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Halloween Cola

By: idmnotm



Simon fell in love with Amalia Locke when he was 14. He'd had crushes before and held his share of hands, but he knew what he felt for her was different. He knew someone amazing was in the room before he heard or saw her. There seemed to be a palpable aura. Even through the rest of his high school years he could sense whenever she was near. She was beautiful and smart and witty and popular. It was terrifying.

When they were freshmen she was a mousey girl with large, inquisitive, laughing eyes. Yet it seemed she became more beautiful every day. By graduation she was the total package, in the form of a slim, pale beauty with black hair and the hints of dangerous curves under her fashionable clothes. She was the girl next door, practically, but she had the looks of a movie star. Not even a porn star - a legit Hollywood A lister to be showered with Oscars for rote line delivery.

Of her interests, hopes, and dreams he had no clue. He was quite smart - at least as smart as anyone he'd met, he reckoned. Therefore he was able to reason that without knowing the girl it was impossible to love her. He was a bit tongue-tied in her presence and she was so popular he wasn't quite able to get her attention.

One thing he did know about her future was her choice of college: Dormontishirechester University, which offered a level of education worthy of modern day royalty. The Lockes didn't appear to be insanely rich but they certainly didn't lack money and Amalia showed no doubt she would get in. Someone of Simon's social status had little hope of going to such an expensive and exclusive college beyond a rare scholarship. When he first fell in love with her he had good grades, but somehow his studies became easier and easier. He discovered talents for math and memory beyond what he thought possible, and proudly became valedictorian. All standardized testing fell to the might of his No. 2 pencil. 

Dormontishirechester didn't just allow him in, they courted him like a football school might pursue a top prospect. Getting the red carpet treatment from an elite institution was more than enough to convince his family to give it a shot.

He finally had a pretense to talk to Amalia. She seemed surprised that he would be going to the same school as her, which gave Simon some satisfaction. 

"An academic scholarship! I didn't even know they had those!" She seemed impressed, but gave no sign that she was attracted to him yet. Nevertheless they kept in touch and had lunch a few times after their shared Freshman Orientation class. They didn't feel like dates, but he finally got a chance to know her better. They were different in a lot of ways but he started to build a connection around their mutual appreciation of classic video games and techno music. 

"You should come to my Halloween Party!"

"It's September still," Simon said with a grin. "Maybe we could just play Mario Kart sometime..."

"Naw, I'm going to be super busy until then." Simon felt that his romantic plans were being gently thwarted. Still, a party with at least one girl whom he happened to be hopelessly in love with was an irresistable proposition.

"Fine, I'll go to your party."

The workload for a freshman at the prestigious university turned out to be enough to block any chances of dating another girl, though he noted with enthusiasm that there seemed to be a glut of beautiful female students. Once he got some breathing room, he might be able to work on moving on from his crush; on the other hand, maybe her "super busy for a month" excuse wasn't bullshit after all.

He got a text message while standing in line for lunch on October 31st.

>Please please please come early? I need help setting up.

>How early?

>As soon as you can.

Haste makes waste, he thought. He made sure he was fed, watered, shaved and showered before putting on some novelty nerd glasses and a short sleeved button up and tie. It was a cheap costume, but he knew that no one cared what men wore unless they were advanced cosplayers. In which case he probably wouldn't going to get the attention he was looking for.

Amalia's off campus home was an old structure that she shared with four other girls. It was rumored to be a secret sorority. It was drab, grey and brown on the outside with an overgrown lawn and looming bushes. The door opened for Simon with a foreboding creak.

Amalia was at the door with half her costume on. She was a naughty schoolgirl from the waist down. Up top she just had a black t-shirt desperately fighting to remain whole as it was stretched across her chest. He had never been sure about the hints of curves under her normal attire, but she was stacked. He decided firmly to give courting the girl another shot.

"Thank you thank you Simon!" He was immediately rewarded with an unexpected hug. Her boobs pressed against him in a way he hadn't dared to hope for. This was going quite well!

"Hey, happy to help Amalia! What do you need?"

"Oh, there's actually plenty of time for that. First have a drink."

She led him into the kitchen where a cast iron pot was bubbling on the counter. She ladled a portion of it into a goblet.

