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Halloween Masque

By: kinpatsu



We were laying there, surrounded by a mess of sheets that only a complete rebuild of the bed would fix. At the moment we were curled in each others arms admiring the sweaty looks of complete satiation, but the lethargy of that same satiation was lurking. I was looking forward to napping with her cuddled into my shoulder, but she wanted to talk. Well, I can do that too.

"Hmmm. That was nice," she hummed into my chest. Her fingers were running through my hair and she'd poured her body into a shape that fitted nicely with my crude form. "Do you suppose we can do that again this evening?"

"I'll have to check my appointment book," I mumbled sleepily. "But baring any meetings with world leaders or captains of industry, I think I can work you in."

"Tease. Don't think that I couldn't talk you into it any time, anywhere."

"Yes dear," was my noncommittal answer.

"You had better be paying attention," she reproved me with a cliche, "because there will be a test on this."

I opened one eye, and tried to assume a more energetic pose. "Okay, I'm awake now."

"Good. We've been invited to a party."

Now I opened both eyes, and unintentionally let a little annoyance creep into my voice. "You know I don't care much for parties."

"Oh, you'll like this party," she continued. "It's a Halloween party, and it's given by a friend of mine every year."

"Like a costume party?" I asked, becoming somewhat interested. 

"Actually it's a Masquerade. She calls it the Masque de Corpus." She grinned evilly. "The masquerade of the flesh."

I know a little bit of the various languages based in latin and realized that she'd given this a trifle loose translation. "How appropriate for a Halloween party. Do all the guests arrive wearing toe tags?"

"What an interesting notion!" she exclaimed thoughtfully. "But no, that wouldn't work well. The whole idea of a masquerade is to wear a mask. And this party is all a game, with rules."

"Oh? I suppose that's fair. What good is a game without rules for me to break?" 

On hearing this she grabbed a rogue hair from my chest and pulled it out. "Do you want to know about this or not?"

"Ouch! Hey, don't do that. Or at least pick the grey ones." I was intentionally egging her on, knowing what it would probably lead to. This time she grabbed a handful and tugged ominously. "Okay, okay! Tell me about the masquerade, the game, and the rules. Please?"

"Now I'm not sure you're interested. Oh well. I'll tell you anyway." Thankfully she released her hold on my hair and cuddled back into a comfortable position. "The rules are simple. Because this is Halloween your costume and mask have to be scary. No clowns or magic princesses or politicians."

"I don't know," I interrupted, "Clowns and politicians scare me."

"Well, now that you mention it, they scare me too," she admitted. "But they aren't very Halloweeny. Use your imagination. Then your costume has to have a mask that you can take off at midnight."

"Why at midnight?"

"Because that's the game!" she said brightly. "That's the last rule: you have to arrive in costume and alone, and you can't know what your partner is wearing. Then the trick is to mingle around and try to find your partner. Then at midnight you both take off your masks and see how good you were at figuring it out."

"But what if I end up with someone else at midnight?" I had to ask. "That could be awkward."

"Oh, I wouldn't mind. It happens all the time. I know most of the people who will be there and the odds are you'll end up with somebody interesting. I've been to this party four times now." She looked at me almost pleadingly. "I really want to go. My last boyfriend was an old-stick-in-the-mud and wouldn't go with me."

I had a suspicion that there was more to this party than she was letting on, but in the six months we had been dating I had found her totally open and fun to be around. If she had been to this before then there could be no surprises for her, and because of her I was beginning to be more and more open to different ways of having fun. I was nervous about what could happen at this party and I had my suspicions about what was going to go on, but I was willing to give it a go. 

She poked me in the ribs. "Hey, did you fall asleep again? You got awfully quiet."

"Oh no. Just thinking about costume ideas," I lied unconvincingly. "But I'm willing to go if you promise to be there and make sure I'll have a good time."

"If you go, and make an effort to meet people you'll have a great time," she said and smiled. "And I promise I'll be there to keep you out of trouble."

"Yes, but who's going to keep you out of trouble?" I asked half in seriousness.

"I'll tell you something," she replied. "I absolutely won't get into any more trouble than you will." 

I examined the way she phrased that and I wasn't totally reassured. "Okay. Now I just have one question: What costume should I wear?"

She giggled against my shoulder. "Now now, that's against the rules. I'm sure you'll think of something, but just wait until you see mine!"

"Will it cover up this?" I asked cupping her buttock with a free hand.

She giggled again, and moved my other hand to her breast. "It'll cover this too, but if you're really good you'll be able to figure out who I am without seeing anything irrelevant like these."

"I'm not sure I'm that good." I said as I slipped my opposite hand down her ass and between her legs. "Maybe I'll need to do a thorough inspection to be sure I have the right pussy."

"You do that," she said quietly, "and I think you had better practice a little right now so you don't make any mistakes."

I've had plenty of practice, but what the hell. Practice makes perfect.

****

Over the next couple of weeks I tried to worm more information out of her, but she flatly refused to budge on any details. She wouldn't give me any idea of what costume she would wear, or what I should wear. I had set an arbitrary deadline as to when I needed to have my costume figured out and that date was getting nervously closer by the day. 

Finally, and at almost the last minute, I was clobbered by inspiration. A university friend of mine had collected a number of classical greek theater masks, one of which was Oedipus. Although the argument could be made that Oedipus was more a tragic figure than a scary one, I thought that any man who had gouged out his own eyes could be frightening enough with a little imagination. I found a reasonable facsimile of a greek toga at the university costume shop to compliment the mask. It would have to do. 

The day of the party Faye gave me a little card with the address to the party on the back. "Just go here and knock on the front door. Give them this card and someone will let you in and get you started. I'm going to go over to a friends house and get ready. She'll drive me over and I'll meet you there." She grinned at me, and her nipples stuck out happy and hard. "That is, if you can figure out who I am."

"So that's it. No help at all for poor old me."

"I gave you the address," she replied. "That's all you're going to get." I gave her my best lost puppy-dog look. She rolled her eyes at me, and finally said, "Okay, THIS is all you're going to get. If you come up to me and strike up a conversation, I'll answer any question you ask completely truthfully, unless you ask my name or anything else about my identity. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough. Although, if you come up to me and do the same thing, I reserve the right to lie through my teeth." I was feeling a little bit persnickety. 

"By which I will know you in an instant," she laughed. "Have fun, and I'll see you there.

And she was gone.

In all honesty I was getting into the spirit of the thing, though I was still apprehensive. I got out the toga and put it on, admiring the fact that it fit perfectly and even seemed flattering on me. It was long, and nearly swept the floor even on my frame. It had come with a fairly complicated pair of lace up sandals that fit me tolerably well, but it had no undergarments. 

'Fuck it,' I thought. 'I'm not wearing any.' There was always the chance that I could get lucky in a back room and this was just the kind of thing to set Faye off. Then again, knowing Faye it might not be a back room. Fully dressed I quite looked the part of a Greek patriarch. I picked up the mask and regarded myself.

It was a stylized beaten copper thing, showing a bearded man's face in an expression of complete anguish and no eyes. The eye sockets were deep set and had small holes behind them for the wearer to see out of, and more holes to breath and speak in the area of the nose and mouth. To hold it in place the artist had attached what amounted to a hair net to make it very secure. It was even comfortable. 

But it still wasn't very scary. I had purchased a bottle of fake blood which, if tasted, was faintly sweet and very realistic. Dribbling a little into both eye sockets and letting it flow out and down the cheeks did the trick, as I had hoped it would. I guessed I was ready.

I glanced at the clock and realized my dawdling over the costume had eaten up most of the afternoon. It was time to go. 

Following the address to a fairly affluent part of town I arrived fashionably late by about ten minutes. The house I had found was in excellent repair, and seemed to have been built in the late forties. There was a lot of parking available, and by the way the cars were parked most of the people here were familiar with the place. As I parked I estimated by the number of cars that between twenty and thirty people had arrived already.

Adjusting my mask I headed up towards the door. I almost hesitated before knocking, but managed to dig up a little courage and rapped sharply. 

At the door appeared one of the most indecently dressed women I have ever seen, taking into account that not one square inch of her skin could be seen. Ostensibly it was a leopard costume composed almost entirely of spandex. The leopard-spot material was most interesting in that the black spots were opaque, but the cream color was translucent. One nipple was apparent, and the tightness of the material made it clear that she not only had no panties, she also had been shaved to within and inch of her life. 

On her hands she wore what amounted to gloves with claws attached. The claws were soaked in something resembling the fake blood dripping from my eye sockets. On her head was a mask that covered everything except her mouth, which was graced with a set of fangs that also were stained red. I didn't know how the tail was attached, but I resolved to find out over the course of the evening.

This incredible costume confirmed my suspicions about this party. Things were going to happen.

"OOOH!" she squealed when she opened the door. "What a great mask! Have you got your ticket?" 

I gave her the card with the address on the back. "Do you mean this?"

"Of course," she said, taking my arm and pulling me inside. "This must be your first time then. I'm here to show you around and answer questions."

Once we were inside the foyer she looked me up and down with a critical eye. "Because nobody is supposed to know who anybody else is we all have to pick a name for the evening. You're Oedipus, of course." She touched herself provocatively on the left breast, indicating herself. "And I'm Sunday. Welcome to the Masque de Corpus!"

"Thank you," I replied. "Let me tell you that your costume is quite fetching. Are you the hostess?"

"Maybe," she said evasively, "but probably not. It wouldn't be any fun if it was the hostess who answered the door, because everybody would know at least who SHE was." 

She directed me into a room that was much larger than I expected in a house of this vintage. It was scattered with couches, chairs, small tables of obscene finger foods and drinks, and a fascinating variety of costumed people. Some were highly erotic, some were not. "So instead," she continued, "all of us regulars draw secret lots to see who will work the door each year. We do somewhat the same thing with other necessary tasks."

My eyes were wandering over her lovely form, only partly concealed by her costume. "Yeah, this costume has been a big hit this year," she sparkled. "You'll probably notice that there aren't any other female cats of any kind in here. After the first couple of years we found that about half of the women would come as some kind of cat, so we made that part of the lottery as well. One woman is chosen each year to be the cat, and she can design her own costume. So you really like it?"

Like it? I wanted to rip it off of her with my teeth. "I think I'm impressed as much with what's inside it as the costume itself. They're both splendid."

"Oh, you're sweet. You don't suppose we're partners?" She asked breathily.

Sunday was a good three inches short of Faye's long form, but I wasn't ready to rebuff this delightful creature. "I really can't say yet. It would be too much good fortune to have happened this quickly, I think."

"I suppose you're right," she said with a pout. "I have to get back to the door anyway. Why don't you mingle about? I'm sure you'll find someone to talk to." With that she turned and started to slink back towards the foyer. 

But before she had taken a full step she stopped and turned. Then she astonished me by pulling my mask up just enough to expose my mouth and kissed me. As kisses go I would rate it an eleven. Or possibly a twelve. On a scale of one to six. 

She wrapped her arms around me and squished her lovely breasts tantalizingly into my chest and lightly brushed her lips against mine before planting a wet and sensuously tender smack dead on the middle. I had opened my mouth to protest only to find the tasty morsel of her tongue enter my mouth and playfully stoke mine for hours. 

After ten seconds or so she pulled away and smiled, pulling my mask back down but not breaking the clinch. "I just had to check," she said breathlessly. "If you can't figure out your partner by ten, come find me." She smiled and gradually moved back, dragging one of my hands up to caress her breast before turning and walking away. I just sat there breathlessly and watched her lovely ass wiggle across the room and out the archway.

"Well, that's one down and only nineteen or so to go!" commented a beefy man standing next to me. He was dressed rather conservatively as a lion, with a large clay mask and what looked like coffee colored pajamas with a tail sewn into them. In his hand he held a good representation of a martini, sans olive. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Leo." 

He offered his hand, which had false nails glued onto it that were dripping red and filed to points. I took it and was rewarded with a firm but not powerful handshake. "Oedipus," I answered. 

"How appropriate for this party," he answered. "I'm sure it will draw the more maternal of our fairer guests to you." With that we both chuckled. 

"Are there really twenty women I need to interview tonight?" I asked.

He took a sip of his martini and pondered. "This your first time, eh? I thought so. Rumor has it that there are twenty couples this year. Although Alice has been know to start false rumors."

"Who's Alice?" 

"You don't even know that much? Well, I suppose I could tell you but you don't want to spend your time talking to ME." He set his drink down and made a megaphone with his hands. "Hey Ruby!" he hollered over the murmur of the crowd.

Across the room a figure in red turned from the dinosaur she was speaking with and made her way in a sexy stroll to where we stood. " 'Gotta fellow here you need to meet." Leo said, and wandered away to pinch the ass of a witch. The ass wiggled, and so did the witch.

The woman in front of me was pleasingly plump and delightfully curvaceous. Her costume was an atypical red devil that quite deviously (devilishly?) complimented a waterfall of red hair spilling out a hole in the back of her mask. The mask itself was tight to her head and sported a pair of curved horns. The rest of her body was preternaturally covered by tight red satin except for a pair of knee high black leather boots and elbow length black opera gloves. Her perfume smelled of sulfur. 

"Oedipus!" she made the word a welcome through blood red lips, the only part of her face not covered. "So good to meet you." She winked at me through a lattice of lace.

"An honor, my lady," I answered and took her hand, touching it to my mask's mouth briefly. "I would have guessed 'Lila', but 'Ruby'?"

She laughed sensuously, making her flesh dance under the tight fabric. "That was my plan early in the evening, but I arrived late and there already was a Lila. Sunday dubbed me Ruby, for obvious reasons."

"Indeed," I replied as she took my arm and guided me to a couch. "She's a woman of exceptional taste."

I sat heavily down near the middle of the small couch, somewhat appropriately called a loveseat. Little Ruby surprised me then by slipping an arm around my neck and sliding down to lay horizontally on the loveseat with her legs crossed over my lap. "She is. I infer from that comment that you've tasted her?"

I had placed one arm around her shoulders, supporting her, and the other I placed casually on her thigh. I'm certain she couldn't tell, but I felt my eyebrow raise at the frankness of her question. "Not as deeply as I would have liked," I replied self-consciously. It seemed the appropriate answer and it was obvious that such things were common at this party. It was obvious what was going to happen later, so I resolved to accept the spirit of the thing.

"I'm sure you'll get your chance before too long. If I'm not mistaken, almost everybody is here." She cuddled up closer to me, pressing a large, well formed tit between us. "In the meantime, would you care to judge my taste?"

With that she uncrossed her legs and separated her thighs slightly to show that my hand was enticingly close to a convenient slit in her costume. It began in unknown territory beneath her and was unzipped upwards to just above her delightful clitoris, showing a hint of red hair. Her full lips were slightly moist and a bright rose in color. "Go ahead," she purred against my ear, "taste me."

Her firm bottom was up against my thigh, and her legs were concealing what may have been the most sudden erection I had ever had. There is some doubt in my mind that I could have refused her if I wanted to. I certainly didn't want to! My hand was close enough that a slow slide to her dew covered pussy only took seconds. I rubbed them up and down, briefly pausing on her clitoris. Sliding a finger up inside her was a simple matter due to the excess honey she was providing. I reveled in her moan against my ear.

In a moment I removed my finger and slipped it up under my mask to suck like a perfect lollypop. Ruby crossed her legs again, squeezing her thighs in a gesture that implied impatience. "So what's the verdict?" she breathed in my ear.

"An excellent vintage, to be savored and broken out for very special occasions," was my honest answer. She tasted good!

"Mmmm Hmmm," she replied, reaching down to stroke my penis through the toga. "So, how's your mother?"

Surprised by this, I let out a guffaw. "She's here somewhere, I'm sure. She's not too possessive, so you needn't worry." Then I remembered the reason we had been introduced, or one of them. "Leo there suggested I ask you about Alice. Is she our hostess?"

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "So you're new this year and don't know her. I wouldn't have guessed." She never stopped stroking me gently, but she did wiggle around a bit to make herself more comfortable. The position she had originally taken was more provocative than practical. I settled in with her head near my ear and my hands on her body in scandalous places to have our conversation.


Halloween Masque



"Well," she continued, "Alice is the hostess, and she's the one who started all of it. She still waves the baton, but it takes more than one woman to put on a party of this magnitude. Originally she had done it because her marriage was getting stale, and she wanted to spice it up. It turns out that both she and her husband liked it, and they found a circle of friends who felt the same."

