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The House Party

By: PepperM



There is an old house on the outskirts of town. It just sits there and looks menacing, like something out of a horror movie from the Hammer Films days. It gives you the shivers to look at it. It looked perfect for a haunted house or a party though, so I decided to call some of my friends and have three big, strong guys go with me to see it and decide if it could be used or not.

I wanted to do something absolutely outrageous for Halloween this year and having a party there just might be what I was looking for. I was tired of tame parties where it's as much fun to sleep as it is to drink or dance. I figured the three of my friends to that would be best to call would be Creeper, a DJ and he would be able to tell me if there were good hookups for his music equipment, Tazangelbabe, Taz for short, because he does a lot of hunting and can take care of any critters that might be in the house, and Juicer because he'd be the bartender and could help me set that up.

I called them and had them meet me at the house that evening. I wasn't too happy about it being at night, but I figured I had nothing to be afraid of with them at my back and it was the only time that we all had free at once. Since it was an old house and I didn't want to get too dirty, I was wearing my favorite hip hugger jeans (they look like they're painted on my ass), a black half shirt that says "Goddess" in red lettering and my standard favorite six inch heels. Black ones, of course to match with my shirt. Little did I know!

I got to the house just at sunset and I saw that they were already inside, their cars in the driveway and flashlights playing around inside. I walked up to the house, my six inch heels clicking on the broken tile of the porch and opened the door. The inside of the house was dirty and there was trash everywhere, some of the windows had been broken out, in short it looked like what it was, an old abandoned house. 

I followed the sound of voices into one of the other rooms and found the three guys together looking around and discussing the possibilities. Creeper was looking at the walls and trying to decide which would be better for his equipment, Taz was scouting the closets for critters and Juicer was trying to decide which room to use as a bar. 

"Hey guys," I said, "you started without me!" They looked over and their eyes widened as they took in my attire.

"Damn, Pepper, you look good enough to fuck." Creeper said.

Taz and Juicer nodded their heads in agreement and all three of them stepped closer to me as if to get a better look or maybe scent. I was surrounded but I didn't feel any anxiety these were after all, my friends and I had fucked with them before. "These old clothes?" I said, "They're just my looking at an old house clothes. I can get them dirty and not have to worry about it." 

The moon was out by now and suddenly I noticed that all three of them looked different from how they normally did. Creepers eyes were red now and it looked as if his teeth had suddenly grown an inch or so. Taz looked as though he was straining to hold something back. When I looked at Juicer's hands, I saw that they had claws now and he looked at me and licked his lips. "Yes, you do," he said and his voice was different, deeper and more raw than it normally was. 

Quietly, Creeper crept up behind me and bit my ass, through my jeans. 

"HEY!"

"Uh...guys ... you feel OK? Damn, Creeper, that fucking stings! If you're not feeling well" my voice trailing off uneasily, we can do this tomorrow.

I heard Juicer's deep voice behind me say, "We feel just fine, babe."

All of a sudden, Juicer stretches his neck out toward the ceiling and lets out an ear splitting, bone chilling howl.

Then, with a move that was like lightning, Creeper grabs the collar of my shirt and rips it off my back, letting my tits bounce free. With one hand, he grabs my hair and pulls my neck back, exposing it to his one inch needle sharp fangs. With a hiss he sinks them deep into my neck. Behind me, I can feel a high body heat and fur brushing the skin on my back, my feet are lifted off of the floor and my heels fall to the ground.

With his long, razor sharp claws, Juicer reaches down the back of my jeans and shreds them from my body. His eyes take on an evil glow as my tan little ass is exposed. At that point, crouching down in front of me, Tzars tongue is licking over his teeth. He takes a long, sharp claw and slits my little red G-string off, exposing my pussy to their hungry gazes. 

"Here your G-string." Taz growls at me and holds it up before throwing it off into a corner of the room. 

With a move that I never even saw, Creeper grabs my hands and ties them together using a cord from a broken lamp that was in the room.

Juicer's claws wrap around my waist and he raises me higher into the air and they hang me from an old chandelier hook in the middle of the room's ceiling. For a second or two, they all just stand around me, looking up and down my naked body. My arms are stretched over my head and I am helpless before them.