"Here, drink this." Amalia presented him with the goblet now filled with a suspicious looking brown liquid. Vapor steamed somewhat thickly from its bubbling surface. The bubbles themselves were not the usual inviting fizz of soda. They burst violently as if from boiling water. Despite appearances it appeared to be quite cool, and there was no discomfort as the mist touched his hand.

"What is it?"

Amalia giggled. "Halloween Cola! It's my favorite drink." 

Simon regarded the liquid and wondered whether the addition of alcohol would have such a dramatic effect on the color and consistency of common cola. Water, corn syrup, carbon dioxide dissolved under pressure... alcohol. Would alcohol make the bubbles behave like that? 

Well, what else could it be?

Simon took the glass. He had not had alcohol before and did not want to appear cowardly or inexperienced. He didn't hesitate to raise it to his lips, though he kept one eye on it all the way. He didn't notice Amalia watching that same glass. 

He intended to take a careful sip, but his hand continued raising the glass of its own volition. He was aware of the cocktail's amazing flavor and tingling sensation, but was confused because the decision making process seemed to have been completely skipped. He wanted more; he was drinking more. The tingling sensation flowed through his throat and gathered in his stomach. He realized he was chugging the alcohol, but couldn't stop until the drink was gone. Then he tore the goblet away from his face with a gasp.

Amalia laughed out loud. Her giggle was like a tinkling bell, but he wasn't sure how he felt about the tone. Or the drink. "Take it easy, newbie!"

'Newbie?' He intended to say it but instead just thought it. Before he could rally for another attempt at awkward banter, he found himself on his hands and knees. He was trying gamely to lift his cheek off the floor. Oh no! He was drunk!

He saw mostly the floor, highlighted by Amalia's feet and ankles. Each foot rose out of view and back to the floor in turns. He felt something soft land on the side of his face. A soft voice in his ear. "Find me." Then the feet turned and skipped away.

A smell tickled his nostrils. He could not identify it. It was almost like the taste of Halloween Cola. Unlike the drink, though, it seemed to be clearing his head. Simon inhaled deeply and reality came back into sharp focus.

As quick as he breathed, his cock grew to full hardness. He grabbed the object on his head and sprung to his feet. 

Panties? Lacy, black panties. He became dizzy for a moment. Then he found himself pressing the panties to his nose again to take a good whiff. Having already reached his normal level of alertness (and maximum arousal), he was unprepared for the state his mind slipped to. Total clarity. Painfully erect.

He frantically shucked his pants. He was sure another moment trapped in there would cause permanent damage, but when his cock was exposed to the air it appeared he may have been too late. It seemed bigger than usual, but he wasn't sure. Veins stood out and pulsed along it, also unusual. The pleasure convinced him everything was going to be okay. 

Hard dick. Panties in hand. That meant a bare pussy was waiting for him. He dropped the panties and sniffed like a bloodhound. Now a creature of pure instinct, he turned and ran through the house, bursting through doors and leaping over furniture. He climbed the stairs on all fours on his way to what turned out to be her bedroom.

Amalia sat on the bed with her skirt hiked up and legs wide open, rubbing a glistening pussy. She had listened to his progress through the house and was looking directly at his cock when he appeared in the doorway. "Is that for m-"

Simon didn't stop moving, nor did he employ his usual politeness. He grabbed her thighs roughly and entered her steaming cunt in one thrust, cutting her tease off and forcing a groan. Scarcely did he realize he had lost his virginity before he was fucking the shit out of Amalia Locke. Her groan turned into a series of cute girlish fuck-grunts and he realized he was cumming massively as he continued pounding her.

Amalia had intended to turn Simon into an obedient fuck toy, but realized immediately she had overshot the potency of the draught or of her own teasing. Now a dick longer and thicker than any toy she'd tried was pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy. She tried to look into his eyes but they were wild and unseeing. 

"Unh-unnh-unnnh-unh!" 

It was her own voice and the next thing she felt was a warm splash inside her. A wave of pleasure-static crashed and overtook all her senses, slowly receding to the waking world where a big dick fucked her mercilessly. She was now on her back staring at the ceiling, each thrust rocking her back. Briefly only the thick head of his cock remained inside. Strong hands pulled her the other way as he slammed his full length into her again and again. She was aware of it twitching and spurting, knowing what that meant, but before she could do anything about it the pulsing static grew to a full orgasm again.