"Do you know who she is tonight?" I asked, worried that I might be committing a breach of etiquette.

"I'm not certain, but I've narrowed it down a bit," she countered. "If you're interested in her, then I'll give you a couple of hints. Are you?"

"Perhaps," I responded. "But as for right now I'm more interested in the person on my lap. I'm relatively certain you're not my partner, but I certainly want to make sure!" 

"'Perhaps' my over used fanny!" she grasped my penis rather playfully, "I know we aren't partners, though it would be my pleasure to pretend. But no, I think looking for Alice is a good pretense to go looking for your partner. Who is she, by the way?" 

"Because we both know you aren't her, I hope it isn't bad form to tell you. Have you met Faye?"

Ruby seemed prone to outbursts and exclamations. "Oooooh. That makes you Andrew. She told us you were a sweetheart. She was right of course." With that she slipped off my lap and stood up. 

She leaned over and kissed my mask unnecessarily. "Go see if you can find a tall, slender brunette with a fantastic ass. Alice is just about the best fuck you'll ever have, and I'm in a position to know!"

I held on to her hand preventing her from leaving immediately. "But I don't know your real name yet," I stated.

"That you have to earn. I'll see you again later," and she walked away.

So now I was on my own. I quickly surveyed the room, looking for a tall, slender brunette with a great ass, only to discover that there were six or eight who could fit the bill, with a number of them concealing their hair to make it more difficult. Worse, Faye could fit those same characteristics well enough. 

Sunday had come in from the foyer and was speaking to an obscene lizard who's costume seemed to be mostly body paint. I was tempted to simply ask her to be my partner for the evening and not worry about the effort of finding Faye directly, but the possibility of meeting more possible partners had piqued my curiosity. My eyes kept coming back to one striking woman.

She was tall enough to be Faye, and also slender enough to fit the description of either woman. Her hair was a black, fizzed out mess as if she had put her tongue in an electrical socket. Her mask was a simple affair of reptile skin with a shear black covering over her eyes to conceal them. The costume she had chosen seemed constructed of little more than black tissue paper, and in form was a long black dress. It was split up the side to nearly her breast and came down so far in the back that it showed off a touch of her beautiful ass. 

I stepped up to her side where she was sitting in what would be considered an intimate position in any other setting with a man in a simple robe. He carried a wooden oar and his mask had no features whatsoever. "Pardon my intrusion, but I have a question for the lady." I began, feeling very intrusive.

"Not at all," said the blank face. "That's the nature of this party. I'll leave you in the more than capable hands of Morgan la Fey." The figure stood, bowed, and said "My regards to your brother," then sauntered away.

"Thanks, Charon," she called after him. "I'll see you later!" Then she turned to me. "Oedipus! I saw you come in and was wondering when you'd work your way around to me." She took my hand and directed me down on the couch next to her where she slid up close against me. "You're lucky to have escaped form Ruby."

"But I no longer have a soul to sell," I countered. "What danger could I be in?"

"Silly man. I know who she is. Most of us do because it's so hard to conceal her luscious body and that incredible fountain of hair. If she hadn't left you I'm sure you would still be by her side, or on top of her, or underneath her at the unmasking."

"I must confess that this is probably the case." I answered truthfully. "Although a king and blind I have all the frailties of the weaker sex in that area."

"You're implying that man is the weaker sex?" she said, astonished.

"Was there ever a doubt?" I answered while trying to guess what she looked like under all that window dressing.

"I don't suppose there is. It's just that males in general won't usually admit it." She crossed her legs, and in the process uncovered her thigh and quite a bit of torso. At the same time she leaned towards me to an intimate level and spoke quietly and intimately. "You said you had a question for me. I hope it's a good question, and not just a ruse to get rid of poor Charon."

Chuckling quietly I gazed down at her delightful breasts. They were only partly concealed by the tissue like fabric of her dress. "In fact it's probably neither," I admitted. "I'm searching for two women, and I thought you may be able to help me."

"It's a little bit early," she replied thoughtfully and cuddled up even closer to me, "but I think that might be arranged."

I had to roll my eyes at that. "That's not quite what I meant," I said without concern. "I'm looking for my partner, of course, and I'm also looking for Alice. I've been given a basic description of her, and both my partner and Alice could look like you. Is everything clear now?"

This brought a more simple smile to her face. "If your partner can be compared to Alice, then she must be beautiful indeed."

"I certainly think so, but I've never seen Alice. I only have a few clues as to what she may look like. Can you add anything to what I've been told?"

"I'm certain I can, though it may depend on what you've been told." She seemed determined to distract me. As she spoke she was slipping a hand up under my toga and placing it on my thigh. "Why don't you tell me what you know?"

"Okay," I said while trying to ignore her evil hand. "Apparently she's tall, slender, and brunette. She also has a fantastic ass. Does that help?"

"Of course. And since I can infer that your partner is equally tall, slender, and brunette with a fantastic ass that I look like her as well?"

I looked at her closely trying to determine if it actually was Faye. "You certainly could be," I told her, "but then again so could four or five others in this room."

"But I could also be Alice for all you know," she stated and stood up gracefully. "Perhaps it would help if you were to judge how fantastic MY ass is?" At that she turned slowly and made a motion that caused her dress to fall away to the front, revealing a nicely formed pair of smooth globes at the top of her long legs. Between the cheeks I could just make out a pair of luscious pink lips totally denuded of fur.

Taking this as an invitation I casually caressed one cheek in such a manner that I pulled her back down onto the couch next to me. In the process I swept the dress off to one side a bit so that I could just see the mound of love itself. It was bare as a babies bottom, and had a small stylized rose tattooed in black to one side where a bikini would just barely cover it. 

From these two facts I concluded it was not Faye. She rarely or never shaved herself completely for she seemed to delight in shaping her pubic hair into various shapes and designs. She certainly didn't have a tattoo. However, I decided to play the game. "It is indeed a fantastic ass, (this was undeniably true!) and I would be as proud to have it on my partner as the equally attractive unit she came equipped with. However I still have no idea if you are either of the two I'm looking for, or neither."

I slipped my hand down and covered her lascivious cunt with her dress, then laid a casual hand on her breast and searched for a nipple through the material. It was right where it was supposed to be. "So let's assume you are neither, and you can tell me something else about Alice. Perhaps I will be inspired."

She boldly took my hand and slid it up under the material and back on to the bare breast. "That's better. Okay, Alice has small and very firm breasts, much like mine. She loves to have her nipple lightly pinched, and pulled slightly. Yes, exactly like that. She also has long, shapely legs and her hair is short." She sighed as I continued to minister to her nipple. 

"What hair are we talking about?" I asked and moved to the other breast.

"Sorry, chum. You'll have to figure that out for yourself." I noticed her off hand slyly working it's way under her dress on the far side of the couch. With my spare hand I gently stopped it. She looked me in the eyes, "So are you going to do it for me?"

"No. I'm playing with your tits, and I'm going off to continue my search here in a minute. I want you concentrating on them until I leave." With that I pulled the material of her dress off to one side, exposing one lovely teat, and pulling my mask up slightly surrounded the nipple with my lips. I felt her hand on the back of my head, keeping me there as I lightly sucked and pulled on the ruby-hard bit of sensitive flesh. Her moaning became music and her opposite hand came up to squeeze her other nipple. 

I continued the dance of nipple and tongue for some minutes, then pulled back allowing my breath to cool her flesh. Then I tenderly kissed it and returned it to it's owner. "You're quite skilled," she said breathlessly. "Your partner must be very happy with you."

I leaned over and kissed her briefly on the mouth before pulling my mask back down and standing up. "She certainly says she is. How's a guy to judge?"

She just laughed, and shook her tits back under the thin curtain of her dress. "I wish you luck, Oedipus."

"And you, Morgana."

In this way I spoke with and got to know four more women in the next few hours. All four of them could have been Alice, and three of these could have been Faye. Each of the encounters was intense, highly erotic, and ended just before consummation. In looking around between meetings I noticed similar play going on all around the room, to the muted hum of a nondescript background music. 

In one corner a woman in an incredible scaled lizard outfit was sucking on the cock of a man in a great bear costume. Then, on a couch not far from where I was nibbling the ear of a witch, a much differently dressed witch had stripped to the waist and was rubbing her tits in front of a man painted in green and wearing only ragged pants and no shoes. The green mans hands were chained together and shackled to his feet. In another corner a man in a cyclops mask had his hand under the leather skirt of a gladiatrix, who was directing his actions with a short leather whip. 

Some distance away from me, Morgana was sitting with two men dressed identically in Roman era short tunics, comparing their penis's. Evidently she was having a difficult time deciding. Not far from her, Ruby sat on the lap of a man who looked like a non-survivor of a train wreck. He was playing with her lovely breasts through the satin of her costume while she did something rhythmically unseen between her legs. He wasn't fucking her because the angle wouldn't match.

In fact, as I looked around I noticed that nobody was yet in a position of actual penetration. I found it quite curious as it was obviously where the whole evening was headed. To satiate my curiosity I sought out Sunday, who I found at a table nibbling on a piece of an obscenely shaped cake. 

As I came up to her she put the cake down and swarmed up to me just like the cat she was dressed as and rubbed me into a glow. "Oedipus," she asked "are you having a good time?" 

As she spoke I was putting my hands on her body. I couldn't stop them: they had minds and desires of their own. "Very much, though I fear I'm failing at my part of the game."

"It' harder than it seems, isn't it," she replied while rubbing up against me in more and more enticing ways. "But it's no big deal if you can't find her. If you've made the effort that's all that matters." 

Like a cat she was small and lithe. I picked her up and carried her to an unoccupied couch. These were getting scarce as couples were relaxing to neck and more. I half-sat half-reclined on the couch and tried to draw her down with me, but she resisted. This puzzled me, until she explained. "It's my tail," she said turning and presenting her shapely bottom to me. "I have to take it out before I sit down. Do you want to help?" 

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I was even less sure how it was attached. It certainly wasn't sewn into the stretchy material of her costume, because it would have made it sag. It also seemed clear that it didn't have any kind of harness underneath. Due to the partially transparent nature of her outfit anything like that would have shown.

"How can I help?" I was forced to ask.

"Just take hold of it up close to my ass and pull gently," she said, and bent over slightly placing her hands on the arm of the couch. I took hold of the tail and pulled down cautiously. It came out easily, and was revealed to be attached to a fairly large butt-plug. There had been a convenient hole sewed into the costume where the tail had been removed. I laid the tail down at the end of the couch and drew her down with me.

"It's not that I really wanted it out," she confided, "but it's just not comfortable to wear that thing when I'm sitting down." She grinned her Cheshire Cat grin at me and pulled an unused hand onto her ass. "Having that thing up my ass has kept me right on the edge all night. I'm looking forward to getting off."

"You've been so nice to me, maybe I can help you with that." I said placing my hand on her thigh and massaging it lightly. My other hand I used to explore up her torso until I had possession of a firm breast. "To tell you the truth, I've been surprised that nobody has been fucking yet. Am I missing something?"

"Nobody told you? I suppose it's my fault then. I was the door girl and I knew you were new." She rolled over and took a position where she could dry hump my leg and use her hands to touch me. I put both hands on her ass and used them to encourage her. "Nobody can actually fuck until ten o'clock. That's one of the rules. Technically nobody is supposed to orgasm until then either, but with what's going on there's always a few guys, and a couple of women, who jump the gun. Whoever you're with at ten is who you get to fuck. If that person doesn't suit you, then you can try somebody else until you decide who you want to be with at the unmasking at midnight. Have you got it straight now?"

Ah-ha! Now it made more sense. I glanced at an old fashioned grandfather clock and noticed that it was about quarter 'till ten. "How lucky for me that I found you unattended. Will you be my partner at ten?" I asked.

She grinned at me. "I decided when you first got here that I was going to fuck you. It is nice to be asked though. If I keep doing this for the next few minutes I doubt that you would throw me off and go looking for someone else." What I could see of her face showed a scared little girl expression. "You wouldn't do that, would you?"

I had an erection of varying stiffness almost every minute since I first saw her standing in the doorway. Several women had made me so horny that I would have got myself off had there been a private place to do so. If this lovely creature was going to fuck me she was correct: there was no chance I would say no. "I'm dying to be inside you. I wouldn't throw you off if my partner were to show up now and demand it."

"You won't regret it," she replied, and moved from dry humping my leg to dry humping the erection that was plan to see even through the loose robes of my toga. "In just a few minutes we'll get this off of you and see just what kind of creature you really are."

My hands were obediently on her ass, caressing them gently with the rhythm of her motion. I could feel the sensuous and highly intoxicating flesh beneath the thin material as if I were holding the bare skin itself. In moving them around I located the convenient hole where the tail had come through. As I found it she gave a quick intake of breath. It was very quiet, but her mouth was then right next to my ear and I had been listening to her breathing becoming deeper and more passionate as we worked ourselves up.

With an unused finger I explored the crevasse in all it's bare glory, finding some residual lubrication from the insertion of that wonderful tail still wreathing her tight hole. In my ear I heard an almost imperceptible "Yes," as I probed the hole gently. I felt it relax to my administration, and I began a gentle finger fuck of her delightful ass-hole. 

This only caused her to dry hump my toga enshrouded cock more furiously. As she reached the top of each stroke the pain of waiting would almost cause me to stop her. The need to be inside of her was all consuming, and distracting in a way that even the worst teasing that Faye had indulged in didn't accomplish. 

"Sunday," I finally had to ask breathlessly, "there's someone who desperately needs your help."

"If you think you're getting rid of me that easily..." she replied in a quiet piqued voice.

"That someone is being rubbed into a frenzy by your actions," I quickly reminded her, "and needs you to remove at least part of the barrier between you."

With that she sat upright and I could see a smile of delightful anticipation on her mouth and in her eyes. "Well,' she said " I think I can be that accommodating." 

She stood up, which was a delight to watch as I could see her small but wantonly erect nipples bounce in the shear fabric. She pulled me upright along side of her and drew the upper parts of my toga off my shoulders and dropped them down to the floor. I stood there now dressed only in those odd sandals which were laced up to my knees, and my bronze mask. On the way back up she paused a moment to kiss my now obvious erection.

"Hmmm," she remarked as she withdrew to allow an almost painful cool to surround it's glistening head, "What a tasty treat you've brought for me. I love the taste some men produce long before they come."

"Feel free to taste all you want," was my dreamy answer. 

Her reaction to this invitation was to simply kiss the head gently and push me backwards onto the couch again. Thankfully she followed me down and pressed her still spandex enshrouded pussy onto my eager cock. She continued to dry hump me, though by now it wasn't very dry. The thin material of her costume was soaking in her pussy juice and a heavenly fragrance was drifting up between us.

Before long she took my hands again and moved them down to her ass. As wonderful as it was I only gave them a a perfunctory stroke with a piddling tease of her ass-hole. Then I moved both my hands up to cress her lovely breasts and hold her small nipples between my fingers. Her initial reaction to the removal of my hands from ass was disappointment, which turned to eagerness as I managed to make her nipples grow and become more sensitive. 

"Oh," she breathed quietly, "I can't wait for you to be bare to me, inside of me." I couldn't have agreed more, and my impatience was growing as fast as my cock and her nipples combined. "It won't be long now," she added in a long exhale of breath. 

I had lost any perception that there was anybody else in the room as Sunday became my whole universe. I hardly noticed when the lights gradually drew down low and a general sigh of contentment flowed through the whole room. "Now," she commanded me quietly, "nows the time to begin."

Here I fumbled a bit trying to force my teased erection through the understandably tough fabric of her costume. She sat up and laughed happily at my frustration. "Here," she added, "let me help." With these words she took hold of the stretchy material at the neckline and it tore obediently from neck to the crotch in one long pull. "Now can you handle it?"




Halloween Masque



"I certainly intend to," was all I could say. Thankfully she dropped down onto my chest so that I could feel her heavenly breasts press naked against my flesh and wiggled sexily on top of me until she got the head of my prick lodged properly. 

Here, however, she didn't press her advantage. "Tell me you want it," she said while pulling back a touch and spreading the head of my prick with her excess personal lubricant.

I was a complete slave to her passions. At that moment I could do nothing but what she asked. "I want it more than my life. I want inside you."