Creeper comes up to me, licking his lips staring at my ample breasts, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh. It gives way and the blood starts to run, filling the room with a metallic scent that drives Taz and Juicer into a frenzy.

With one quick move, the Tasmanian devil bites down between my legs piercing my pussy lips with his fangs. Like a lion tearing into a fresh kill, enjoying the taste of the fresh blood in his mouth, penetrating me with his long, rough tongue.

The scent of blood in the room has caused Juicer to completely wolf out, and standing 9 feet tall, he has to bend his head down to fit in the room. With his claws still wrapped around my waist, he shoves his tree trunk cock deep in my tight, tan little ass and I let out a scream as my ass is stretched to its limits. With heavy breathing grunts, he violently begins to stroke in and out of me.

Taz works his way up the front of my body, sucking, licking and biting my other nipple, he slides his finger in and out of my cunt, pulling, fingering. I am dripping wet with cum already even though I am terrified.

My whole body starts to quiver and shake, I don't care anymore that these are three monsters I am fucking. I'm just getting the best sex of my life! Tears of ecstasy are running down my face as I cum harder with each stroke of the cocks invading my body and the teeth on my breasts, drawing blood and driving the three monsters further into frenzy.

The room starts to swirl as Creeper sucks the blood from my shoulder, he starts biting his way to my neck drawing blood at each bite mark, sucking and driving me crazy.

Taz has one nipple in his mouth pulling and licking, all at once he shoves his cock into my wet squishy pussy and starts to fuck me with long strokes opposite of the ones that Juicer is taking in my ass. 

With the devil pounding my pussy into submission, the werewolf reaming my ass beyond belief and the vampire sucking the blood from my body, I start to convulse in ecstasy. My pussy juices are flowing down my thighs now as my ass is being pounded into paradise. The biting on my neck intensifies every feeling that is going through my skin. 

Taz is still biting my nipple hard in his teeth and the feelings start growing more and more intense with every moan and scream. I am coming almost constantly now and beg them not to slow down, to fuck me harder, I want to feel them cum in me and fill me up. I wrap my legs around Taz’s head and reach for Creepers cock, which is floating in front of my amazed face. I swallow it all as he wraps his hands around my head and pulls my face into his crotch, all the way down to his balls. I almost gag and choke but I don't stop. Sucking it as hard as I can, feeling him start to shake, he cuts me from the ceiling, grabs me in his arms and throws me on the old bed in the corner of the room. Then he takes the bandana off of his head, blindfolds me and ties me to the headboard. Taz quickly gets underneath and shoves his cock back into my pussy as Creeper kneels over my face and slides his cock back into my mouth. Juicer growls at the two of them, being deprived of the ass he was fucking is not making him happy and he loses it for a moment almost attacking Creeper. He then sees my ass stuck up high in the air, dripping blood and slick with all of our juices, he bounds over to me and shoves his cock deep into my ass, making me squeal around Creepers cock and squeeze my pussy tight, which causes Taz to start pumping in and out even more strongly.

I can feel their cocks expanding and getting ready to come in me, my body convulses with pleasure and Juicer starts to howl. I can feel his cock so deep in my ass, it feels as though it's almost in my throat. Taz bites down again on my nipple and Creeper holds my head still as he fucks my face, his nails digging into my skin, drawing more blood to add to that which is already covering my body. I am coming constantly and I know that the three of them are getting close to their own orgasms. 

Taz lets go of my nipple to push himself so far into me that I can feel his balls trying to get into my pussy. His hot wet cum splashes my insides and runs out of my pussy around his cock, soaking his balls and the bed, filling the room with the animal scent of his cum.

Taz's coming sets off a chain reaction like a nuclear bomb, Creeper's cock expands in my mouth and throat, almost cutting off my air supply. Then I feel the hot jets of his cum streak down my throat and coat my tongue. As Taz is still pumping his cum into me, Juicer starts to howl and cum. I can feel his cum inside my well reamed ass. It's so hot that it almost feels like it's burning me.

With one last shove down my throat, Creeper spurts one last jet down my throat and pulls his cock out of my still swallowing mouth. I couldn't swallow all of his cum, it's too much and some runs out of my mouth and drips onto the bed.

Taz is done now, I can feel his cock shrinking inside of my pussy. 