On her return she found the world exactly the same, including the twitching and spurting. Her legs had curled up and she now used them to push Simon away, gasping. When his dick popped free a stream of hot cum shot out and landed on her clit. It sent her over a new edge, and she rubbed her cum soaked clit furiously while pinching a nipple through her shirt and bra. Simon, for his part, stumbled back to his knees. Cum shot out a few more times before his orgasm stopped. His erection was still almost painfully hard, even as his jerking body slowly came to rest. 

"What the fuuuuuck," moaned Amalia as her clit rubbing set off a new, less staticy orgasm. After a long moment of arched back and held breath, she was sitting up, panting and warily eyeing Simon.

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"You- know..." Simon said between breaths. Some cum had landed on his shirt and he sat up to remove it. When he stood and finally looked Amalia in the eye, he was struggling again to control himself. It was the first time he experienced looking his lover in the eye and seeing post-fuck euphoria. He knew that suddenly the girl's short and tentative long term life goals now involved his cock. His cock...

He glanced down at his still fully hard erection. Her eyes, a moment ago ogling his surprisingly well muscled body, followed his gaze. Then he sprang upon her. 

His aggression surprised her once again. She knew the potion was an aphrodisiac, but he should have followed her orders and been unable to speak. She had ordered Simon to find her, but she realized she never asked him to fuck her. Well in a way she had, but she was pretty sure it had to be a verbal command. 

She had pieced all these things together before he moved, and had time for defensive maneuvers if necessary. Instead she instinctively opened her legs. Was she already conditioned? Was this the training the other girls had promised? She was under the impression that multiple men were necessary to "train" a girl. 

"How- come- you- can- talk?" she said between thrusts. To her disappointment, Simon paused, leaving just the tip inside her. Simon was looking her in the eye.

"What?" he said as with a particularly forceful thrust he resumed his fucking. She was unusually serious about her non sequiter. No, she must be referring to a symptom of the potion. He made an extreme effort to stop fucking but instead only slowed down dramatically. That should have troubled him but given the circumstances he was okay with it.

"Uh, Amalia... what the fuck is Halloween Cola?" Amalia started giggling. That set her tits to jiggling, which was too bad. He was sure he had bought enough time for her to answer. He bottomed out inside her. Something told him to grind his hips against hers to stimulate her clit. He came and then she was again beyond the reach of our shared reality. She wanted to answer his question but she was okay with this result as well.

_____

Bianca didn't trust Amalia. Trust was a nebulous concept among witches anyway, but generally brand new witches were cautious and predictable. Amalia Locke was fearless, gifted, and charismatic. She had grown up in privilege and had never been misled by her old blood parents about the existence of magic.

The Locke girl was a force of nature in their small, unofficial sorority. Bianca's default position of senior leadership turned out to be irrelevant. Amalia and the other girls still needed guidance, snd they weren't going to get any as Amalia drew them into her orbit as she plunged into arcane experimentation.

These thoughts were strong in Bianca's mind as she approached the sorority's house. There were no prominent greek letters above the threshold, but Bianca ran her fingers over the hidden runes around the doorknob. Today was a day to remember magic.

She went to the kitchen to begin preperations, but what she found there put her plans on hold. It didn't take a genius to piece together the clues of sexy panties, men's pants and underwear, an empty cup, and the pervasive odor of "Witch's Brew." She'd never heard (or smelled) of a brew so potent - that bitch Amalia must have been plotting this for a month to save up so much pussy juice!

Nevertheless Bianca found herself smirking. Perhaps this time Amalia would finally face consequences for her audacity.

She wasn't surprised at what she found in Amalia's bedroom at first. Amalia was fucked out, unseeing eyes staring up at the ceiling. Her body was still shaking with each thrust of her victim's hips. The young man's fast tempo suggested they had started only a few minutes ago. Unbeknownst to Bianca, Simon had been going at this rate for hours.