She wiggled more furiously, but still didn't let me in. "Tell me there's no pussy like mine."

I decided to lay it on heavy. "Your pussy is one if the finest of instruments of any kind in the world. Rich men would render themselves paupers for just one motion of bliss within you." I was laying it on so thick it sounded ridiculous. "The talent between your legs is only rivaled by your incomparable beauty and charming selflessness. Please, I beg you to fuck me, if only for a moment!"

Of course she laughed at this, but I think she knew that what I said was nothing but the truth. At least at that moment. "How can I turn down a request as well lubricated as that?" was her reply as she took me deeply inside of her and began the delightful dance. 

Though I was erect before, I felt myself grow even harder as she rode me. She was extremely wet and I could feel the excess flow down around my cock and soak my skin and hair at the base. With each motion she moved up and a cool breeze flowed between us making the resulting collision of our bodies that much more of a pleasant relief. 

Inside of her was a haven of slippery tightness. Her pussy was small and exquisitely tight in all the right places. It was a joy to be in her even when we weren't moving together as one. Somehow each of her movements was timed to give her the maximum pleasure, but all the while I couldn't ask for her to move in any other way than how she wanted to move. 

I had been close when we started, due to the extended foreplay we had been engaged in. And not just together. Each of my encounters of the evening had kept me in a state of eager readiness until this moment. I was holding myself off with shear willpower and thoughts of icebergs when I felt her begin to rise up in tension and a floodgate of tremors exploded through her.

Her happy orgasm produced not only her outward signs of bliss, but also a rolling series of contractions within her vagina itself. I couldn't possibly have staved off my own orgasm through that. I let myself release in beautiful spasms, filling her delighted pussy with messy fluid.

For the duration of our communion Sunday had oscillated between holding herself upright on her arms to sitting upwards and exposing her bosom to my gaze and her own touch. Now with the draining of both our energies she dropped down and we mutually embraced each other. Even now she continued a gentle pumping motion as she hummed contentment privately with me. 

"Now that looked wonderful," came a familiar voice. I don't know at what point Ruby had come upon us, but obviously she had witnessed at least the culmination of our efforts. She sat down on the floor next to us and ran her glove encased hands over whatever exposed portions of Sunday or myself she could reach. 

Her touch was electric to both of us, and her appearance was erotic and addictive. She had drawn the zipper up the front of her costume to expose her delicious breasts and happy belly. My erection, which had deflated to a large extent, grew at the mere sight of her. Sunday, who had jumped in pleasure at the first touch of her hands, rolled a lazy head sideways on my shoulder to gaze at the lovely woman beside us.

Under Ruby's influence Sunday reached out to cup and lift gently one beautiful tit, drawing it forward to lightly kiss the sensitive tip. "He was darling," she admitted. "I'll let you have him here in a minute."

Ruby gave a knowing DaVinci smile and slid as close to us as possible. "Don't rush yourself dear. Take all the time you need." Her voice and scent were causing my skin to erupt in goose-pimples.

"I NEVER rush!" exclaimed Sunday, indignant. "I'm just enjoying being filled and caressed by two wonderful people."

Ruby just laughed at this, then reached up and drew Sunday's spandex costume down her shoulders . Sunday herself raised up so that the material could be drawn fully down around her wrists and ankles; removed completely. She now rested warm and bare in my embrace, though in the process I slipped out of her. 

Returning to her flesh, Ruby gave a light massage that left her skin a mass of goose-pimples mirroring mine. "Alright sweetheart, come up here and kiss me then go and use the bidet. There's other people here that are looking forward to tasting you."

"Hey!" I interrupted, "I haven't got to taste her properly yet."

Sunday slipped off me to land comfortably in Ruby's lap and arms. They kissed tenderly and knowingly for a moment before turning to me. "You'll get your chance," replied Ruby without breaking their embrace.

"Have patience," added Sunday and stood up, the residue of our happiness running down her legs. She reached down and pulled my mask up again, as she had done so many hours before, and kissed me passionately. "Until later," she finalized and walked away. 

I sat upright to admire her walking away and at once found a fair head of red hair in my lap taking my cock into her mouth. Pulling her lips up and down in a way designed to prolong my agony and inhale as much of the mixture of her friend's and my own juices she slowly sucked me to a full erection once again. 

Finally she stopped her ministrations, turning her broad but firm bottom to my lap and slowly lowered herself down my well lubricated shaft. That previous lubrication was not necessary as she was as wet as she was earlier in the evening. She leaned forward with her hands on her knees and bounded up and down several times, slowly, before stopping with me still locked inside of her and leaning backwards in my arms. 

"Now just wait, and no moving inside me," she told me while drawing my hands up to hold breast and nipple. "We're going to play a little game: The first one to start fucking loses."

"Can we place bets on this?" I asked cupping her breasts and feeling their sensuous weight in my hands. "I'm betting on you. I'm an impatient lad." Those lovely tits were large, firm, and sagged only a little. With the support of my willing hands they sagged not at all, and I wished for a mirror to watch the show I'm sure I was making with them. 

"Well I'm an impatient girl, so we're even there," she explained. Deep inside her I felt a muscular ripple move up and down as she stroked my prick invisibly. It was not nearly enough to make me head towards climax, but it was more than enough to make me desperate for motion within her.

In response I took one of her cherry nipples between my fingers and began a gentle rolling motion. With my other hand I reached down under the satin of her costume and found the mound of full red hair that crowned her pussy. From there it was an easy task to locate her Clitoris. It was as long and nearly as big as the first joint of my little finger, and when I first touched it her body went tense and liquid. 

"That's the way," she whispered, "make me lose!"

She continued to titillate me with the vaginal calisthenics she was performing, but at the same time seemed nervous. Like she was all dressed up and had nowhere to go. Reaching up she grasped her untouched tit and wrung it heavily like a dishrag. She moved it around, pinched the nipple, and massaged the flesh vigorously. 

At the same time I had two fingers well lubricated with her sweet juices sliding on either side of her clitoris, while only occasionally running one from the bottom to the top centrally. Each time I paid attention to that lovely organ she gave an agonized intake of breath and squeezed her breast even more roughly.

About this time I noticed her flowing hair in my face, which had a delicate apple scent that for some reason complimented her sulfurish perfume. I concentrated on that combination of scents, removing the pleasure she was inciting in me to a lower part of my consciousness. Then I laid a series of gentle kisses over her neckline where it was visible just under her hair. 

It was unnecessary. After a few more minutes of this she exclaimed "Fuck it! I lose!" and stood up off my lap to drop on the carpet to her knees and elbows. "Do what I know you want to do. Fuck me."

The painful sensation of being withdrawn from her cunt was too much to stop me from doing exactly what she wanted. I knelt between her legs and took hold of her satin covered buttocks, spreading them and the access slit between them to expose her lips to my touch. I rubbed them briefly with two fingers which I subsequently brought up to my tongue to enjoy her incredible flavor. 

Almost before I was done cleaning her from my fingers, I had the head of my cock between her slippery lips. I had the presence of mind to enter slowly, but our mutual excitement was such that we began thrusting towards each other immediately. The friction of her inner membranes to my delighted cockstand brought me to a climax in short order. As the warm and energetic contractions began I felt bad that I couldn't have held out longer for her. 

This feeling was a bit premature, as with the last of my orgasmic contractions she began breathing heavily and moaning in an increasingly loud way until she was literally throwing herself backwards onto my cock while she had what obviously was a titanic orgasm. 

I had my hands on her ass still, so that I could to some extent control her motions which were an agony on my climax sensitive prick. I slowed her down to a point where I could withstand her thrusts. She continued them for some time as she cooled down, and in the end pulled herself off me to lay lethargically on the floor with a hand squeezing her battered cunt. 

"Oh my god," she whispered from the floor as I sat back up on the couch to mop my brow with the hem of my toga. "Hmmm that was good," she said in an even quieter voice. With some hesitancy born of exhaustion she climbed back up on the couch with me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing my neck gently as I had kissed hers. 

"I have to sit here and rest for a minute," she added. "Will you sit here with me a while?"

"My sweet," I replied pulling up my mask enough to kiss her tenderly on her lips, "I'd be delighted to keep you company. After an orgasm like that, much less two in a row, I don't think I could get it up for another round anyhow."

"Hmmm. If I'm not mistaken you'll have to work up for at least one more." She was cuddling herself into me in a comfortable way that said we were through with hanky-panky, but still left us in a severely intimate pose. "But we'll rest here for a while before you have to tackle that."

As Ruby settled herself I took a moment to glance around the room. I hadn't been aware of it, but there were the expected sounds of happy copulation coming from all over. Here and there, on couches chairs and the floor, and even up against the wall, couples were intimately involved with each other in many ways. I even noticed an instance of one woman being fucked by a masked man while she sucked the cock of another man. Considering the ratio of man to woman in the room, I looked around and was rewarded with a pair of women sitting next to each other on a couch indulging in a mutual finger fuck. A man sat at their feet masturbating as he watched.

Returning my gaze down and admiring Ruby's ample cleavage I felt myself regaining a measure of stiffness. She must have notice it, because it wasn't a moment before she stood up and turned towards me. "I've just got to get this costume off," she told me unnecessarily. 

Somewhat self consciously she leaned over and removed her boots, giving me a delightful view of her breasts slipping out from what little there was to confine them. Then standing up on bare feet she rolled her long black gloves down and dropped them on the floor next to the boots. This left her nearly undressed in a satin body suit unzipped from her ass to her neck. She took hold of the lapels and drew it backwards and down her arms until they were free, then moved it down over her beautiful ass until it dropped down to the floor. Stepping out of the pile of discarded satin she struck a sexy pose in only her mask and luscious white skin.

"So," she cooed and took a step towards me. "Are you ready to fuck me again?"

"Obviously I'm capable," I replied as I stroked my strengthening erection.

"Well, you don't get to right now," she reproved me. "We have to try to find Faye for you. That's the point of all this, now isn't it?"

"I can see that it doesn't really matter which one she is," I replied, "She's obviously having a good time."

"Well so were you," she laughed, "but there is a point to all of this." Sitting down next to me she pulled her boots and gloves back on. "I think it's sexier with these on, don't you?"

"With or without them you're one of the sexiest things I've ever seen."

She smiled and took my hand, pulling me up off the couch. Then she took my arm and we meandered off across the room, stopping to watch this couple and that, while my penis swelled. Thankfully Ruby reached over and stroked it from time to time. When she did this I politely reached around to caress her opposite breast, or reached down to squeeze her shapely ass. 

As we reached the far side of the room, Ruby stopped us in front of a couple happily embraced on a comfortable rug. The woman was engaged in sucking the mans cock, while he had his head between her legs presumably licking her. "Have you met Jane yet?" Ruby asked. "Jane Skellilngton?" 

I had not, and in fact, I hadn't even noticed her before. Her costume was unbelievably erotic, consisting entirely of black latex body paint. The artist had cleverly left the impression of bones by leaving strips of her creamy white skin exposed. Her pelvis was bare where the pelvic bone should be, and long bone shaped bare spots curled around her chest and breasts like ribs. Leg bones were stenciled on both the back and front of her legs, but her arms only showed bare spots down the outside. Her mask was a black ski mask with a skull stitched on the front in white satin. "No," I replied "I haven't met this lovely person, and I don't remember seeing her at all!"

"That's because she arrived wearing a long black robe and hood," Ruby confided. "She took it off back around ten, but you were too busy to notice." She looked up at me and smiled. "Do you think it could be Faye?"

I shook my head. "She could be, but at this point tonight I have no idea."

Ruby just squeezed me around the waist. "We'll wait until they're done, and you can try to find out," she said taking hold of my penis again and stroking it gently. 

In fact, it wasn't long at all before the man in front of us began breathing deeply and thrusting his hips in and out of Jane's mouth. As he did so she pulled it out slowly from her lips and milked it as sperm boiled up and out. "That was lovely, Jane." the man moaned from between her thighs. 

Apparently she had gotten off earlier, or was waiting to be fucked. "My pleasure, Charon. Do you want to finish me now?" She reached over for her discarded robe and wiped the ejaculate off her face and hands. 

"Jane, Dear," Ruby interrupted her, "I'd like a little trade. Do you mind?"

Jane flowed up into a standing position and turned towards us. Seeing her at full length I was even more impressed. The black latex was lovingly applied and the gaps in it showed off her erect nipples as well as her excited blushing pussy. It was the only spot of color to be seen on her. Even her lips were painted dark. Soft and black, her pubic hair was trimmed into a negative of a deaths-head. She was the perfect sexy skeleton, and I started to think that I had found Faye after all. "Certainly, Ruby," she purred, and smiling turned to me. "I need to use the little skeletons room first though. Come with me?"

"Of course," I replied. "I could use a little refreshing myself." 

She took my arm in a way that even more reminded me of Faye and piloted me across the room towards a different foyer than the one through which I entered. I gazed at several couples on the journey, and even exchanged a wink with Sunday. Jane noticed me looking and pouted unconvincingly. "None of that," she said. "I want you looking at me." I obediently and happily complied.

When we reached the bath it proved to be monstrous. I've never seen anything that large in a residence. It had a shower with four separate shower heads and room enough for a committee, a claw foot tub next to a plunge big enough for three, a separate w/c, an upright urinal, a fancy bidet, and all the other accouterments of modern decadent hygiene. I was lost.

Jane headed immediately to the bidet and sat down facing the wall. "Help yourself to whatever you need," she threw over her shoulder. "If you want a quick shower there're towels in the chiffonier." I headed gratefully into the shower to rinse myself off. I had been sweating profusely, and though I didn't really smell yet it wouldn't take long. Luckily both the remaining parts of my costume took the water well and dried off quickly.

As I tuned off the water and exited the shower she was waiting for me with a fluffy towel. I lifted my arms and she efficiently dried me from head to toe, paying unnecessary attention to my slightly deflated cock. "Do you feel better now?" she asked.

"I couldn't feel much better, unless I had my hands on you," I replied with a mask-hidden smile. 

She returned my smile, took a step closer, and waited for me. She struck a pose with one leg straight and the other advanced and bent slightly at the knee. One arm hung loose and the other hand she had on her slightly raised hip. "Is it just your hands you want on me?" she asked.

I just grinned a little bigger and extended my hand out and around her shapely waist. The texture of the latex was odd, both slippery and sticky at the same time. Without approaching any closer I moved my hand up her torso and back down to the small of her back. Before I could go any further she reached out with her off hand and placed it on my shoulder, holding us slightly apart but just inside each others very personal space. "That's what I thought," she answered her self, and I could feel her sweet breath on my still damp skin.

With that encouragement my hand made it's way down to surround a truly fantastic round cheek, cupping it's partially bare roundness and lifting slightly to feel it's weight. Still the only places where we were touching was my hand on her ass and her hand on my shoulder. I took a gamble and placed my other hand on her side, with my fingers on her lightly padded ribs and my thumb just resting under her breast. 

Her response was to place her other hand on the outside of my thigh. With the way her mask covered her face it was difficult to tell, but I'm fairly sure I saw her raise an eyebrow. In any case, her nipples were rock hard and I caught her licking her lips.

There was a little bit of a game going on between us, and I began to understand the unspoken rules. For my move I changed the position of my hand from her side to her pretty belly, which was almost entirely covered with black latex. "If nothing else you're a patient man," she commented while taking her hand off my waist and stroking her vacant breast. "I gave you an opening and you didn't rush in."

"Perhaps, but I've been fucked twice already tonight so I'm not in a hurry. Eager, perhaps, but not in a hurry."

In response she gave a short laugh that that was like a tattoo on her forehead that spelled her name. "Well, I've been fucked once and eaten once, and to tell the truth I'm a bit more than eager." Her pronouncement was reinforced when she took her other hand off my shoulder and began to rub her pussy lightly. It was Faye.




Halloween Masque



I moved the hand I had on her ass across to the other cheek and drew her closer in to where both her hands would touch me as she rubbed her pussy and massaged her tit between us. Each touch sent vibrations through my body as if it were a gong lightly brushed with a mallet. I had been moving my other hand around her belly and sides, but now I reached up to cup and hold her unused breast. 