I feel Juicer's monster cock expand even more to take up the room left by Taz's now softening cock. Taz slides his cock out of my pussy and he just holds me for a moment, catching his breath. 

Juicer shoves me forward off of Taz and onto Creeper who is doing his own catching up. My arms are suddenly freed from the tie and I pull them under my body to hold myself up, so that he can have better access to my ass. It is well reamed and a little sore now. He shoves into me one more time as he finishes coming deep in my ass. He collapses on me, his cock shrinking and with a soft audible "pop" the head of it slips out of my ass.

I lay on my side on the bed, recovering from the best sex I have ever had. Surrounded by warm fur, my head on Creepers thigh, I fall asleep. 

I wake up the next morning, disoriented, with Creeper, Juicer and Taz all leaning over me with expressions of concern on their faces.

I am sitting on the floor in the old house and I don't remember how I got there, I just remember asking them if they felt alright and suggesting that we could do this tomorrow.

"Did you sleep here all night Pepper?" Creeper asks.

"I guess I did." I said, "I must have been way more tired than I thought that I was."

"Well, Come on." Juicer says, "We'll take you to get some coffee and then make sure that you get home OK."

Taz takes my hand and pulls me up, I'm stiff all over but I brush it off as it must be from sleeping on the hard floor with my back against the wall. They surround me and walk out of the room with me. It is a bright sunny day and the house doesn't look nearly as menacing as it had last night.

I think, ˜What a dream that was!™

As we walk out of the room, Juicer looks back and sees something red in the corner of the room. It's my G-string and it's ripped in two. I look at him and he smiles wolfishly.

The House Party



It was late in the summer, and a friend of mine threw a house party – as he does at the end of each summer. A sort of send off to the warm, sunny days, and something to hold everyone over until Halloween and New Years arrived.

He grilled, he fried, he had cases of beer. His kitchen was littered with bottles of strange and unusual liquors. It was an old Victorian seemingly out in the middle of nowhere; it sat on several acres of land, and he seemingly had no neighbors. One could see the starts at night. It was a great place for a party.

The house itself seemed not to have been built, but rather seemed to have evolved over its history. Extra rooms and additions, strange passageways, closets with doors in the back of them to adjacent hallways. Living rooms, sitting rooms, extra rooms downstairs, while up the old, carpeted stairs were bedrooms and closets, a maze of portals dimly lit and smelling of pot.

Outside, in the back, there was a rather extensive porch, and that was where we first met. Or rather, where we first became aware of one another. You told me later that you had noticed me before I noticed you. Evidently, you had seen me standing there, at the corner of the railing, an actual glass in my hand instead of one of the ubiquitous, red, plastic cups. To one side of me was a large porch swing on which two couples had crammed themselves. To the other side was a glass deck table and a half dozen chairs.

"Naturally, naturally," I had said just as you came out onto the porch with your friend. "It only makes perfect sense for all parties involved. No one wants a mouth full of hair when they're pleasuring someone. It's not a deal breaker, sure, but it certainly doesn't make things as pleasant as they could be."

As happens when enough people of a certain age get together and drink with reckless abandon, the topic of conversation had turned to sex.

"Ugh, so nasty," one of the girls at the table said. Everyone laughed.

"Totally not!" One of the girls on the swing exclaimed. "I'll totally admit that I love to suck cock!" Everyone laughed some more, and the man squeezed in next to her grinned sheepishly.

"Lucky boy!" Someone called from the house through the open window.

"Damn skippy!" The girl from the swing replied. "Ask him about the drive here!"

Everyone laughed some more, someone groaned, and the man next to her blushed.

I left the railing, announcing that there was too much air in my glass, and that the only solution to that problem was to fill it with more bourbon. I reached over and patted him on the back. "Well there you go. Count your blessings. Not every man can find a woman who loves to have a cock in her mouth."

I looked at you as I passed you to go inside, and saw that you were looking at me, your eyebrows raised. I grinned, tapped the side of your shoulder, and said, "It's true. They're more difficult to find than one might think." I gave you a wink, and went inside.