She wasn't shocked by the explicit scene, but her own reaction took her by surprise. Both lovers were extremely sexy, and Bianca was equally as attracted to the ravished beauty of Amalia as she was to the lithe and rutting male. Her heart sped up and her panties just about flooded as she reached full arousal in record time. Intellectually she could realize that she was ensnared in an intense sexual aura, but before she regained her presence of mind her hand was already on her sex. Her fingertip just touched her clit through her panties, setting off a tiny firework of pleasure.

The boy's head snapped up and looked her directly in the eye. She hadn't made a sound! Could it be eropathy? That meant...

"Freeze!" She barked the command as the possessed boy began withdrawing from Amalia's pussy. He obeyed, freezing with at least the tip of his cock still inside the girl. An impressive length was visible and glistening. He bared his teeth at Bianca.

That overacheiving bitch had really done it this time. Stories told of witch's brew so potent as to induce incubus possession. An incubus would only possess an enslaved body if it meant a chance to fuck an extremely sexy and horny virgin. At least he would be forced to obey commands.

It was still bad news for the boy. The enthrallment was temporary but the possession was not. Without intervention, they would have a dangerous male sex demon on their hands at dawn.

She strode over to the head of the bed to inspect Amalia. Her face was virtually frozen in ecstacy. A trail of drool was traveling down her cheek and somehow even that was sexy. She could be revived by a gentle magic spell, but this was a rare teaching opportunity. Bianca slapped her across the face a few times before resorting to emptying a nearby water bottle over her head. Amalia came to, sputtering.

"Aaaah! Holy shit! Simon you're an animal! Hi Bibi." Could the girl really be this unflappable after a demonic fuck coma?

"Simon isn't here Amy. You fucking demonized him!" A pause.

"What?" chorused the pair.

"I'm right here," added Simon. He moved one of his hands from his grip on Amalia's hips to her pussy, pressing her clit down to contact the top of his dick. "I guess I am feeling more sinister than usual." He slowly pressed back into her, inducing a gurgling moan from the girl. The technique left her twitching with pleasure aftershocks. Bianca found herself nearly panting at the sight before once again forcing herself under control.

"Silence, demon. Amy, this guy shouldn't be able to talk. You used the brew on him, right?" After the moment it took for Amalia's eyes to refocus and meet Bianca's, she nodded. "So he should be dumb, obedient, and perpetually hard."

"Yeah... I just figured my Simon was special. Or that I was special. Well obviously I'm special, but I wasn't sure if that caused the altered effect."

"Your saved up pussy juice seduced an incubus who is living inside your boyfriend. If he's still in there when the brew wears off, he's going to be out of control and able to enslave anyone he fucks."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." Simon started.

"Shut up! I told you to remain silent! And keep your dick right where it is!" the blue eyed blonde bombshell ordered him.

Simon narrowed his eyes and actually began withdrawing before Amalia added "Oh, yes please."

Simon was pretty sure he wasn't possessed. He wasn't dumb either, mentally or verbally. He wasn't sure about his free will however. He had gone about losing his virginity with all the self control of a hardcore addict. On the other hand he hadn't exactly done anything he didn't want to to.

He gazed upon Amalia's beautiful form and realized his hands and dick had been busily pleasuring the girl while he was contemplating the nature of free will. He was grinding into her to increase clitoral stimulation while one hand firmly and gently grasped her throat. His remaining hand was cleverly playing with her tits, tweaking, squeezing, and outright mauling them to Amalia's delight. He was doing what he wanted to do but he was using knowledge and skill a geek virgin shouldn't have access to. He squeezed her titty a bit harder and it bulged deliciously.

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, uh oh," sneered Bianca before double taking. "Uh oh?"

Simon's initial attempt to answer was muffled by a mouth full of titty. He released it with a small but audible pop. "Yeah I'm not sure if you're right about the demon thing." He twisted his tongue around the nipple to give Amalia's areola a long, slow lick. "But I don't know anything about magic. Or sex for that matter, but I seem to have a lot of carnal knowledge from no where and I keep doing things without realizing it."

"WHAT?" screamed Bianca. "I CAN'T FUCKING HEAR YOU, YOU MORON." Her shouting was nearly drowned out by the groans and squeaks generated by Amalia and the bedsprings. Simon had started slamfucking the girl midsentence.