It was familiarly firm and small, with nipples that protruded as they did most of the time. Those beautiful appendages had been in my hands many times before, their touch thrilled me. Perhaps it was the partial covering of latex rubber, or perhaps it was simple the setting we were in. Whatever the reason, I both wanted to make it last and to dive into her. Every nerve in my body was gravitating towards her skin.

I pulled her closer and into my arms. "I think I'm through messing around, my dear," I said as I felt her return my embrace. She's almost as tall as I am so that when pressed up against each other we meet almost perfectly in the middle. I didn't make it inside of her, but she started rubbing up and down against my cock in a way that said it wouldn't be long.

"That wasn't messing around," she added looking directly but softly into my eyes. "That was a bold attempt at seducing me. Not that I need to be seduced tonight." 

Her motions had finally managed to lodge the head of my prick in the soft folds of her pussy. A mild thrust was all that would be required to enter... when we were interrupted.

"Look out, mate," came a voice from a tall man who had just entered with a much shorter woman on his arm. "Give a fellow a chance to use the facilities. It's almost midnight anyway."

Faye just giggled enticingly and thrust herself onto me once, slowly. Then to my disappointment she pulled back and turned to our compatriots. "We were just heading back in. Don't you take too much time in here"

"Not likely," the man replied as he made his way to the urinal. The woman was following him closely, which struck me as odd.

Letting go of me she opened the door and stepped out, beckoning. "Come along Oedipus. We've got to find a spot."

Joining her out in the party room I wrapped my arms around her from the back and held her close, cupping a breast with one hand while tickling her pussy slightly with the other. "That was a thankless interruption," I commented. She was pressing herself back against me and telegraphing the pleasure of my touch with the motions of her body onto mine. "... but I suppose it was a necessary reminder."

"Yes, although there's nothing to say that we couldn't have finished the night right there." She turned slightly as she looked around the room. "I see a spot. Follow me, and try not to let go!"

Disobediently I did let go, but only to place both my hands on her ass. I massaged them lightly as she walked, dodging couples in the midst of their own struggles. Eventually we reached an out of the way corner where a pile of large pillows surrounded a tall floor lamp. The lamp was giving off a quiet yellow glow that gave this corner a little more illumination than the rest of the room, which was dimly lit. Faye dropped to her knees by the pillows and drew me down into a similar position.

"Now, kiss me," she said, drawing me back into her embrace. She lifted my mask slowly, just enough to expose my mouth and waited. Taking the offered invitation I kissed her once lightly, then once again more deeply. She instantly opened her mouth to further invite me in, and encircled my ass with her hands. Her tits touched my chest and I could feel the slight motions that she made as she breathed heavily against my mouth. Moving even closer she pressed my penis up between our bellies, giving me some measure of relief.

Without releasing hold of my lips she fell backwards down onto the pile of pillows, drawing me with her until I lay comfortably between her thighs. Once down she started making enticing hip motions, encouraging me. Raising myself up slightly I felt her take hold of my cock and direct it inwards. Gratefully I accepted her assistance.

As the head of my penis touched her lips I immediately felt both the slippery wet texture and the tight heat she was producing. Pushing it in and out of her outer lips I also moved it up and down a bit, causing her to break out kiss with a slight intake of breath. I pulled my mask back down and held myself up on my arms to look at her. 

Noticing once again just how sexy her head to toe paint job was I continued my shallow fucking. Her eyes were closed and a smile of contentment was on her black lips as she reached up to stroke my shoulders and chest. I looked down further to admire her beautiful breasts, bouncing slightly in the rhythm of our motion. Longingly I wished to take the nipples in my mouth, but our positions prevented it.

Suddenly a deep gong sounded somewhere in the room. In the back of my mind I noticed it as the first chime of the old grandfather clock, beginning the countdown to midnight. Faye immediately opened her eyes, placed her hands on my hips, and pulled me inwards. "All the way in now!" she said excitedly, "Make me come before the clock stops!"

Happily I did what she asked, and started the motions I knew from experience would get her off. I slid inwards, filling her pussy and feeling the tight wetness. If possible she seemed even tighter than she usually was. Her pussy seemed to cling selfishly to my cock each time I made outward motions and suck greedily when I moved in. Her whole body bounded eagerly under me while whimpers and pleads rose from her lips. Still, the gongs sounded, each for several seconds.

There was no way I could keep track of the chiming of the clock through my distraction and the pleasure of the woman beneath me, but I knew when she stiffened up and squeezed my cock delightfully that she got off while the clock continued to chime. Once again I was right on the edge when she came, and those happy motions and squeezes brought me over the edge just as the last chime was fading.

I continued a light motion within her as we both breathed deeply and sighed contentedly. I was about to drop down and rest on her lovely flesh, when I felt her reach up and carefully remove my mask. She smiled, and taking that as an invitation I reached down and drew her mask up and over her short black hair.

... and was astounded that it was not Faye! 

I am an idiot. It should have been obvious that the woman happily stoking me wasn't Faye. The whole evening had been designed to trick everybody involved, one way or another. "Alice, I presume?" I managed to to force from my lips.

"You thought I was Faye," she accused smiling, "didn't you?"

"I did," I admitted. "You could be twins, for all I know. Until I saw under that mask I would have sworn you were Faye." Alice was very like her in every way, but she was obviously five years older or so with somewhat stronger features. She was just as beautiful as my lover, but with more maturity about her.

"Not twins," she said, "but sisters." That explained it. I knew Faye had a sister, but I had never met her. 

Then it struck me: I had just fucked my girlfriend's sister. I must have looked scared because she hugged me to her and kissed me tenderly. "It's okay. We planned it this way. You were supposed to mistake me for her." She was doing her best to be comforting, and I started to relax. 

A voice came down from above us that threatened to make me tense up again. "You never really had a chance to figure me out anyway," Faye said. "I got this little rose Henna tattoo yesterday just to throw you off." I looked up, and sure enough there was the wild hair, the bikini line rose in black, and the shaved pussy. All attached to Faye. She was Morgana. "It'll wear off in a few weeks."

"Why?" I asked, mildly troubled. "Was there some reason you wanted me to fuck your sister?" I was still inside of Alice, though we had rolled on our sides so that we could talk with Faye. I was enjoying the touch of the bits of flesh available through the latex costume.

"Not really," Faye replied. "I just wanted to come to the party and share you around. It's fun." She sat down on a pillow next to us and kissed me, and then her sister. "I knew it was possible that you'd end up with her at least once, so I though it would be fun to try and fool you. You did have fun, didn't you?"

"No," I answered ginning. "Having sex with several beautiful women in succession, followed by taking the one that I love home could never be considered 'fun'." 

"Tease," Alice broke in. "Just for that I should make you take one of your other partners home. I'm sure Cindy would be willing."

"He had Cindy? That was a stroke of luck." 

"And Kara," Alice told her. "She started him off and warmed him up. For a minute there he looked like he'd chicken."

"Cindy? Kara?" I asked, bewildered.

"Cindy was Ruby, and Kara was Sunday." Alice informed me. Then she rolled away from me and stood up, leaving me laying wonderfully close to Faye. "I'll leave him to you now, and go find MY partner. I'm sure he hasn't thought of me all evening."

"Not true!" Faye answered as she cuddled down next to me. "I had him once this evening, and he was positive it was you. You should go give him a bad time about that."

Alice laughed. "I will. You two have fun, and I'll see you later." Then she kissed us both, unhurriedly, and walked away.

Faye lay her head down on my chest and put her hands on me. We simply spent a few minutes enjoying each others personal space and the touch of our skin. Faye had a rosy glow about her that beamed happiness to anyone who cared to look, while I was just as happy to have her there next to me. I looked down and spent a large part of that time admiring her curves and skin, glistening with happy perspiration. She caught me looking, but then, I caught her looking at me too. 

Finally, she stirred and made motions towards standing up. "Do you want to make for home now," she asked "or would you like one last slow fuck first?"

"Well, both Cindy and Kara offered me a rain check for some later date, but I suppose I could work one of them in before we go..." with those words I caused Faye to take hold of my penis, ominously. "... however, I think it's best just to find them both and say goodbye. Then I plan to take you home, sleep for a few hours, then have a much slower and more interpersonal fuck. Maybe with you." 

Faye stood up, and dragged me with her by continuing hold on my cock. "Okay lover-boy. I'll let you say your goodbyes, but when we get home I'll be the one who decides when and how long the next fuck will be." Thankfully she released me, and went off by herself to find the remnants of her costume.

All around us there were still quite a few couples still engaged in hanky-panky, but there were also a number of people picking up costume pieces and making ready to leave. I picked up my mask and retrieved my toga. Not having any other clothing to use, I put it back on. When I turned around I found myself face-to-face with Ruby, that is, Cindy. 

She was still dressed only in her knee length black boots and long opera gloves. Her mask had disappeared, and I now saw that she was a pleasant looking redhead with a permanent smile. She placed her hands on her hips and struck an indignant pose, which was unexpectedly incredibly sexy. "You aren't getting away that easy," she said. 

"I wasn't trying to. I was just coming to find you to say goodbye." I put a hand on her hip and drew her to me, unresisting. She looked up to me and closed her eyes for a kiss, which I heartily responded to. Her mouth tasted sweet, and her tongue played gently with mine promising wordlessly anything I could ask.

Finally we stopped and she looked down while hugging my body close to her nearly naked flesh. "Well, I enjoyed you very much," she said unnecessarily. "And I'd love to have you stay a little longer."

"I would, and nothing would please me more than to wake up in your arms. But Faye and I are heading home to a private little party of our own." I stoked her gently and appreciatively in every lascivious place I could reach. "After we get a little sleep, that is."

"Sleep. Yeah, right." She released me and stood back, giving me a chance to take in the view for a few more moments. "Well, however THIS evening turns out for you, I certainly hope to see you next year."

"I'm invited? Already?"

"Well, nothing's carved in stone." She reached up and kissed me briefly and then turned away. "You've got my vote," she threw over her shoulder, "and I hope we run into each other before that time. Au revoir!"

"Sayonara," I replied, and enjoyed the curve of her backside as she strolled away. I was more than half tempted to follow her and see what could be accomplished.

Sighing deeply, I turned back towards the entry way and did my best to navigate through the maze of couples in the room. I had almost made it, when a foot shot out to trip me. Quite purposefully. I looked down to see a young blond man with his arms around a small and very pretty Asian girl with short black hair crowned with reddish highlights. It was her foot that had tripped me. 

"Oedipus," she called out. "Why don't you crawl down here and say goodbye before you leave?"

Guy's aren't my thing, but that voice and a quick inspection of her delicious figure told me it was Sunday. I knelt down beside her and took her hand. Her friend sat up Indian style, releasing her to my embrace without a fuss. She cuddled up to me, naked in my arms and willing in my hands. I noticed she had re-inserted her tail.

"I see you're leaving us. Did you find who you were looking for?" she asked while looking up at me.

"Happily I found much more than what I was looking for. I had a lot of fun, and I want to thank you for all your attention." Smiling, I reached down to kiss her.

It was another one of those scale busting kisses, and I was glad I was more or less clothed. Finally she reluctantly pulled away. "Oh, it was my pleasure, but you noticed that."

I nodded, and somewhat self consciously ran my hands over he body. Her friend was watching us. Her nipples grew as I did so, and she looked down at them, and then back up at me. "Yup. You have the touch," she admitted.

About this time, Faye came up and knelt down behind Kara's blond friend and began massaging his shoulders. She wore her tissue paper dress and a smile, but quite obviously nothing else. Kara looked over at her and said, "Hi Faye. You've got a great guy here. Do you mind if I ask him one last favor before you go?"

In response, Faye reached around the young man and grasped his still erect penis. "No, I don't mind. I'm sure Jonas here doesn't mind either." He shook his head emphatically.

Kara looked back at me and stretched out and backwards onto the floor where she had been. "There's one thing we haven't done yet," she said while running her hands up her sides and taking hold of her breasts. Her Asian features had been concealed by her mask earlier, but now I found her quite enticing. I wondered what it could be that she wanted, but I was sure I would be glad to give it. "You haven't licked me yet. Please?"

Because my mask had covered my mouth for most of the evening, I really hadn't licked much of anything that evening. I gazed down at her bare, living, pussy and was suddenly hungry for it. "For everything you've done for me this evening you don't even have to say please." 

I lay myself down at her side, but opposite her position. Lifting one of her knees up I slipped one arm under and around so I could take hold of her tail, tugging gently. Then I slowly began kissing and tasting her slightly salty skin around her narrow hips and thighs, trying to take the scenic route and enjoy all the sights on the way down. I was so engaged that I barely noticed her hand slipping up between my legs to grasp me. While I kissed my way to her slit, she took my enlivening cock in her hand and squeezed in expert ways. Her opposite hand was equally busy with her nipples and breasts.

Finally I reached her clitoris, and I spent some time just alternating a gentle hot breath on it's slick surface with cooler heavy blowing. Each time I blew cool air on it she would shiver, and reach down to almost touch the back of my head. After teasing her for a while in this manner I suddenly took her swollen clit into my mouth and sucked gently all her sweetness. 

She had an unbelievable flavor, both salty and sweet but with a freshness that reminded me of sweet summer lemonade with no hint of sourness. Once I had a taste of it I lost all sense of patience and took her whole pussy into my mouth, inserting my tongue and tongue fucking her while I massaged her clit with my lower lip. 

She started to wiggle furiously and pull on my penis faster and faster. When I had started she was covered in a sheen of sweet pussy juice, but as I continued I could feel and taste a larger amount of that wonderful stuff pooling deep inside her. It began to roll out and cover my nose and chin, which was messy but I didn't care or hardly notice. I was still caught up in her divine flavor. 

She lifted up her other thigh high against her breast and I began to tug more firmly on her butt-plug-tail assembly, giving her that much more stimulation. It wasn't long before her quiet moans and sighs increased to groans and caterwauls. She wiggled and tensed as I nibbled and licked until her voice began to calm to hums and sighs. 

Stretching and curling around just like a cat she brought herself up to my mouth to give one of her first class kisses. I took her in my arms and pulled her over onto me as I rolled on my back. Briefly I noticed that Faye was giving Jonas one of her specialty blow jobs, and that neither of them was noticing us. I happily continued to lay there enjoying the lovely girl laying on top of me until they were done. 

"Thanks fore sharing this lovely creature with me, Jonas," I told him as he was catching his breath.

"It's all good," he said. "I don't feel cheated in the least. In fact, I may be somewhat in your debt."

"Hardly," Kara said to him. Then she turned to me. "Do you really have to go?" she asked.

"It's time," I said, and gently set her down on the floor next to her boyfriend. "I want to show a little appreciation to my girl for the rest of the evening." I kissed her quickly and stood up with Faye next to me. "But I do hope to see you again someday."

Kara stood up and hugged us both with her nakedness and even seemed to shed a tear. "I hope so! It was a fun night, and I enjoyed meeting you. You can come to any party I go to!"

"I just may do that. Now go back to Jonas and have fun for the rest of the evening." I ran my hand over her tight ass one last time, drawing it up and over her breast in the same way she had done when I first met her. "Goodnight, my sweet."

"I'll see you on tuesday," Faye added, referring to an exercise class they apparently both attended. "Have a wonderful morning."

We turned, and showed ourselves out of the house. The parking situation was a little bit clearer than when I arrived, but not much. I found our car and handed Faye into the passenger seat, enjoying the view down her neckline as I did so. Already I was finding myself eager to get home and into bed with her.

As we drove away, Faye spoke up in a quiet voice. "Did you mean what you said to Kara?"

"What's that?"

"About wanting to go to parties that she would be at. They wouldn't all be like tonight, but some of them would be." I could hear the smile in Faye's voice.

"Faye, I don't want to give up the sweetheart I have at home. I haven't spent all the time with her I want to yet. Tonight I met some very nice people and I had fun. I'd happily do it again under one condition."

"Oh?" Faye replied, still smiling.




Halloween Masque



"That you go with me and make sure I don't get into any trouble," I said as I pulled into the driveway.

Faye laughed with me, and said "I guarantee that you won't get into any more trouble than I will!"

"Race me to the bedroom?"

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Authors note:

See this for more information on Oedipus.

 I would like everyone to know that I fully support safe sex, and I encourage the use of condoms, monogamous relationships, or abstinence. However, like most people I dislike condoms and the other two methods obviously don't apply in the story. This is a work of fiction and fantasy, and in my opinion condom use just isn't sexy. Despite this I always use a condom unless I'm sure of my partners health. Please, I implore you, always use a condom and particularly if you are in any situation similar to the story here. It's good for you, it's good for them, it's good for all of us. Now go out and have fun! Thanks for reading.



