I thought Jeff was a wealthy oil magnate from Rhode Island."

"No," the huge black man replied. "We're Jeff and Patty."

"You simply can't be," Jennifer stammered.

"What the hell Jennifer," Jeff said, wiping fruit juice from his lips. "I thought we were friends."