"Oh shit." He pulled out completely and faced Bianca. "Hey, I'm sorry about that. I seem to fuck on autopilot when I'm not concentrating..." Simon trailed off. The blonde had practically dove for his throbbing cock and stuffed it into her mouth with both hands. Her eyes narrowed obsessively and teared up as she facefucked herself. "That seems counterproductIVE!" Her whorish behavior was rewarded as he jerked his hips and fired ropes of magic cum down her throat. A puddle of her juice formed on the ground between her knees as her panties soaked through.


Halloween Cola



"Dickhog," Amalia giggled as Bianca collapsed. Simon's long dick slipped free. "Simon! Fuck me before she recovers!"

Simon turned towards Bianca quizzically. He was on board with her suggestion but wasn't sure why she was so serious about it. His supernatural erection pointed directly at her snatch like a divining rod. Bianca grabbed his cock and with a roll of her hips she reengaged their union. "Yes! She's not going to be able to resist your cock if it's out in the open like that."

"Oh." Simon pumped a few times. Overall the situation was not bad as far as he was concerned. "Um, maybe this is going to be okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure you're fine with all this. And to be honest I am too, but only for maybe a few weeks, max? By then we need to dial this back to a few hours a day. Also there's a risk you have a semi dormant incubus waiting to enslave me and my friends at dawn while you helplessly witness a lifetime of rape and atrocities committed by your own body."

"Oh, good call." He fucked pensively. "I... don't like those."

"Don't like what?"

"Rape... and atrocities."

"Oh right. Bianca... fuck..." Amalia gasped her way through the latest burst of static. "Sweetie, do you think you can figure out how to save us?"

Bianca rose from the floor. She understood that the enhanced cum in her belly was the cause of the sweet, burning sensation she felt. It was spreading, creeping towards her pussy. She was going to be wracked by periodic orgasms for a while. Between her and the two other sisters, they had invited six boys hoping for a witch's brew slave orgy. She needed to supervise that hopefully routine Halloween orgy while organizing a secret incubus exorcism and dealing with spontaneous demon orgasms. It was going to be a long night. Suddenly she realized that Amalia had finally asked for her help. That was satisfying.

"Alright. We need Sally. I'll make the call."

Meanwhile, the other sisters arrived. Toni and Isabella were younger than Bianca and less powerful than Amalia, but had every bit of the beauty common to girls with magical natures. Conscious alterations of one's normal appearance to be more attractive were frowned upon and nearly taboo, but it was generally agreed that magic sensitives instinctively influenced their appearance in their adolescent years. It was less common among males (at least, above the waist) but boon athleticism was more common.

They found Bianca in the kitchen. "Girls," she said, "We have a problem."

_____

Salindra was supposed to work tonight. A stripper calling out of work is common and extremely bad for their pocketbook, as unscrupulous club owners will use any excuse to dock pay. Salindra never called out and didn't give one shit about the money, but the club owner said not to worry about it. She had been worth any five girls and she'd been reliable for years, and luckily he was one of the few pimp-hearts with capacity for loyalty.

Bianca's call was one she'd been waiting on for a long time. Finally an incubus! She knew that the sorority's depraved abuse of Witch's Brew would pay off eventually, which was precisely why she had started the practice years ago.

When she arrived she found a rather one-sided orgy going on despite the crisis elsewhere in the home. The minor witches, it appeared. A buxom, dusky one was being spitroasted on all fours while a pixie on her back moaned through an orgasm, courtesy of the current head of a line of four guys. "Next!" she said, and the boy fucking her moved to the back of the line and another one took his place.

"Psst!" Salindra looked over to see Bianca peeking from the kitchen. She joined her in the relative privacy.

"Who thought it wise to proceed with this... party?"

"Canceling it never crossed my mind. It's like some kind of tradition." Salindra decided to let it go rather than revealing her role in the tradition.

"Where is the incubus?"

"Well I'm not sure what he is, but it's not a normal reaction and we figured better safe than SORRY!" Bianca experienced a knee buckling orgasm at the end of her sentence. Salindra raised an eyebrow. "Oof... yeah he's got some kind of irresistable mojo going on," she offered.

"Where?" Salindra repeated.

"Upstairs, come on."

Salindra peeked into Amalia's bedroom. "Well he's not possessed by an incubus."

"Really?"