Halloween Masquerade



Cathy pulled on a robe and rushed to answer her front door before the broken chime could make its god-awful clanking, grinding noise again. It sounded like a cowbell whose clapper scraped and rubbed after striking—worse than fingernails on a chalk board. God she hated that sound. Doug had promised to fix it weeks ago—something else he'd neglected lately. She made a mental note to take care of the fucking thing herself.

She figured her driver, one of the university's athletes, had arrived a little early. Probably some six foot bull dyke volleyball player wearing a cheap witch's costume or worse, a knuckle dragging animal from the football team dressed as Frankenstein. Whomever or whatever, they'd just have to wait for her to finish dressing and she, in turn, would have to tolerate another few minutes of being ogled by a fucking mouth breathing, leering jock.

It was good to have a chauffeur for the faculty's annual Halloween Party and, in several respects, it was good of the Monogram Club to volunteer their services, but she knew that it was nothing more than a public relations move by the Athletic Department, those resource robbing bastards. She hated the whole athletic fraternity—athletes, coaches, administrators, cheerleaders, all—every last one of them. Universities should be about academics and the stars should be professors, not a bunch of spoiled kids playing fucking games. Still, she accepted the ride—it was her night to howl—so fuck it.

She opened the door to find a big pirate standing there staring solemnly back at her. His heeled boots and huge hat made him appear gigantic. His size was a little intimidating, frightening even, but he was no knuckle dragger, she could tell. There was an intelligent twinkle in his uncovered eye and his costume was no off-the-shelf rental. Cathy knew authentic pirate when she saw it. She had fantasized about pirates since childhood.

"Oh, my! Are you my driver or am I about to be shanghaied?" she said.

"Arrr, I'm driving you tonight, wench," the muscular young pirate growled, then laughed and said, "Happy Halloween, Dr. Blake."

She felt her face and chest flush and her pulse quicken. She unconsciously gathered her robe at the neck with one hand, pulling it more tightly closed.

"Oh, my, but you truly do look like a real pirate—you're perfect. I mean your costume is perfect. I mean you look like something straight out of a movie." Irritated for losing her composure, and worse, letting him see it, she took on a more formal air to compensate. Pulling the door wide, she stepped to the side. "Please, come in. I'm afraid I'm not quite ready. You'll have to wait."

"No problem, Dr. Blake. Take your time."

She ushered him past the breakfast nook into the den and motioned for him to have a seat. "I'm afraid you have the advantage on me, I don't recognize you. Do I know you?"

He casually sat on the sofa and replied, "I'm Tommy Dunn, Dr. Blake."

"Why, Tommy. Uh, I wasn't expecting you. I mean, I didn't recognize you, not in the costume and all. I don't quite know what to say. Is this the Athletic Department's idea of a joke?"

"They didn't assign me, ma'am, I asked for you."

"You asked for me? Why in hell would you do that? I thought you hated me."

He looked straight into her eyes. "No, I don't hate you Professor, I never did. That's why I asked for you, I was hoping to get the chance to explain everything to you, let you know how I feel."

"Well, you could've done that a couple of months ago. You sure as hell took your own sweet time."

"My lawyers told me not to, Professor, although I wanted to, I really did. They told me not to talk to anybody until we reached settlement."

"What? They settled on fucking Halloween and you just had to rush right over? Is that it, Tommy?"

"No, Professor. I'm dropping the suit, but it's not public yet. I was afraid you wouldn't talk to me and so I put it off. When they asked me to chauffer for the Halloween Party, I decided it would be a good opportunity, so here I am. I was mad at the administration, not you, Professor, and that's the truth. I'd like for us to be friends, I really would."

With an affected smile, she said, "Oh, isn't that just so terribly generous of you."

"It got kinda ugly, I know, Professor, but I really would like to explain some things to you. I never tried to hurt you, I really didn't. I think there are things you don't know and I really would like to explain. Can't we talk for just a minute? Bury the hatchet, so to speak, or maybe I should say the cutlass." He grimaced at his feeble joke.

"Oh what the hell, let's talk, but I need a drink first. How about you, or is it allowed?"

"No it isn't allowed, but what can they do, ground me? I'll have whatever you're having."

"Sit tight. I'll be right back," she said and went to the kitchen.

She returned a couple of minutes later with drinks. "It's rum and Diet Coke," she said, sitting beside him on the sofa.

"Rum for the pirate, huh? Thanks."

"So talk," she said.

"Okay, Professor. Look, I know you don't like athletes I can understand why you don't. I don't like a lot of 'em myself. They think they're owed something just because they can play a friggin' game and expect the world to kiss their ass. For what it's worth, I never did think that, Professor, not ever."

"Oh really?" Her voice dripped sarcasm.

"That's right, Professor, believe it or not." He leaned towards her slightly, took a sip of his drink, looked her straight in the eyes and said in his most sincere tone, "Look, I come from a working class family—good people, great people, but poor. After high school, I played professional baseball for four years to get some immediate money to help my family and I hoped to make it big, but it didn't work out. So, I went to my backup plan—football and college. I accepted the football scholarship I had been offered in high school. Football was now going to be the ticket to a better life for me and my family. Football was more than a game to me, Professor, but I never thought it made me anything special."

"Okay, okay, I get it, Tommy, and to be honest, I figured you were just another spoiled brat the Athletic Department was coddling, so score one for you, but honestly, what has it got to do with me?"

"Bear with me a minute. I like music, Professor, although I have a tin ear, and I appreciate it more after taking your class, I really do. I appreciate how good you are at teaching it, too, and I'm not just saying that—I really mean it. I enjoyed your class, Professor, I really did. I looked forward to it every day. You made the technical stuff interesting and I learned things about music that I'll never forget. I listen to the classics now and I understand more about popular music. I'm sorry that I didn't do better in your class, I hate it, I really do, but that's water over the dam—nothing I can do about it now."

"Do you really mean that, Tommy, the thing about appreciating music more, now."

"Yes, I mean it, Professor. I sure do mean it. I get a lot more enjoyment out of music now and I listen to better music than I used to. I like Mozart now, Professor, really like him."

"I'm glad to hear that, Tommy. At least some good came from all this."

"Look, Professor, this year was my fifth and final year of eligibility, I was held out my freshman year, redshirted, to give me another year to develop, get back into football condition. This was to have been my year in the sun. We were gonna be really good this year and the pros were gonna be watching. I would have been in the spotlight. I would probably have signed for a lot of money. The Athletic Department was going to promote me to the press as Tommy Gun Dunn. No telling what that could have led to down the road—maybe toy sales and stuff."

"I didn't realize they thought that far ahead—marketing and all."

"Oh, they do, Professor. It's big business for everybody. Look, when I flunked and became ineligible, I was devastated. All my dreams went flying out the window. Overnight, the pros suddenly lost interest. I was unproven and even my intelligence was suspect. My value dropped to almost nothing. I wasn't gonna be able to set my mom and dad up and I wanted to help them so bad—make their final years comfortable. It just all crashed at once and I was devastated."

"I'm sorry about that, Tommy, about your parents, I truly am, but I couldn't just hand out unearned grades, I just couldn't. I have to live with myself and, besides, I have a reputation to maintain. I have a good reputation. I really do. I'm becoming respected throughout the whole academic community. I've even received some national attention."

"I know that, Professor, and I'm wishing the best for you. Look, I wouldn't want you to give me a grade I didn't deserve. That's why, I never blamed you. I even asked my lawyers to take it easy on you at the deposition."

"Apparently they didn't get the memo, Tommy."

"I'm sorry about that, Professor, I really am." He took another sip of his drink. "Look, here's the deal. All I needed to remain eligible was an arts credit, and the team's academic advisors suggested I take Music 010, pass-fail, in summer school. It was scheduled to be taught by some student instructor and they thought it would be a crip course for me. Hell, they thought she'd pass me regardless of how well I did. Then she got sick or something and you became the instructor and you insisted I pass the course fair and square. Like I said, I've got no problem with that."

"Then what was the problem, Tommy?"

"The administration, Professor. The administration could have given me a special dispensation on that arts credit. They could have given me another semester to fulfill that credit. They could have even exempted me from the requirement altogether. But, they were afraid they might get a little bad press, some unfriendly sports writer might get hold of it and paint it in a bad light or, god forbid, they might get questioned by the NCAA. They didn't care what it did to me or my career. They were gutless."

"In that case, I can see why you would be upset, Tommy, but it was my understanding that they would have violated NCAA guidelines had they changed the rule. Is that not correct?"

"No, that's not correct, Professor. It isn't widely known, but I could have been excepted, it's done every now and then. Students have extenuating circumstances all the time and the administration can rule in special cases. Maybe a music or drama student gets a chance to study abroad or something and needs extra time to meet a curriculum requirement or an athlete needs more time to meet a curriculum requirement due to practice and traveling and stuff. Exceptions are sometimes granted and not just for athletes."

"I see. I can see why you were upset."

"Honestly, I was just mad at the administration, not you, Professor and I just wanted you to know. I like you and I liked your class."

"That's sweet of you Tommy. I wish I had known all this."

"I was hoping you'd understand. Again, I wanted to talk to you before now, but my lawyer convinced me not to talk to anyone. I'd really like us to be friends, Professor, I really would."

"Sure, we'll be friends," she said and leaned over to touch his large bicep. She got that familiar tingly feeling deep in her abdomen and quickly stood up.

"That's great. I always liked you, Professor. I really did." It was partly true.

"Oh hell, I'd better hurry or I'm gonna be late. Be ready in two shakes," she said and headed off through the kitchen into a small study that lead to her bedroom.

Watching her ass roll and sway beneath the robe as she walked away, hands in pockets, pulling the fabric tight reminded him of how his dick used to get hard in class seeing her skirt stretch tight across that pretty ass and ride up, almost to her panties, exposing the backs of her upper thighs as she stood on tiptoes and reached high to write on the blackboard. He always figured she did it on purpose. He smiled—her provocative walk was on purpose. Yeah, she liked pirates all right.

The cheerleader uniform fit fairly well although the skirt was shorter than most squads or good taste would have allowed. Her briefs peeked out from beneath the skirt when she bent over even a tiny bit, but she didn't care. Where she was going good taste wasn't exactly the order of the day. She looked sexy and she liked it. If it frosted a few of the other women, well, fuck 'em.

She liked the way cheerleaders looked in uniform, always had, although she despised cheerleaders themselves—conceited, stuck-up bitches, every one. She had been a skinny, gawky, ugly duckling in high school with very few friends. Her freshman year, she had tried out for the J.V. squad, but it had been a disaster. She had been cut the first day and worse, some of the girls had snickered during her routine. Cathy had cried. To this day, she cringed every time she thought about it, the hateful bitches. She had felt shunned by the popular crowd ever since—the jocks, prom queens and especially the cheerleaders.

Well fuck 'em. She blossomed in college, thank God. Her figure filled out nicely, her acne cleared up, braces eliminated her buck teeth and she developed a fashion sense that was both tasteful and stylish.

And now she was a professor. Doctor Drake. A thirty-one year old full-fucking-tenured professor—one of the youngest in the whole state. A rising star. Someone lots of people wanted to get to know. People, important people, sometimes kissed her ass. She liked having her ass kissed and now all those fucking jocks and cheerleaders, every last one of them, could kiss her ass too.

It irritated her that Doug had gone out of town to that fucking golf outing. She was uneasy spending nights alone in the house, plus she would probably be getting fucked right that minute if he were home. Her costume would have set him off. He loved playing dress-up—it was the only thing that got him interested anymore. She wished he had as much interest in sex as she. Well, she would spring the outfit on him tomorrow before she took it back. The tingly feeling in her abdomen became an ache.

She slid her hand down inside her panties, then realized that the pirate out in her den might be able to hear if a moan or two slipped out, which was a near certainty. That big fucking pirate. That big fucking pirate with the broad blade cutlass, the kind she fantasized about getting spanked with. That big Long John Silver kind of pirate. Fuck.

Long John Silver—LJ. Her pirate. Her big cyber pirate. Her online lover who excited her like no one else. The man who knew her only as Cherry Spice—called her his Spice-girl. The man she had confided in, revealed all her secrets to, all her fantasies, all her kinks. She hated that he lived on the other side of the country although it was probably a good thing. If they met in real life, she would likely jeopardize her career. Just thinking of him made her wet.

Grabbing the remote, she turned the TV up and hurried into the bathroom. God, she wanted to fuck. She needed to be around that hot, big assed pirate son-of-a-bitch driver of hers like she needed lockjaw. She closed the bathroom door, sat on the side of the Jacuzzi, turned the water on and began to circle her clit with two fingers, thinking about LJ in his tight, knit boxer shorts. His tight, knit boxer shorts that hugged his big muscular thighs and outlined his ass. She squeezed one breast and pinched its nipple then gave her clit a stinging smack before rubbing it rapidly. The image of that big pirate in her den replaced LJ in her mind's eye—jock or not, he was hot as hell. Damn. She imagined him smacking her ass with his wide bladed cutlass while pulling her hair and ramming his big thick cock into her hard and fast, grunting and groaning loudly, telling her how much he needed her, telling her how good she felt, squeezing her breasts, biting her nipples, asking her if she liked his cock, filling her with his big pirate cock. "Oh, God," she said and came, tossing her head, unable to completely stifle her cries as her legs jerked uncontrollably.

She took a couple of minutes to regain her composure, checked her hair and makeup, then returned to the den. "Okay. I've worked on this old body about all I can. Guess I'm ready."

"Old body, nothing, Professor, I don't think you could improve a whole lot on that. You look just like one of the squad. Do a cheer for me."

Flattered, she laughed and shook her head, "No, no, no. I don't even know a cheer and I wouldn't do one even if I did."

"Ah, come on, let me hear you yell. I'll bet you're good at it. Come on," he prodded, "Two bits, four bits, six bits..."

Laughing, she said, "I don't think I've had enough to drink for that."

"Well maybe after you've had a couple, you'll yell for me," he laughed along with her. "I'll bet you're good at it. I bet you're real good." She didn't know whether he meant the double entendre or not but it caused her to blush again. She started to turn away, then realized it was too late—he had noticed. He seemed to be flirting with her, she thought—boldly too. She liked it.

"Nice car," she said as they got into the SUV. "Smells new."

"Cadillac Escalade."

"Athletic Department must be in the money," she cracked.

"I suppose. I want me one of these. You want one too?"

"Does it come with a driver like you?"

"Dressed like that, you could probably get yourself one."

She laughed. "You know, Tommy, the Monogram Club really does perform a valuable service by doing this. Aside from the alcohol, it's dangerous for a lot of us to drive wearing the outfits we come up with. The masks and makeup and bulky costumes some of us wear limit our sight and motion."

"You sure wouldn't have any trouble tonight, now would you? In that costume, I mean," Tommy laughed and gave her legs a quick, humorously lecherous look.

"I'd be alright going, but I might need some help coming," she joked back, "you know, after I'd been drinking." The boldness of her own flagrant double entendre made her blush yet again.. She was beginning to act like a horny little coed, but she didn't care, she hadn't flirted or been flirted with in a good while.

"Well, it's my job to get your drunken little butt home in one piece and you're in good hands if I must say so myself," he joked, then said, "Where is Mr. Blake tonight?"

"He has a golf game with a customer down at Myrtle Beach tomorrow morning. I tried to get him to cancel but he said he couldn't," she said in an even tone, then continued in a mocking, sing-song voice, rolling her head from side to side, "And he felt that driving four hours tomorrow morning would be too tiring and unsafe so he went on tonight with plans to turn in early and get a good nights sleep to be ready for the game tomorrow and he's going to call and leave me a message that he arrived safely and he asked me not to call and wake him up when I get home because he wants his rest and he'll be just fine, yada, yada, yada."

Tommy laughed at her sarcasm. "Well, you go on and have fun, Professor. Enjoy yourself. Drink all you want, I'll get you home safe and sound. Oh, and don't worry about me, I'll be fine down in the lounge, drinking Cokes and watching TV in my little pirate suit."

She laughed. "Just don't have so much fun you forget to come pick me up."

