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While most people were down at the cave or in the hedge maze, there were still a few people wandering around in the main part of the house. After wandering up from the kitchen and stopping occasionally to make out for a minute here and there (during which he removed my panties!), we finally burst into the library/study, which was thankfully empty.

Chester was carrying me bodily, making out with me as he walked, heading toward the large oaken desk against the side wall with a large bay window behind it. He sat me on the edge of the desk and then swiped his arm across it sending everything that had been laying on it flying onto the floor. Once cleared, he came at me, pushing me down backward onto it and began to pull the top of my costume down so he could get at my breasts. He slid his fingers in between my legs too as he continued to make out with me, ensuring I was good and ready for him. Which I was, I couldn't wait!

Without much more delay, he unfastened his pants, positioned himself, and then pushed himself into me.

Occasionally someone would poke their head into the room, apologize after a moment, and then duck back out. That was kinda hott to have an audience, even if briefly. And the interruptions weren't too surprising given the circumstances. It didn't seem to bother Chester, who didn't skip a beat. He just continued to ram his dick into me over and over again while I moaned and gasped beneath him. It was strange, I was surprised that I'd never been to a party like this before, given my proclivities. Despite what one may think, I didn't really go seeking out such things particularly. But so far it was quite a lot of fun, especially with Chester's face buried in between my breasts as he plowed into me like a jackhammer!

Chester's ex-wife had said that he was a swinger, which meant he probably got laid a lot. Well, he definitely seemed to know what he was doing, if I was any judge. He actually picked me up in the middle of our rutting and pinned me against the nearby wall to finish us both off. I made sure to be noisy, because that seemed to be what he wanted. He was pretty quiet except at the end where he grunted a few times in a row as he let loose. We both panted quietly for a few moments before he dropped me down onto the floor. He then took my hand in a gentlemanly manner and walked me out into the entryway of the house where other party-goers were meandering about doing whatever. There, we parted ways and I watched with a smirk on my face as he popped a pill and headed off toward the back porch to continue hosting his party and find another chick to bang.

Once he was gone, I headed over to the bathroom where I heard a group of people chuckling and making snorting sounds. I saw they were doing some powdered meth as I entered, and it looked fun, so I joined them for a couple lines. After handing the straw to the next person, I wandered back out into the hallway and stared at the sparkling of the chandelier for a few minutes, mezmerized. The stuff was pretty quick acting I guess, and soon I began to feel myself getting quite heady. I finally got snapped out of my reverie by a banging sound coming from the kitchen. It sounded interesting, so I wandered off in that direction.

The banging sound turned out to be an older man, probably in his fifties, kind of overweight, finishing up washing the dishes. So, one of the cooks. I cornered him at the sink and he seemed all flustered about having my boobs up in his face, but despite his protests I didn't have really any trouble pushing him into the nearby cupboard (not the one the secret door was in), where I proceeded to fuck his brains out amongst knocking a bunch of crap from the shelves all over the floor as I wrestled him around. Hell if I cared!

I left the poor cook on the floor of the pantry trying to recover his composure while I wandered out into the hedge maze.

God I was so fucking horny now!

A few yards in I came across two guys heading through the maze chatting amicably, looking as if they were heading to the house for some more booze. They both still had most of their clothes on, were both about 3-4 inches taller than me, and both of about medium build. One had streaks of grey running through his brown hair, and the other and had just brown hair with no grey. The brown-haired guy seemed younger; he was perhaps my age or thereabouts I thought while studying them as they approached.

It wasn't much of a decision; I found myself already siddling up to them with a small grin on my face. They eyed me as I came up to them, and I left no question as to what I wanted from them as I put my hand on the package of the younger guy, rubbing with great interest, while I leaned up against the older one and slid my tongue into his mouth.

He kissed me back for a minute and then broke away from me and said, “what do you think, son?” The younger guy slid his hand up my leg, under my skirt and to my hip, and replied, “I'm game.” With that, we headed off around the corner into a dead-end part of the maze so as to hopefully not be bothered too much. The old guy got on the ground on his back (there was a light carpet of moss and ivy covering the ground so it was probably plenty comfortable), and I unfastened his pants and slid down onto his wang with my wanton pussy hungrily. As he started pumping away, I heard the younger guy unzip from behind me and then he rammed himself into my ass quite unceremoniously.

