This is when I decided to get more female tenants. Even if they weren't as promiscuous as Lola and Patti, they could at least play the guys always dropping in. "What about the bachelor party? The number I wrote on the mirror upstairs?" I'll tell them to pick you up here at eight tomorrow night. No! Earlier than that. But that means you have to be finished with that party in time.

How many men will that be?" "Fifteen, maybe twenty at most, right Lola?" This time it must've been Patti who was too drunk when the arrangements were made. "Twenty lovers! Oh great! You'll be soaked. I'll have to get you home early so I can try to clean you up so the Black guys don't know what you've been doin or at least how much you've been doin it." "You love cleanin us up, you pervert, " Lola quipped. She was right about that!!! Sanctioning the remark by not disputing its accuracy, I continued, "If I get you dried off and into clean outfits before they come, the Blacks may never know for sure you've already been very naughty.

I'll warn them that you'll be extra drunk from going to a wedding reception." "What wedding reception?" "What, do you want me to tell them you're just getting back from? A gang bang.

" "They'll think we're too drunk to play! They'll think we'll be out of action!" Patti protested. "I'll tell 'em, you're never too drunk for playing. In fact, I'll make it clear that the drunker you are, the wilder you get, an the drunker you are, the more they're gonna love it. I know I love it, " I added with a touch of pride. "That's the God's honest truth!" Patti gasped, cupping her breast in her anticipation of the weekend.

"I get off no matter how drunk I am!" she boasted. "I get off too, " Lola panted, not to be outdone. "Then, I get right back on." It was, indeed, amazing! They couldn't walk or stand or even speak except to slur foul language, but until every last male had been exhausted, these beauties were absolutely ravenous for more sex. When too drunk to stand, and the men weren't too cooperative, they looked to me for help in mounting their lovers. I could only aid one drunken femme fatale at a time, so the other might be getting balled doggie style while I'm soft placeisting a teasing beauty to straddle the upturned body of another fortunate guest. Then, enjoying the sight of her expanding hips and soft place, I would steady the wide bottomed beauty as she squats and automatically pushes her jiggling breasts slightly aslant with her zaftig upper arm to reach between her hefty inner thighs to guide his pole up into her teasing opening. "Oooohhh, you mutherplayer, " she might croon as the wide spear head of his shaft pushes aside her labia and forcing through the accumulated loads of other lovers, travels the length of her lovel canal deep inside her glistening wet belly to bottom against her engorged cervix.

As the cum already loading Lola's or Patti's lovel canal is displaced by the next length shaft so that it overflows over the lover's balls, their insertion sighs always gratify me. Each time a new length finds its way into their meaty innards, that means there are to be more visceral, animalistic gasps, grunts, and moans, punctuated by sloshing of wet genitalia often drowned out by the slapping sounds of wet flesh colliding and within a few minutes another roaring, screaming and cursing eruption. Then, I might have the honor of helping the sex crazed broad straddle yet another prone male. Then another, and another and another ....