"Oh, I couldn't forget you, Professor. Not in that outfit."

"Flatterer."

He started to mention where flattery is supposed to get you, but thought better of it. "Nope, just the facts, ma'am, just the facts."

"Thank you, Tommy. I still think it's bullshit, but it's nice to hear. You're really just a big softie, you know that? You're sweet. "

"Me? No way. I'm a big mean-assed pirate, wench, and don't you forget it. I'll swat your pretty little butt with my cutlass."




Halloween Masquerade



"Oh, my, you wouldn't really do that would you?"

"Try me."

"Hmmm, uh, you think it'll rain?" she joked, pretending she needed a different subject.

He laughed. "Afraid you'll melt if you get wet?"

"Could be." She paused. "Why don't you call me Cathy—Professor is a little stiff, don't you think?" She quickly realized her Freudian slip. "Oh, my," she said and giggled.

"I don't want to be a little stiff, that's for sure," he laughed, mocking her. "Cathy, it is."

The Halloween Party had grown to become the best attended faculty social of the year and few missed it. Cathy drank more than usual, danced and flirted. Except for a brief run in with Coach Bartlett, it was a fun evening.

A couple of hours and four drinks later, Tommy Dunn crept into her thoughts. She couldn't get over how nice he had been. Finally, she couldn't resist telling Coach Bartlett, the football coach, who was pretty well tanked up himself, that Tommy wasn't mad at her and how nice it was of him to drive her. But Coach Bartlett wasn't in the mood to be needled, not by her.

"He's a good kid, Blake," Coach Bartlett said slurring his words. "He asked to be your driver just to show you that he ain't mad. I told him not to do it but he insisted. He's a good kid, Blake."

"Yes he is, Coach. He's a very nice young man."

"You shoulda passed the kid like you were asked to, Blake. It was friggin' summer school. It was a friggin' music appreciation course that ain't gonna mean shit to nobody ever. Hell he took the damn thing pass-fail. All you had to do was change that fucking F to a P. That's all the fuck you had to do. Instead, you made a big fucking deal out of it, got the goddamn president involved—got him on your side or top or some fucking where."

"Fuck you, Bartlett," she interrupted, "You watch your goddamned mouth."

"The kid's good at two things, Blake. He's good at football and he's good at computers. He don't care nothin' about music theory and all that shit, hell, nobody does other than a few of you goddamn eggheads. He just needed a fine arts credit and goddamn it he tried. Hell, he says he passed, but can't prove it, and I believe him. I think he passed the fuckin' course fair an' square."

"He failed, Coach. Plain and simple."

"Bullshit. You hate athletes, everybody knows it, Blake. And you weren't about to pass up a chance to stick it to the Athletic Department, were you? You just had to do it, didn't you? You had to be a bitch and keep the kid from playing his goddamn senior year. You kept the team from having the quarterback we'd been grooming for four years, Blake. Four friggin' years. We'd be going to a major bowl in January if we still had him. The school'd make millions off that bowl. Millions. Your department woulda gotten some of that money. You cost everybody, Blake. You and your goddamned ego cost every goddamned body."

"Listen, Coach, I don't hand out unearned grades and I'm not going to take any shit from an asshole like you because I refused," she said. "You're not setting a good example for your players and you're not looking out for the best interests of the university and I am not discussing this with you any further. If you keep this shit up, I'll go to President Ellison."

"Yeah, you do that. You're a conniving little cunt, Blake, and you don't scare me at all. You took your shot, Blake, but you missed. You can't run to the NCAA again, Blake, so nobody's scared. I've got me a whole passel of alumni behind me. Yeah, I got me a whole bunch of legacy money behind me, so you run on over there and wiggle your ass and whisper in your ol' buddy Ellie's ear and let's just see what happens. I ain't scared of his wimpy, limp dicked ass either."

"Fuck you, Bartlett. Fuck you, you son-of-a-bitch," she said and stomped off to get another drink. She tossed down two shots of tequila and decided to call down for Tommy to come around for her.

When she got into the car, Tommy said, "Well, you don't look any worse for the wear. Either you can really hold your liquor or else you hide it well."

"It's both, pirate-man, it's friggin' both."

He laughed. "Did you have a good time?"

"Oh, hell yeah, I had a great time. I drank and danced and flirted and damn near got into a fight. Great time. I just might be a redneck."

"Who did you almost fight with?"

"Some drunk asshole. Doesn't matter," she said. "Don't matter a friggin' bit." She giggled. "Fugitaboudit."

Tommy laughed. "Do you like to flirt?"

"Hell yes. Doesn't everybody? Don't you like to flirt, pirate-man?"

"Yeah, but I'm not very good at it."

"You don't have to be. Women will do all the flirting with a big, good looking pirate-man."

"You haven't flirted with me."

"I thought I had, pirate-man. Did I forget to do that or did I forget I did that?" She laughed. "Fugitaboudit."

As they neared her house, he said, "Listen, Cathy, there's been a report of a prowler in your neighborhood. You make me another of those good rum drinks and I'll check your house to make sure there's no burglar in there."

"You got it pirate-man. I sure as hell don't want to meet up with nooo burglar tonight. Not many people know this, but burglars scare the shit out of me. I mean, fugitaboudit."

"Well, I'll see that you don't have to be afraid tonight, Cathy, you really can forget about it."

She laughed. "It's fugitaboudit, pirate-man, it's fugitaboudit. Oh hell, you're hopeless, fugitaboudit."

When they got out of the car, he said, "Okay, now, lets hear a cheer."

"Nooo, pirate-man, the neighbors. I have a bunch of really tight-assed neighbors. They're so tight-assed they're full of shit." She laughed. "Fugitaboudit."

"But it's Halloween, and I want to hear you yell."

She laughed. "What the hell, pirate-man." She bounced up and down and shouted, Gimme a P."

"P!" he shouted.

"Gimmie a I."

"I!"

"Gimmie a R."

"R!"

"Gimmie a A."

"A."

"Ah the hell with it. Whadda ya got?

"I dunno."

"Fugitaboudit," she yelled, then hugged him and broke into giggles.

Hugging her back, he said, "You make a good cheerleader. I like hearing you yell."

"Thanks, pirate-man." Her ass was tingling again.

They went into the house laughing loudly.

"Fix me that drink while I check out the house."

"I'm on it pirate-man. Fugitaboudit. I'm on the motherfucker. Oops. That wasn't very lady like was it?"

He laughed. "I kinda liked it."

"You like everything, pirate-man. That's what I like about you."

He gave the house a half-assed once-over and returned to the kitchen where she was cutting up a lime.

"You look good in that outfit," he said brushing against her as he picked up a lime wedge and popped it into his mouth.

She felt her face flush but didn't even bother turning away. "How about getting the rum down," she said pointing to an upper cabinet.

"I'm on it," he said, stepping in behind her, "I'm on the motherfucker." He let his leg drag across her ass and placed one hand on her shoulder, touching her neck with his fingers, as he reached up over her to the cabinet. He set the rum on the counter in front of her. "Your makeup is smeared, Cathy," he said and rubbed her neck lightly with his finger just below her ear.

She twitched, then laughed at herself.

He laughed too. "Sensitive spot?"

"Oh hush," she joked and bumped him firmly with her hip.

"All right, watch it wench unless you want a taste of my cutlass,"

"You wouldn't run a cheerleader through, would you, pirate-man?"

"I wouldn't run her through, but I might spank her ass, you know, just enough to make her squeal." He leaned in close, lowered his voice and said, "Ever had a pirate make you squeal?"

"Oh, my! Uh, no, actually I haven't, smarty."

He gave her ass a sharp smack with the flat of his scabbard. "Ow," she cried out in surprise, jerked her hips forward, then suddenly realized that his insolence and her stinging ass were turning her on.

He gave her another smack and said, "I told you I'd spank your butt, didn't I."

"That hurt," she replied, not knowing exactly what to say as she flushed and felt herself becoming wet.

"But, you liked it, didn't you, wench."

"I'm not telling."

"Ah, but you don't have to—pirates always know." He gave her a slow wink.

"Oh, they do, huh?" She laughed. "Are you a mind reader or something, pirate-man?"

"Something."

"Oh, really? Now you've got me curious, pirate-man."

"Is that all?"

"So, what do you think I'm thinking, mind-reader-pirate-man?"

"You're thinking that you wish I was a real pirate." He laughed and gently turned her around to face him. Looking into her eyes, he touched her cheek with his finger tips so softly she could barely feel it, as if she were something extremely rare and delicate, a priceless work of art that he couldn't resist touching.

She shivered again and took in a quick breath, surprised and a little shaken. His looks, size, and brashness excited her, frightened her a little also, but his tenderness made her feel safe and that turned her on more than anything else. This was no ordinary pirate. She was speechless for the moment.

"You're fun and prettier than even you know, " he said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"You really know how to get a girl's attention, don't you, pirate-man."

He leaned his head down to hers, but she pulled back, avoiding the kiss. Looking deeply into her eyes, he ran his hand down the small of her back and squeezed her buttock, eliciting a tiny whimper, then pulled her hair with his other hand, forcing her face up to his, and jerked her ass forward, pressing her mound firmly against his muscular thigh. A jolt, like an electric shock, ran from her nipples down to her clit and in that instant she knew that she was going to get fucked.

In that instant, the moment arrived. That exact moment in time when she consciously realized that she was going to get fucked, that split second moment-of-truth after which there was no turning back, that exact moment her will gave in to her primal urges, that exact moment she decided to intimately expose herself physically and emotionally to someone else, someone else's raw emotions and desires. Her moment was always a rush, yet this time, with someone new, someone unknown, someone maybe a bit dangerous, it was even greater—she was overwhelmed. She had never been held by a man so strong, had never, ever, felt such strength,. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him and gave in to the big strong pirate holding her—just like she had done a thousand times in her dreams.

The kiss surprised him. Not that she had kissed him, but how she had kissed—acquiescing as if nothing else existed but him and the kiss.

He ran his hand down to her pussy, then continued on between her legs to her ass, laid her back and scooped her up, holding her with one arm under her shoulders and the other between her thighs with his hand on the small of her back, his forearm pressing against her mound. She emitted a meek little groan, then said, "Oh, god," and kissed him more urgently, clamping his arm tightly between her thighs. He carried her to the bedroom without breaking the kiss, her crotch bouncing against his muscular bicep, and sat her on the side of the bed.

After carefully placing his hat on the chest of drawers, he stripped down to his knit boxers. Cathy's breath caught. She had never seen such a beautiful body—muscular, but not muscle bound, smooth, tan, toned, athletic. Without saying a word, he stepped in close to her, his crotch close to her face and as she had done time and again in her imagination, she reached out, pulled the pirate's pants down and eagerly took his cock into her mouth.

She stroked his cock while sucking it, twisting her hands around the shaft as she moved them up and down, then kissed and licked its length before running her tongue around the head and taking it back into her mouth. She bobbed and sucked, letting the head if his cock slide against the soft insides of her cheeks, then reached around to run her hands over his muscled ass before gripping it tightly, pulling it forward, fucking him with her mouth.

When she moaned and turned her heavy lidded eyes up to steal a glance at his expression, he almost lost control—almost grabbed her by the head and fucked her face for real. With his mouth agape, brow furrowed, and eyes half closed, he murmured, "Damn, wench, best ye quit that," and gently pressed her face away. She was good, better than he had anticipated and she had almost driven him over the edge.

"What's the matter pirate-man, this little wench too much for you?"

"Fuck," he growled, "now it's your turn, baby."

He pulled her sweater off and kissed the tops of her breasts while unfastening her bra. With her breasts free, he lay her back, splaying her hair in a puddle on the bed, removed her shoes, and pulled her bottoms off. Seeing her lying there completely nude, erect pink nipples contrasted by smooth pale skin and close cropped glistening pussy, took his breath for a moment. She was gorgeous naked, more beautiful than he had imagined.

Dropping to his knees, he kissed her feet and sucked her toes, then trailed kisses up the insides of her legs, switching from one to the other. By the time he reached her thighs, she was twitching and shivering. He bit the inside of her thighs lightly, one side, then the other, letting his lips drag slowly across her slit when he changed legs. She moaned and squirmed, trying to get his mouth on her sex but he held off. Then, sliding his large hands under her ass, he cupped her buttocks and lifted them to give his mouth better access to her pussy. He circled kisses around her slit, then spread it with his thumbs and began to gently lick, kiss, and suck her swollen labia, up and down, first one side, then the other as she squirmed and whimpered. She tasted sweet. Sweet and salty. Feminine.

"Oh, god, that's good, that's so good. You're getting me hot, so fucking hot," she murmured, clutching his head with both hands.

"Arrrr," he mumbled into her pussy, "an at's the way I wants ye, wench. Yer hot little cunny's droolin' for me big ol' hard cock an me soft tongue, ain't it, wench." He growled again, then began to lick her clit and slid his large middle finger into her, moving it around the forward inside of her pussy, searching for her magic spot.

"Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh my fucking, god," she said and clutched his head.

"Come for me, wench," he said and drew her clit between his lips, sucking gently, letting his tongue circle it.

She emitted small little yelps, tossed her head and arched her back while clawing the bedspread. He ran his free arm over her abdomen, pinning her, preventing her from being able to get away from his mouth and finger. The strong pirate had her helpless and she loved it.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," she babbled and came, her abdomen jerking with contractions.

He didn't slow down at all, but began fingering her faster while continuing to suck her clit and hold her tight. She kicked and squealed, then came again, harder this time, shrieking, barely able to get her breath, her whole body jerking and writhing.

When he didn't let up this time, the sensations became too intense, almost painful, and she began to struggle, groaning loudly, bending forward at the waist and slamming back into the bed. Fighting to get him away from her clit, she pushed his head with all her might until he released her.

He slid up beside her. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Damn, pirate-man," she panted, "I thought I was going to pass out."

"We're just getting started, wench."

"Fuck, pirate-man, you're the Energizer Bunny. You scare me a little."

"Just mind like a good little wench and you have nothing to fear."

"And what if I don't, pirate-man?"

He kissed her tenderly on the lips, gently kneading her breast, then turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her across his legs. She giggled, suddenly realizing what was about to happen, and started to struggle, but it was futile. He positioned her across his left leg with her pussy against his knee, clamped his other leg across the backs of her thighs, and held the back of her neck with his hand, pinning her across his leg with her ass slightly raised.

"You, you better let me go, you, you big pirate," she said in a shaky voice.

"Are you going to mind?"

"No, and you can't make me," she said and began to struggle.

Chuckling, he ran his hand over her ass. He gave her right buttock a squeeze, then a pat, then a stinging smack—not hard enough to bruise, but just enough to get her attention. His big hand covered the whole cheek of her ass and immediately turned it pink.

She struggled harder and he smacked the other cheek.

"Damn, pirate-man, that hurts," she said, turned on by being so helplessly restrained, yet a little concerned. Her ass stung.

"You gonna mind, now?" He smacked her ass again.

"Yes, I'm gonna mind, you asshole," she said and quit struggling.

He smacked her again. "What did you say?"

"Yes sir, I'm gonna mind."

He caressed her warm, bright red ass and raised the knee that was under her pussy, pressing it against her soft slit. She began to move against his knee. He smacked her ass again.

"Ow!" she yelped. "What was that for?"

Running his hand over her ass, he asked, "I wanna know for sure that you're not gonna change your mind when I let you up. Are you gonna change your mind on me if I let you up?"

"No, I promise," she whined and ground against his knee.

"I love your pretty ass, you hot little wench. It looks good all red." He squeezed her ass, then ran his hand between her buttocks down to her pussy and slid his thumb into it. She moaned softly and started moving on his thumb.

He moved his leg, unpinning her, kneaded her tits with his free hand, and began strumming her clit with his fingers, pressing them toward his thumb in her pussy, more or less clamping her clitoris between his thumb and fingers massaging it inside and out. She raised her ass for him. "Oh god, pirate-man, that's good. Oh yes, baby, yes," she moaned.

Soon she was on her knees with her ass in the air, moving more rapidly against his hand while biting the bedspread and moaning loudly.

"If you keep on wiggling your ass like that, I'm gonna fuck you, Cathy. You don't want me to fuck you do you? Stick a big thick dick in you?"

"You get me so fucking hot."