Ye gods this was so much fun! The old guy groped my breasts vigorously while the young guy held my hips to give himself some leverage. They both pounded me with great energy and afterwards high-fived each other over my back. Once the young guy pulled out, I slid myself back up off the old guy and went on my way, leaving the two to chuckle merrily about what had just happened.

I headed into the central part of the maze and found several people up on the platform rutting around as kind of a large, disjoined group. I climbed the stairs to the top to join the shinanigans, and noticed a young girl off to the side, probably not more than 16, who was watching the goings-on with a bit of trepidation. I slid over to her and chatted her up for a few minutes, and even in my meth-induced state, I eventually was able to get her onto the ground with the top part of her wood-nymph costume pulled down so I could tongue at her small, perky breasts. I had my hand up between her legs, dipping inside of her, flicking her clit, to be sure I was getting her attention.

Either the waifish blond girl had never done anything with a chick before or never done anything at all before because she seemed so unsure about everything. I didn't care, I was having a great time. I did whatever I wanted to her and she simply let me. After a few minutes I had my face down between her legs with my butt up in the air, and she was yelling loudly while I did all sorts of things to her with my fingers and tongue. A moment later I felt someone come up behind me and slide a dick into my still-dripping pussy. I had to admit, my butt was up in the air at about the perfect height for a stray dick. The action surprised me momentarily, but accepted it easily, without even looking back to see who it belonged to. Fine with me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!

After I finished the girl off, I left her huffing and puffing on her back with a puddle of girl-slime spreading out beneath her butt and a small, heady smile on her flushed face. As I walked away, she eyed a couple guys with interest who seemed intent on coming over to fill her back up with their dicks, seeing that she was free and finally primed, ready to accept some of their particular type of input.

As I was heading toward the stairs to go back down into the maze, a guy and a girl, both probably in their 30s, were climbing them to come join the shenanigans on the platform. When they reached the top, the guy noticed me immediately and simply headed me off to the side and pushed me back down onto the platform nearby while the girl went off in another direction to mingle with a group of men standing around laughing as they lounged around or nailed whatever chick was in front of them. The guy who'd headed me off didn't even waste words about it and pressed his lips to mine as he laid bodily on top of me, and then after a moment slid himself inside of me with ease. After we were finished screwing, he levered himself up off of me and strode off casually in the direction of his little girlfriend while he popped some kind of pill. She was in the midst of a gang bang from the looks of it as I sat up and peered in her direction. She had a huge smile on her face, and was gasping quite loudly as all sorts of different men groped her boobs and made out with her.

I got up and readjusted my costume for the umpteenth time and headed down the stairs, successfully this time. Back into the maze I headed, toward the direction of the cave to see what was going on in this particular location.

As I passed through the entrance of the cave and into where it opened up, I noticed Chester sitting to the side with some chick kneeling in between his legs with his dick in her mouth. Girl aside, he was chatting casually with yet another guy of similar age next to him about something boring by the looks of it, probably formula one racing again.

That end of the cave wasn't too interesting to me, I had already done Chester. What was more interesting was the veritable mosh pit of sex in the middle of the floor right before me. As I stepped out into the center, I noticed the floor felt almost like a gym floor with padded mats on the ground except that they were of course high-quality, more coushy, and patterned/colored to look like a cave floor. My, this looked fun!

I waded into mass of bodies and was quickly grabbed from behind by a number of hands. I felt lips on my neck from behind and hands groping my breats and tweaking my nipples. I was eventually ushered onto the floor where I swear I must've had a dick in every available spot, between pussy, ass, mouth, hands and boobs. The meth had my head swimming and my libido through the roof, and amongst all the anonymous dicks, I had a fucking marvelous time.

At some point I opened my eyes, and it was apparently morning. I guess I had dozed off. I heard birds chirping from outside of the cave looked around without moving much to notice people finally beginning to get up and make their way toward the exit. I did notice bemusedly that there was still quite a bit of screwing going on here and there. Chester was nowhere to be seen, which was probably for the best. I looked down and noticed some guy's head on my crotch, fast asleep, and someone else's hand on my breast. I also somehow still had my costume on (somewhat). And, to my surprise, I found myself still totally fucking horny. Meth is fucking awesome shit, let me tell you what.