The evening went on much like that. I told stories wild and fanciful, shucking and jiving where ever I went. I thoroughly enjoy house parties, and moved from room to room, enjoying the conversations I encountered. People drank, people laughed. A beer-pong tournament was in full swing in the garage. Someone pulled a joint out on the porch. Someone pulled a bottle of a rare, anise flavored alcohol out of a knapsack. Friends and strangers mingled, moving through the house, losing each other and being pleasantly surprised when they found each other again.

You and I had run into each other a few times during our respective minglings. Your friend had apparently disappeared with her boyfriend, and you at last happened to be in the kitchen at the same time I was. I poured myself a whiskey and ginger, and looked up at you when you wandered in.

"Hello, hello!" I said. I introduced myself properly. I asked how you knew our host – a short, thin man of whom I'd lost track some hours earlier.

"It's complicated," you said with a brief smile.

"Ah, oh dear." Visions of drama began dancing through my head.

"No no," you continued. "I was dating this guy whose ex was also his ex, and...well..." You trailed off.

"Ah, I see. No worries, no worries. These things do happen." I asked you what you were drinking, and you looked at your red, plastic cup with a frown.

"I'll tell you what," I began, taking stock of the various liquors and mixers on the counter, "I'll mix you up something somewhat more delicious than what you had there." You bit your lip and smiled and handed me your cup. I rinsed it, and, changing my mind, threw it away, getting you an actual glass from the cabinet.

"We're civilized people here," I said with a grin, and began pouring this and that over ice for you. The resulting concoction was pale red, ice cold, tasted very much like Hawaiian Punch, and was probably about 75 proof, including mixers.

"It's delicious!" You exclaimed after the first few tentative sips.

"Yes, yes it is." I winked.

You asked if I knew where the bathroom was, and I told you I'd take you to it, needing to use it myself. We trundled up the stairs and down the hall, and down the hall, and down the hall. The place was a maze. It was ridiculous. We finally did find it, although it was occupied. We stood and chatted, making small talk. You asked about the line of work I'm in. I asked about the unusual necklace you were wearing. 

Someone came down the hall and bumped into you. I put my arm out to steady you, and you leaned into me.

"You smell good," you said.

"You smell pretty good yourself," I smiled, and gestured for you to go ahead to use the facilities once they were no longer occupied. I did the same once you were done, and came out to find you in one of the bedrooms, sitting on a loveseat against the wall, talking with some folks who were all laying on the floor, obviously rolling. I sat next to you, and placed a hand on your knee.

"What have we here?" I asked, looking at the pile on the floor – which erupted into a seething, giggling mass as soon as I spoke.

"It's a party, man," said one girl who, though fully clothed, seemed to be casually dry-humping the girl next to her.

"So I see!" I replied, giving your knee a squeeze. You leaned your head against my shoulder.

We sat and talked with the pile for what seemed like an hour or so. They were amusing, entertaining, following strange and unusual lines of logic that seemed like a train of thought gone terribly awry, detoured to a track no longer in use and having fallen into disrepair.

"The inside of a pussy is like a playground slide, only not yellow like the yellow ones, but something else that's like yellow but not. Is that my shoe?"

It was his shoe.

Somehow, my drink had become empty again, and I stood with plans to refill it. You stood to join me, and we stumbled into the hallway. 

It was dark; the lights were out, and I tripped over something. I caught myself, but you evidently tripped over the same thing, and grabbed onto my arm to steady yourself. I caught you, and we stood there in the darkened hallway laughing at ourselves.

"You know," you started as we paused, "it's not as hard to find a woman who likes having a cock in her mouth as you think."

"You don't say?"

"Sure. I'm just saying."

"You're just saying."

"I'm just saying," you were facing me, and slid your right hand to the top of my left shoulder, "lots of women love it."

"I don't know that I believe you," I grinned. "And what about you? What are your thoughts on the matter? Do you love it?"

You giggled and brought your face close to my left ear, whispering to me. "Uh huh. Yeah. I do love it. In fact, I think your cock should be in my mouth right now."

You leaned against me, and I kissed the side of your neck.

We never made it back downstairs to refresh our beverages.

I slid a hand to your ass, and gripped it tightly with my fingers. We guided one another to a darkened, empty, spare bedroom down the hall, and closed the door behind us.