Whispering gruffly into her ear, he said, "Do you want me to stick a big thick dick in that hot little pussy and fuck it? Fuck it good and hard? Want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck you good."

"Oh my god. Oh god. I'm gonna come again. I'm gonna come," she cried out and had another orgasm, collapsing next to him, face down.

He kissed her on the shoulder until her breathing returned to normal, then rolled her onto her back and kissed her on the lips. He loved to kiss her. She was good at it. Partly because of her soft, sensuous lips, but mostly because she liked to kiss, really liked it, and gave in to it. Each time he had kissed her she had immediately let herself go, dissolving into the kiss, instinctively moving her mouth and tongue as passion dictated, enjoying the sensation. No practiced, woman's magazine techniques for her—she was all natural. He moaned into her mouth and squeezed her breast. He loved her breasts too. She had assets.

"Damn, you're good," he said. "You really kiss good. "

"So do you, pirate-man. You make me hot. God, you make me hot."

He made love to her breasts then—took his time and focused all his attention entirely on her breasts. Using both hands, he kneaded them gently, caressed the undersides with the tips of his fingers and tweaked the nipples when his mouth wasn't on them. He tenderly squeezed first one and then the other into a cone, and slowly ran his tongue around its nipple. She could feel the rough texture of the top of his tongue as he slid it down the underside of her nipple, then the soft, wet bottom of his tongue as he rolled it up over the top, exciting the sensitive skin. Covering a nipple with his mouth, he got it warm and wet, then inhaled rapidly through his mouth, drawing air over the wet skin, chilling it with a blast of air. It aroused her even further and made her shiver. He was tender and gentle for a minute, kissing, caressing, and licking each breast as he moaned softly, then firm and rough, nipping, squeezing, and biting while grunting as if he were about to devour them. It was a new experience for her and it nearly made her come again. She had never before had that much attention paid solely to her breasts, never had them so completely stimulated and aroused. The other men she had been with, three including Doug, merely played with her breasts until she was ready to fuck and that usually didn't take long.




Halloween Masquerade



Tommy got on his knees between her legs and ran his cock slowly through her slit. It is probably a learned thing, something that most men do, making sure the woman is wet enough to fuck—better for both parties. Cavemen probably did it. Regardless, it let her brain know that he was going to fuck her now and nothing short of an act of God could prevent it. Her brain sent the message and her body immediately responded—prepared to accept a cock. She moaned in expectation, eager for him, yet a tiny bit apprehensive, not knowing exactly what to expect. Still, it excited the hell out of her. His cock was thick, god was he thick, and she loved the thought of being filled with a big thick cock. She could hardly wait.

He eased his dick partway into her and paused, letting her adjust, making sure she was completely comfortable. He wanted this to be good for her, really good, good enough that she would get turned on when she looked back on it in the future. If not the best fuck of her life, then at least a memorable one.

"Damn," she said, feeling his girth.

She felt as if her hips were being pushed apart as he entered her and a feeling of fullness spread through her abdomen all the way up to her chest and down to her ass and thighs as he penetrated deeper. Groaning, she spread her legs wider, reached out to touch him, found his biceps, gripped them, and closed her eyes.

Holding her by the hips, he began to fuck her slowly, agonizingly so, and pressed his dick deeply into her, taking her breath for a moment. "Come on," she murmured, taunting him. "Fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it."

"I'm gonna fuck you. You just wait, wench." He pressed farther into her, causing her to emit a small grunt, then pulled back rapidly, leaving just the head of his dick in her, suddenly removing the feeling of fullness.

"Oh, god," she said and gripped his arms tighter as he repeated the slow in, fast out motion.

"You ready, wench?" he said and stroked her faster.

"Oh my god," she panted and began to move with him.

"That a girl. That's good, baby," he said. "That's so fucking good."

"Yes. Oh god, yes."

"You like my cock, baby? Huh? You like my cock?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh, god. I love your cock. Give it to me."

Wrapping his arms around her, he began pounding her with more and more intensity, driving deeply into her, grunting, as she moaned and hugged him back. She had never felt so full. She could hardly breathe. He slid his middle finger into her ass and pressed upward against his dick. She squealed and dug her fingernails into his back.

"Is that gonna do it, baby?" he murmured, "Is that gonna do it?"

"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Cock. Fuck. Oh my. Oh my g..god," she babbled nearing orgasm.

"Oh fuck, baby, fuck," he said, through clenched teeth, then groaned, driving his dick into her as far as it would go, spurting ropes of come as his whole body stiffened and jerked.

When she felt his load hit her cervix, her mouth went slack, she moaned loudly, then came making loud little shrieking noises.

As soon as his spasms subsided, he resumed pounding her—his dick hadn't even gone soft. A minute or so later, she squealed and came again. Still, he didn't let up—if anything, he began pumping her faster.

She had never felt anything like it. A big, strong, highly conditioned, seemingly unfatigable athlete holding her and pounding into her harder and faster than anything she had ever imagined. Overwhelmed, she quit moving—she couldn't move, nor did she need to. She just hung on and surrendered to him, letting the passion take her, withholding nothing, opening herself to him, reacting only with noises, kicks, and contractions as she came over and over. It continued until he came again with a hard shudder, sweating and breathing hard.

Wrapping her arms around him as the shivers subsided, she clutched him in a tight embrace and kissed him frantically as if she were trying to consume him completely. She wondered if she was feeling anything like what the female Black Widow felt.

They lay quietly for a few minutes, holding each other. "Oh my," Cathy said, finally regaining her breath, "Oh my. I don't think I'll ever be the same."

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked caressing her shoulder as she cuddled against his chest.

"Oh god yes, Tommy, I'm great. You have no idea. I've always wanted to be taken by a pirate."

"I've always wanted you, Cathy."

"Wanted me?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. "That first day in your class, I took one look at your ass and I fell in love."

"I had no idea. Maybe you should have let me know, pirate-man."

"Yeah, maybe so, maybe so." He kissed her forehead. "Better late than never, though. Don't you think, Cathy."

"Hell, yes, pirate-man."

"Do you trust me, Cathy?"

"I'm beginning to, pirate-man."

"I trust you, Cathy. I really do. I trust you a lot. I took a chance being with you tonight. I didn't know how you would react—hell you could have accused me of all sorts of things and I would have been in big trouble. I'm really glad that I took the chance."

"I'm glad that you did too, pirate-man. Real glad."

"Tell me something, Cathy. Did I pass your class—I mean did I really earn a P in there? I need to know. I won't tell anyone. I just need to know for myself."

"Oh Tommy. That's not fair, pirate-man." Her eyes teared up.

"Tell me if I did. I've got to know, Cathy. And I won't tell anyone. Ever. And there won't be any hard feelings—not now."

"Yes," she whispered. "You earned a P, pirate-man. I should have passed you. Damnit, I should have passed you." She began to cry softly.

"Why didn't you, Cathy?"

"I had an opportunity to make a big statement about athletics, Tommy. A statement that would be heard all over the country and I knew I might never get such an opportunity again. And I didn't know you then, Tommy. I didn't know you then and I figured you were like all the other athletes—pampered your whole life and given grades you didn't deserve. I'm sorry, Tommy, I am so sorry. God, I am sorry."

"What about the administration, Cathy? Why did they go along?"

"The publicity. The NCAA. They were afraid, Tommy. President Ellison was afraid of how it would look if they stepped in. At first, I was ready to change the grade, but they told me it would look bad on everyone and for me to stick by my guns. Then it became personal—all the personal attacks from the Athletic Department and all the questions from the press. I couldn't back down, Tommy. And I didn't know you then."

"Thanks, Cathy. I really needed you to tell me that." He kissed her forehead again, rolled out of the bed, and went into the bathroom.

When he returned, she held out her arms, inviting back to bed, but he began dressing and said, "I've got to go home and handle a few things right now, Cathy."

"Come on, baby, at least spend the rest of the night. We don't have much time before Doug gets back. Please, please, please."

He finished dressing and retrieved his hat. "I don't think I want to see you anymore, Cathy."

"You bastard! You lied to me! You said there wouldn't be any hard feelings. You lied."

"Yeah, but not like you did, Spice-girl. Not like you did."

Had he slapped her, she would not have looked more surprised. "Wh, what did you say? What did you call me?"

"Spice-girl. I called you Spice-girl, Cathy?"

"I, I don't understand."

"Don't you know who I am, Cherry Spice?"

"Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. You, you can't be. You can't be LJ."

"Oh, but I am, Cathy. I am Long John Silver. In the flesh. I lied about living in California."

"But, but, how? Oh my god. Computer Science. You are a Computer Science major."

"That's right, Cathy. I'm good with computers. I was afraid you would put it all together when I showed up dressed as a pirate, but you didn't. You didn't put it together when I stripped to my underwear, either."

"You hacked into my account? Is that what you did?"

"No, I didn't hack into your account—I didn't have to. Let's just say that I found Cherry Spice—it isn't all that difficult."

"You sorry son-of-a-bitch. You're real proud of yourself, aren't you, you motherfucker. You contacted me and lied."

"That's right, Cathy. I contacted Cherry Spice and discovered that you had a major thing for pirates. I just needed to find a way to play pirate with you for an evening. The Faculty Halloween Party was my ticket. All that was left was to get Doug out of the way. That took a little more doing because it all had to happen on Halloween night."

"What do you mean, get Doug out of the way?"

"Doug isn't playing golf, Cathy. He's with Cinderella. I got him hooked up online with Cinderella80. She always fantasized about Prince Charming and Doug likes to play dress up—they hit it off right away. Last night, they attended the Halloween Ball at the Ocean Forrest Hotel in Myrtle Beach. I think she lost a slipper going up the stairs to the mezzanine."

"Oh, no. No," she bawled.

"Oh, yes, baby."

"You did all of this for money? Is that it? You want to sue the University?"

"Well, I can always use money, Cathy, everybody can, and I want the University to settle my suit fairly. I'm not destitute, Cathy. I lied about that. The pros are still interested and my agent advanced me some money. That's my Escalade we rode in tonight."

"You liar."

"Mainly, Cathy, I just wanted to know the truth. I felt like I passed your course. Until tonight, I really didn't think you had out and out flunked me on purpose even though everyone told me different. I thought you were wrong , but I didn't think you had lied, and it's really bothered me that the University didn't stand behind me."

"Bull shit, you liar. What else did you lie about, you bastard."

"Most of what I said was the truth, Cathy. I really did enjoy your classes and I learned a lot. And I really did like you.. Everything I said about you is the truth. The other stuff you'll have to sort out for yourself—it really doesn't matter anyway."

"You motherfucker."

"And you're a student fucker."

"What? What do you mean, you asshole."

"I've fucked a lot of women, Cathy. It's one of the advantages of being an athlete. But you fucked me, remember, and tonight I fucked you back."

"You just wait, you won't get away with this. I'll get you back. I'll call the police right now and say that you raped me. I'll tell them that you were so obsessed that you hacked into my account and found me online—you're a stalker. That's what you are, a goddamn stalker who arranged this night and raped me. You just wait until I'm through with you. You don't know who you're fucking with, Long John Motherfucker."

"Won't work, Cathy. I've saved all the chat sessions, pictures, everything. I've got it all. You best leave me alone. "

"That just strengthens my claim that you stalked me. You'll be the biggest stalker on earth when I get through. You just wait, you son-of-a-bitch. You just wait."

"I've got tonight on video and audio, too, Cathy. Everything you did and everything you said from the time we entered the bedroom. You sucking my dick, you admitting what you and the school did to me, and you begging me to stay. The camera and microphone was in my hat and it's all been transmitted to a recorder in my car. Everything, Cathy. You can't do shit. Let it go."

"I should have known."

"Happy Halloween."

End



Halloween Masquerade



Renata Vadja couldn't help but lick her crimson lips in anticipation of the evening's Halloween gala at the Van Renslater mansion. So many possibilities for a passionate encounter with a lovely woman and afterwards she'd feast. Blood tasted much sweeter after her victim had climaxed, possibly more than once. She never killed, that would draw unnecessary attention; rather she took just enough blood to sustain her until her next conquest. Her victims felt weak afterwards, but attributed it to their breathtaking orgasms.

She finished applying her makeup and studied herself in the mirror. Where the stories began about vampires not being able to see their reflections she didn't know, but it was silly; just as putting white makeup on her face and hands made her appear as undead. No matter, it would be worth the charade to satisfy her sexual and blood lusts tonight. The costume she'd purchased fit her like a second skin, accentuating her lush figure. What fanciful character was she supposed to resemble? Oh yes, Morticia Addams, whomever that was.

Finding victims was so much easier these days. People were no longer hunting vampires, they were emulating them in the manner of the old legends; how droll. How she could have lived in human society for over two hundred years looking like some ghastly freak was ridiculous. She shivered in anticipation, it was dusk and the party would begin soon. Calling downstairs for her driver to bring the car around, she swept a brush through her long, black hair and strutted out the door of her penthouse condo on black, spike heels into her private elevator.

***

Maureen Von Renslater's estate was ten miles out of town when you arrived at the massive, wrought iron gates. When you were identified and they swung ponderously open, you traveled another mile inside before you saw her sprawling Neo-Classical mansion. Maureen was a wealthy woman thanks to a generous inheritance, with the figure of a centerfold and an all-encompassing sexual appetite that would give a satyr an inferiority complex. She went through husbands and lovers like cream through a funnel and was always on the prowl for new conquests. She and Renata were best friends with benefits and spent many a pleasant evening making each other cum. Her Halloween party was the event of the season and if you weren't invited, your social standing in the community was toast.

When Renata entered the spookily decorated ballroom, many of the guests had already arrived and were eating and drinking with abandon. Superhero, video game and Hentai character costumes predominated allowing the women and men to wear as little as necessary; any numbers of whom were flirting shamelessly with anyone who caught their fancy. There were fifteen bedrooms upstairs; not counting Maureen's, so any couple or group could have their passionate romp in private with no waiting.

Maureen was dressed as a Hentai character, Renata didn't know who, wearing little more than two leather straps that crisscrossed her breasts attached to a wide belt, a leather g-string, thigh high boots and a wig of shocking orange hair that hung below her waist. She carried a large sword in a scabbard on her belt and had the usual gaggle of sycophants and hangers-on surrounding her, all vying for her attention.

When she saw Renata she ran to her exclaiming "Sugar Bear, darling, how good of you to come. I'm so glad to see you." Maureen was the only person who called her 'Sugar Bear'; she called Maureen 'Cupcake' and they hugged and kissed until Maureen said "What a wonderful costume, Bear. You look deliciously sinister as a vampire. Maybe you can suck my blood later."

"Among other things, Cupcake," Renata said with a grin. "Seeing you in that outfit make me want to fuck you right here on the serving table."

"Maybe later, Bear, the party's just begun. Would you care for something to drink?"

"Some white wine would be nice."

Maureen sent a server for two glasses of wine and some petit fours as the two women conversed.

"I haven't seen this much flesh since the beach this summer," Renata said. "I'm practically drooling."

"Isn't it just delicious," Maureen replied. "I feel like a child in a toy store with Mama's credit card. I intend on picking some of these ripe cherries before the nights over. Want to double team a few?"

"Sounds good to me," Renata replied, sipping her wine. "What have you been up to lately?"

"Oh, the usual, board meetings, conferences with lawyers, accountants, financial analysts and the like. It's deadly dull and boring. I so wish Papa had left me money and not his empire," she sighed, "And Mama persists in asking me when she's going to have grandchildren. I certainly don't want to ruin my figure with some smelly little ..."

"Who is that?" Renata said abruptly. She gestured at a costumed guest across the room dressed as Red Riding Hood complete with a goody basket for her Grandma. The woman was blonde, tall, well-proportioned and moved like a shadow among the chattering guests. Her red costume's skirt barely covered her pubic area and her white blouse was open to the sash around her waist revealing a generous amount of cleavage and the fact she wore no bra. She wore a red hat and cape and when she smiled her teeth were shining white. Renata was captivated.

"I think that's the daughter of one of my investment advisors," Bear said peevishly, disliking being interrupted. "She's a tasty little morsel isn't she?"

Renata didn't reply; she was imagining how the girl's pussy would taste, not to mention the taste of her rich red blood when Renata sank her fangs into that lovely neck after making her cum and cum ...

"Earth to Bear, hello?"

"Uh ... sorry Cupcake, she is an adorable little thing."