I reached into my costume, into the secret compartment where Ahren had added a phone pocket, and retrieved my phone from its hiding spot. I had several messages waiting for me, most of them from Gail. The first one said they'd called Lars, and he was on his way. Jack managed to not cause shit to go down, that was a different message. Lars was here, a third one. A fourth one was that Lars had seen what he needed to and we would meet him the next day. A fifth message asked where I was. I sent Niko a text telling him to come get me, he replied almost immediately saying he'd be here in just over an hour in the Citroen.

I chuckled to myself, inadvertently waking the guy whose face was in my crotch. He looked up at me with a pair of bright, green eyes, and crawled back on top of me for another round of fucking. Buwahahaha! Fuck yeah!

A while later, I finally extracted myself from the cave, and headed back through the maze and up into the house. I stopped in the main house bathroom momentarily to readjust my costume and straighten myself back up. I noticed that I still managed to have on the slippers that had come with my costume, hah. My mask was long gone, though. I tried to wash as much of the bodily fluids off and out of me as I could, and fix my hair back up into something that was somewhat presentable. At least Chester was so kind as to have provided scented soap and lotion and other things laying about to sort of mask the scent of sex that I was no doubt reeking of.

As I emerged from the bathroom, a couple of guys walked by me and the guy nearest to me slapped me on the ass and laughed loudly. I smiled and headed to the sitting room to wait by the window, peeking outside of it every few minutes, looking for my little red Citroen (that was surely totally out of place with all of these expensive cars). About ten minutes later I saw the little red car pull in through the gate, and so I stood and headed out the front door and down the steps. The satyr-themed footmen were still lurking about in the parking lot, and they helped me politely into the passenger side of the car with only raised eyebrows inidicating their slight disdain for my commoner's car. I barked out a laugh as they shut the door, causing Niko to raise an eyebrow at me. I smiled and shrugged back at him, and with that he he zoomed the car out of the gate and off down the road.

The little car had a relatively tight suspension now that it had been tuned, and so on the dirt road outside of the estate we were both bounced and poinged all over the place in our seats. That had the effect of getting *my* engine revved up again in short order. After a few minutes I reached down and began diddling myself. I saw Niko glance over, eyes wide, as I started moaning softly. Damn, they must've had some really pure, high quality stuff at that party, because its effects were lasting for quite a while!

I slid my hand inside the top of my costume, pushing it back down, revealing my breasts, so I could start fingering my nipples too. My moaning got louder, and I could tell that Niko was getting a bit uncomfortable. Or revved up as well. Hard to tell because I wasn't sparing a lot of brainpower on it. A few minutes later, I finally got to a point where the diddling just wasn't going to cut it. I unbuckled my seatbelt and climbed over into Niko's lap, straddling him. I leaned forward to kiss him, and he swirved the steering wheel around, obviously incapable of seeing where he was going while my face was planted against his. He broke the kiss and hit the brakes and pulled over into the weeds next to a wooden fence with some sheep grazing in the pasture beyond.

“Wha… What in the world are you…” He began to say, but I shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“Du~uh!” I said back at him, while sliding my hand down inbetween our bodies to rub his package. My other hand unbuckled his seatbelt, sending it whizzing back into the side panel, and then back up to tweak my own nipple right in front of his face while I squirmed back and forth in his lap. “Don't make me fuck this shift knob, Niko.”

“Uh….” Was all he could manage before I leaned back in to kiss him.

And that was pretty much that. Niko was fucking huge in just about every definition one could imagine, and being the son of Ares, had quite the endurance, even for this type of act. In fact, he knew exactly what to do at every moment and executed everything with perfect precision. He was a fucking spectacular lay! Holy shit, I was in superhappyland!

After we were done, we got up out of the grass next to the fence, straightened ourselves back up, picked the grass and weeds out of each other's hair, returned our clothes to their proper positions, and then hopped back into the car and sped off down the road. I fell asleep against the passenger door window for the remainder of the drive back, getting about an hour's worth of glorious dream-sleep, which involved lots of naked bodies gyrating. A smile sat on my lips the whole way back.