As the door closed, I slid my right hand to your face, my thumb below your ear, my fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. I pulled you to me, and brought my face to your own, kissing you in the darkness. Pressed close to me, you could feel me hardening through my pants against you. You reached down and, pressing your hand against the bulge in my trousers, slipped your tongue into my mouth.

There was a blur. Your shirt was on the floor. My pants were discarded and kicked to one side. Your breasts were in my hands, your nipples hardening between my fingers. Your own fingers were wrapped around my cock, massaging it, stroking it, feeling it harden and throb in your hand. You cupped my balls and massaged them gently.

There was evidently a bed in the room, we tripped over and fell onto it.

I kissed your neck, and was working my way to your chest when you stopped me.

"Nuh uh." You said. "I need it. I need you to give it to me. I need to taste it," your fingers wrapped around me, squeezing me.

I rolled over onto my back. "Ask, and ye shall receive." 

My hand on your head, I guided your face to where it needed to go. When I felt your hot breath on the head of my cock, I stiffened even more. You kissed my tip, and licked it once, giggling. I pressed on your head, and slid your mouth completely down around me, moaning softly as I felt the warmth of your mouth wrapping around my aching hardness.

"Oh...yeah...that's a good girl," I said as you worked, licking and sucking, sliding me in and out of your mouth, your one hand holding onto me while your other massaged my balls.

You were off to my left side, half kneeling, half laying across me as you sucked on me. I slid my hand between your knees, between your legs, my thumb pressed against your inner thigh and sliding all the way towards you. 

I discovered, much to my delight, that you were completely shaved, and, sliding my finger between your delicate lips, toyed gently with your clit. You moaned breathily around my cock, but did not stop working me, never once taking me out of your mouth. Your breathing became heavier and more ragged – as did mine.

It was only when I slid a finger, and then two, into you that you stopped for a moment. You were positively dripping. My other hand went back to your head as I slid my cock back into your mouth. You worked me twice as hard, licking and sucking, feeling me, hard and throbbing between your lips, on your tongue.

I worked my fingers inside of you, massaging your clit at the same time with my thumb. I could feel you tightening around them as I did, just as your lips tightened around me as you worked. 

"Give it to me," you paused to say. "I want to taste you. I want you to fill my mouth with cum." You took me back into your mouth, and milked me with your lips and tongue. I could feel myself getting harder – and closer. I could feel my balls beginning to tighten as they prepared for what was next. And I could feel you beginning to tighten around my fingers, your pussy hot and wet as you rode my hand.

I had an idea. I worked my fingers more deeply into you, and massaged you inside and out simultaneously, firmly, relentlessly. You ground yourself against me with my fingers in you up to the knuckle. You were so tight, so hot, so wet.

You slid your mouth off of me and whispered, "oh god...you....you're gonna make me....you're gonna...oh god...I'm gonna cum...you're gonna make me...."

My right hand pressed you back down, bringing your mouth completely down around my cock. My left hand alternated between firm massages and purposeful squeezes, my fingers in you, my thumb on your clit.

You started to buck on my hand, your pussy gripping my fingers rhythmically, tightening around them as you gushed, as you came, as you whimpered and moaned around my cock in your mouth, shivering, trembling as your orgasm took you. Your back arched, and your raised your hips a bit higher, bringing your face lower around me.

And as I felt you cum on my fingers, slicking my hand with wetness, and as you brought your face lower against me, I could no longer hold back. As you were cumming, the head of my cock nearly to the back of your throat, my hips were bucking, my body losing control, and I burst, exploding, filling your mouth, coating your throat and tongue with burst after burst of my hot cum.

We laid there like that for several minutes. I could feel the aftershocks trembling inside of you. You licked me clean and swallowed me down like a good girl.

After a while, we rearranged ourselves, getting under the covers and pressing close against one another.

Your hair smelled like a fruity shampoo.

We kissed and fondled tenderly.

"You came in my mouth pretty hard." I could hear you grinning in the darkness. Am I going to get to feel you cumming that hard inside of me?"

"Yes," I replied, my arm wrapped around you, my hand on your breast, "I've filled your mouth, and I plan to do the same to that hot, wet pussy of yours before too long."

You pressed back against me.

"Fill me. Fill me with your every last drop..."

We never did return to the party.