"Going to sample her, are we?"

"I may just do that, but let's window shop first."

Arm in arm, the women strolled into the crowd of revelers.

***

It was nearing midnight and Renata was having a wonderful time. She and Maureen had several quickies with male and female guests in the sitting room and parlor, but neither had found who they wanted for an all-night love partner. Renata was feeling slightly tipsy from all the wine she'd drunk which was odd, since alcohol didn't usually affect her. Therefore, when a voice said "Good evening Morticia, where's Gomez?" in her ear she jumped, startled.

Turning to see who was speaking, she gazed into large yellow-green eyes framed by a beautiful face and a mane of blonde hair; it was Red Riding Hood.

"Oh, my," Renata said, "you startled me. I'm afraid I don't know anyone by the name of Gomez."

"Hee, hee, well you should, he's your husband, on TV anyway. I'm joking with you sweetie."

Renata's head was swimming, she was gorgeous. She had to have this lovely creature in her bed. Maybe she could seduce and ravish her in the garden.

"I'm so sorry," Renata replied, "I was woolgathering and didn't hear you approach. Where are my manners, my name's Renata."

"Wisteria," The blonde answered. "My mother liked the blooms, so she named me after them; nice to meet you, Renata."

They conversed for several minutes, and then went to the buffet table for a snack. Wisteria's family was involved in petroleum refining and lived in Texas. She was in the city on a shopping trip and a friend had brought her along to the party.

Renata told of her childhood in Hungary (two hundred years ago, but she didn't mention that) and how her family immigrated to America in the early 1900's. Her father owned a chain of medical supply stores catering to the professional trade. They were out of town at the moment visiting relatives in Hungary.

It was midnight and everyone drank a toast to the holiday and the witching hour. As the women talked they were looking each other over, liked what they saw and proceeded accordingly. They drank more wine, laughing and talking; giving each other lingering caresses on arms and shoulders, stroking their prospective partner's hair, conveying their interest and acceptance of one another.

Wisteria finally whispered in Renata's ear "Would you like to go somewhere where it's less noisy?"

"Yes, I would. Come with me. I know this house well and we'll find a place."

She led Wisteria to an elevator concealed behind a drapery. They rose to the third floor, tiptoed up to several doors listening for sounds of lovemaking, finally found a bedroom that was unoccupied and went inside. Renata loosened her dress and it slid to the floor, Wisteria removed her skirt and blouse and they were naked in each other's arms kissing hungrily.

Renata was beside herself with desire and Wisteria was equally excited. Never stopping their open mouthed, tongue swirling kisses, they sidled over to the bed and fell upon it, working their way to the center of the mattress where they began to rub their wet pussies on their lover's firm thigh, kissing and fondling all the while.

Their silky skins glistening with precum juices, they rubbed their clits faster and faster until they screamed into the others mouths in response to the intensity of their orgasms. More rubbing and another set of powerful orgasms made them cry out together in joy and pleasure. Then they relaxed, lying together and panting with the exertion.

"Gawd, that was hawt," Wisteria said, catching her breath. "I can't wait to taste you."

Renata rolled on her back and spread her legs. "Come and get it baby. Eat my hot cunt and make me cum all over your pretty face."

Wisteria slid between Renata's firm thighs and began to lick between the fleshy folds of her soaked pussy. Renata grunted and moaned as Wisteria ate her out with consummate skill. 'Her tongue must be a foot long' she thought, bucking her hips up wanting more. Wisteria licked her gooey slit until Renata thought she was going to faint. Holding Renata's ass in a grip of iron, Wisteria stopped licking and began sucking hard on the engorged clit making loud slurping sounds.

"Ohhhhfuckkk ... I'm cumminggg!" Renata shrieked, spurting ejaculate into Wisterias face, cumming again and again as the woman continued her merciless clit sucking until Renata slumped back on the pillows murmuring "Please, no more, please."

Wisteria released her and they snuggled together regaining their strength.

"You're an amazing woman," Renata said to a smiling Wisteria. "That's some of the best sex I've ever had."

"I'm glad you liked it, baby," Wisteria replied. "I've been watching you all night just looking for the chance to jump your bones."

"You're a hard act to follow," Renata said, stroking Wisteria's breasts, "But I'll do my best."

"Show me what ya got, lover," the woman replied. "I love having my asshole licked." She rolled over, rose to her knees, put her head and shoulders on a pillow and wiggled her ass at Renata who stared through a red fog of desire at the puckered asshole and engorged pussy lips on wanton display for her, then dove in.

She licked around and on Wisteria's wrinkled hole, forcing her tongue into it until the sphincter relaxed and she started tongue fucking in earnest. She pushed two fingers into the woman's wet pussy, moving them in and out and round and round. Wisteria gasped and squealed as her holes were plundered by her lover and she pushed back onto the tongue and fingers moaning "Faster, deeper, fuck my asshole, fuck me!"

Renata nipped and kissed Wisteria's firm butt cheeks as she worked two slippery fingers of one hand in the woman's asshole and four of the other hand in her frothy, dripping cunt, maintaining a steady rhythm so both of her holes were filled at the same time. Wisteria was whimpering and gasping, her body shaking as her orgasm grew and grew until a final penetration of Renata's fingers deep in her holes sent her screaming over the edge into a mind-blowing orgasm, her body jerking like she'd touched a live wire.

Renata continued to fuck her lover until she had two more orgasms, then withdrew her fingers and licked them clean as Wisteria lay before her, sweaty and panting. Renata lay beside her, stroking her lovingly, waiting for the woman to relax before she fed. She only wanted a mouthful or two of her sweet blood, just enough to sustain her and not harm Wisteria. She wanted to see her again.

When Wisteria had calmed, Renata embraced her and began nuzzling her neck, the throbbing jugular vein calling to her to partake of it's life giving fluid. Wisteria moaned in happiness as Renata bared her fangs and sank them into the throbbing vein in the woman's neck, wanting to fill her mouth with rich, salty ...fur?! 

Renata recoiled and faced the muzzle of a huge Red Wolf, it's yellow eyes ablaze, lips curled back from it's fangs in a rictus of savagery and imminent bloody death. She trembled with fear knowing if she was sufficiently damaged she would never heal properly, slowly starving and withering away.

The wolf began to growl deep in it's throat as it continued to stare at her, waiting for it's prey to make a move. Renata shifted her weight and the wolf growled louder. 'It's toying with me', Renata thought, 'Like a cat with a mouse. Fuck this, I'm going down fighting'. She sat up, bared her fangs and claws hissing "Come and get me, wolf. This vampire's not such easy prey."

The beast began to shiver and a musical laugh emerged from it's fanged jaws. "Heeheeheeheehee, you should have seen your face when you got a mouthful of my fur. Heeheeheehee!"

"Wisteria?" said Renata incredulously, "Is that you?"

"Sure it's me, silly," was the reply. "Lemme morph back, it's hard to talk in this form." The wolf shimmered and Wisteria reappeared, still laughing.

"Why ... why ... you little shit!" Renata blustered. "You about scared me to death. I was about to fly out of here before I was torn to pieces."

Wisteria wiped the tears from her eyes, "Well, you were just about to suck me dry weren't you? Some lover you are. And I wanted us to have several more go-rounds."

"I never drain my lovers," Renata said indignantly. "I take just enough to satisfy me. Besides, I may want to fuck them again."

"So you want to fuck again?" Wisteria said, grinning. "How do I know you won't take a sip or two out of me while we're in a 69? I know your saliva numbs the wound, like a Vampire Bat."

"Oh, for crap's sake," Renata said. "Number one, you can tear me limb from limb if I try that. Two, I think you're a wonderful lover and I thought we could see each other again and three ... well. I just won't that's all."

Wisteria stretched languidly "Morphing always makes my muscles tense. We pretty much stay in wolf form on the ranch; it's more comfortable and easier to herd the cattle." She drew Renata to her and they kissed. "I knew you were a vampire all along, baby, but you looked so hot I figured what the hell, I'd probably taste lousy anyway."

Renata snuggled against her; Wisteria was warm, while she was always slightly chilled except when she fed. "How did you know I was a vampire?"

"The nose knows," Wisteria replied, touching hers. "I smelled you clear across the room. Musty with a hint of cinnamon, must be that undead flesh."

"That's my perfume and we're not really undead," Renata replied. "Our bodies have a mutated molecular composition that allows us to age much more slowly than humans. Contrary to legend, we can go out during the day, but we have to cover up or use lots of sunscreen."

"We have different problems," Wisteria said. "If we stay in wolf form there's fleas and ticks to contend with, shedding isn't fun, it itches, then there's the hazard of remaining in human form for extended periods. It puts a terrific strain on our bones and muscles and some of us have been crippled for life because of it."

"Do you think you can stay in human form long enough for us to fuck again?" Renata said playfully.

"I think I can manage that," Wisteria replied, "Top or bottom?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Flexible, huh, I like that in a woman." Wisteria lay on her back and spread her legs, "Get over here and sit on my face. If you don't make me cum, I'll bite you."

"It's tough to bite someone when you're bloodless," Renata quipped, lowering her pussy to Wisterias mouth as she gripped her lover's thighs and licked her wet cunt.

They set to work pleasuring each other, licking, sucking and nibbling, moaning and whimpering, swallowing mouthfuls of sticky juices, rubbing their faces against their lover's labial lips, sucking on erect clits, jerking and wiggling, wanting to make their partner cum before they did. Wisteria exploded cum into Renata's face, her howl of joy muffled in a flood of cum as Renata squealed and came in her face. They ate each other to another orgasm and lay sweating and happy, bodies a sticky mess on the crumpled sheets.

Renata climbed off Wisteria, turned around and lay next to her. "I could use a shower."

"Me too, Now behave yourself or we'll never get clean."

"Hah, keep your paws to yourself Ms. Wolf."

Renata turned on the faucets and when the water warmed they entered the glass stall. Still excited, they leaned against the granite wall under the spray heads, pressing together and riding the other's fingers, moaning in pleasure until they both climaxed and slid down to the floor, kissing and hugging.

When they were finally clean and dry, Wisteria said "I need to stretch my muscles. Wanna take a quick run in the woods? I mean I'll run and you can fly. You can fly, right?"

"Of course I can," Renata replied. "I haven't morphed for a while, but here goes."

Wisteria watched as Renata shimmered and a huge ebony bat appeared, flapping in midair. It had the wingspan of an eagle, glittering red eyes, a fanged mouth, a nose that resembled a curled leaf, sharp claws on it's feet and on midribs of its webbed wings. She hovered and waited until Wisteria had become a wolf then they moved out on the balcony into the cool night.

"It's a long drop," Wisteria said, "Let's sneak downstairs and slip out a side door."

"Nonsense," Renata replied in a piping voice, "I'll carry you down, it's faster that way."

"Are you sure you can lift me ...?" Wisteria began, and then gave a 'Yip' of surprise as Renata's claws grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and they flew out the balcony doors, spiraling to the ground below.

Wisteria shook herself and sneezed, "Well. That was fun, gimme a little warning next time, willya?"

"Sorry, babe," Renata replied, flying in lazy circles above her, "I had to lift a human once, a big guy too; you were light as a feather compared to him. My back ached for a week."

"Let's go then," Wisteria said. "It's getting late and our host will wonder where we've gone." She set off in a gentle lope and gained speed as they entered the forest, Renata keeping pace with quick flaps of her wings. They traveled a good distance until Wisteria finally called for a rest, walked round in a circle and curled up, tail over her nose.

Renata alighted on a branch to wait and then saw movement in the undergrowth. She swooped down upon an unwary rabbit, drained it dry, picked up the warm body and dropped it at Wisteria's muzzle.

"Here's a little snack, babe," she piped.

Wisteria gobbled her prize, spitting out bits of fur and licked her lips. "A little gamy, but tasty," she growled. "I prefer a bloody sirloin, though. Now I want dessert."

"Dessert?" Renata said, "Where are we going to ...?"

"I meant you, baby," Wisteria replied. "I want to lick your pussy."

"Oh, that kind of dessert," Renata said as they returned to human form.

She leaned back against a tree and spread her legs; Wisteria knelt before her and began slurping noisily on her pussy dessert. "Oh God, baby, you eat so good," Renata moaned, gripping her lovers head and grinding her gushing cunt on her face. Wisteria growled deep in her throat as she ate Renata out, loving her moans and little shrieks when she tongued her clit and began to suck it, hard. "Ohhhfuckkkk!" Renata screamed as she climaxed, jetting ejaculate into Wisteria's greedy mouth. She gulped it down and went back for more, finally relenting when Renata had climaxed twice more, moaning happily.




Halloween Masquerade



Wisteria embraced her and they leaned against the tree until Renata had recovered her composure. "Now it's your turn, baby," Renata purred. Wisteria leaned back against the tree as Renata scooted between her spread legs, captured the engorged labial lips in her mouth and began to lick between them furiously. "Nnnnnngghh ... eat me, baby, eat me good," Wisteria moaned, humping Renata's face, wanting more of that wonderful tongue deep inside her. Renata didn't disappoint her as she swirled it round and round against the sensitive pink walls of her lover's delicious cunt, eagerly swallowing the waves of precum pouring into her mouth. 

When Wisteria felt long fingers sliding deep into her puckered asshole, her orgasm exploded, sizzling along her every nerve. She smashed her foaming slit hard against her lovers face, ejaculating forcefully and emitting a wailing "AHHROOoooo!" that echoed through the forest. When she looked down Renata was staring up at her wide-eyed, cum dripping from her nose and chin. "Baby, that was so beautiful," she sighed.

Wisteria pulled her to her feet and they embraced. "You made me come so hard," Wisteria said, tasting her own cum on her lover's face. "That howl was all about you, lover."

"I'm in love with you, you know," Renata replied. "Come back to my place and we'll have your bags sent over from the hotel."

"Mmmm, you talked me into it," Wisteria said. "It's just my laptop, a couple dresses, my makeup bag and a spare pair of shoes. I travel light."

"Speaking of," Renata said, "It's starting to get light now. We better get back to our room."

They morphed again and sped back to the mansion. Renata flew up to the balcony, tried the door and flew down. "It's locked, dammit. Now what do we do?"

"Let's find a door." Wisteria growled. When they found one Renata said "Won't this be locked too?"

"Not for long," Wisteria said, closing her jaws on the handle and twisting. There was a crunch of metal breaking and the door swung open. They returned to human form, crept through the darkened mansion until they reached their room, spooned on the bed and went to sleep.

***

"There you are, darlings," Maureen chirped, bustling through the door. "It's nearly noon. You're welcome to stay for lunch."

"Um ... wha ... sure," Renata said sleepily. She nudged Wisteria, "Wakey, wakey lover, it's lunch time."

"Just as long as rabbit's not on the menu," was the murmured reply.

Slipping into robes, they enjoyed a gourmet lunch, discussing the party and giggling about the guest's antics. Maureen sipped her champagne and said "Where were you two last night? Your bed was all mussed, your costumes were on the floor and you were nowhere in sight."

"We were having sex in a hall closet," Wisteria said brightly, grinning at Renata. "She's a wonderful lover."

"Tight spaces really get her off," Renata replied, patting her lover's hand, "Don't they baby?"

"Mmmhmmm, they sure do. By the way Maureen, could we borrow some clothes to wear home? Those costumes are a bit much for street wear."

"Of course, darling, just rummage in my closet and take what you like. Don't bother to return anything."

Finishing their lunch, the women 'rummaged' through a closet as big as a three car garage, found clothing they liked, engaged in some teasing foreplay, then dressed and went downstairs. Maureen offered them a ride home, but they declined and drove back to the city in Wisteria's rental Corvette. Soon they were snuggled up on a couch in Renata's living room discussing their future together.

"Okay," Wisteria said, "I'm not much for cities and you're not much for the outdoors so why don't we compromise? We can do a six and six or alternate months here and there, how about it?"

"I like that," Renata replied. "You can remain in wolf form in both places until we want to play or snuggle. I'll get enough blood from your cattle to sustain me when we're in the city."

"You're welcome to take a drink from me anytime you're thirsty, baby," Wisteria said, "I trust you."

"That is the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me," Renata replied, eyes filling with tears, "I love you so much it hurts."

"I love you too, sexy," Wisteria replied, "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

They made love that night and every night thereafter, celebrating their anniversaries on Halloween.

End.