"Yes. Incubi do not make love." Salindra opened the door to reveal the couple making out and writhing slowly against each other, pausing occasionally to stare into each other's eyes.

"Huh, they weren't doing that earlier. But he isn't under control or dumb or anything."

Sally strode over to the couple and scooped up some cum that had landed on Amalia's belly. Neither lover acknowledged her. Before Bianca could warn her, Sally popped the cum coated fingertip into her mouth. She needn't have worried.

Sally was shocked by what she tasted. "He is possessed, but he's also kin." She smacked her lips. "Satyr, a few generations back. He's also got strong throwback characteristics of Nerd the Math Golem."

"Who?"

"Nerd was a Golem created by a mage princess in antiquity to help her research. So powerful was his capacity to learn and calculate that he reverse engineered the free will algorithm. It turns out a simulated soul counts as a real one." Salindra looked at the boy. "Nerd seduced his princess and fathered a hybrid line of genius mages. Somewhat eccentric, generally, but because of their discrete free will algorithm they were immune to mind control. It's been too dilute to matter for millenia, but it seems our little incubus host here is a bit of an atavism."

"So there is an incubus!"

"Yes, but there is no danger of hijacking his free will. The incubus can increase his arousal level to greater and greater levels to overcome his golem nature. However the boy is also part satyr, and at supernatural arousal levels he has no free will and merely fucks on instinct. He's also desperately throwing out his auras and demonic senses, but that's about all he can do. We should still help the boy. He's gifted with genius and satyr nature, and is actually magic sensitive. Uncontrollable sex addiction and seduction aura are going to waste his true potential." 

Salindra didn't really care. As far as she was concerned, the boy had really struck the genetic and situational jackpot. Without her intervention, he would probably have all the girls in the house in a harem by the weekend's end. She needed that incubus.

She tapped the boy on the shoulder. "Oi! You there!" Simon looked up.

The woman tapping him on the shoulder was yet another wet dream come true. A black woman with a completely knockout body wrapped in a slinky red dress. Tattoos of mysterious symbols covered her slim figure, still highlighted by amazing, full breasts and wide hips. Her face was cute, and regal, and sexy, and beautiful; it was impossible. Framed by a shock of black kinky hair, her face held bedroom eyes and plump lips that demanded attention. He saw the lips move but he was pretty sure he didn't hear her with his ears. And yet he understood:

'You want that incubus out of you, yes?'

Simon nodded. 

Salindra directed their activity to prepare for the ritual. Simon was to remain "sheathed" until the last possible moment, so he was left standing with his back to the wall and Amalia still impaled on his dick. It took no effort for him to support her with a firm grip on her ass cheeks. For her part, Amalia wrapped her arms around Simon's neck and rested her head on his shoulder, weakly fucking his amazing dick with what remained of her sense and energy. 

Magical chains were produced, brought by Salindra in anticipation of an incubus possession. Simon's waist and wrists were chained to the wall with almost no slack, while Salindra was attached to the other side of the room. Her chain was much longer, and while she was able to stretch parts of her body to touch Simon, she was attached at the waist and neck so it was impossible to get her mouth or pussy around his dick.

Bianca, wearing a Hazmag suit from the house's supply closet, finally dragged Amalia off his cock and out of the room. She shut the door and collapsed. All she could do at this point was wait. And orgasm, of course. Bianca shuddered through another little miracle of demon cum. Maybe she could get gangbanged for just a little bit. When Bianca recovered she took off the suit and her clothes, then made her way downstairs.

Salindra stood in the middle of the room, still clad in her stripper dress. "Boy. We are alone now so I'll give you the truth. I am a demon."

Simon gave little reaction. "Is that going to help or what?"

"Fool! Demons are not to be trifled with. As the original owner of this body learns every day!" The ebony goddess gave a menacing grin. "You were lucky not to be susceptible to the incubus's total control. You are protected by nature at both cognitive and instinctive levels." She began to dance, turning to show him the form of her round and magnificent ass stretching the tight dress. She began to move her hips enticingly.

"However if our friend trapped inside you and I work together, we may be able to push you beyond even satyr levels of arousal." Her dance brought her ass within inches of his straining dick. The point nearest to his rod suddenly burst into flame, engulfing the dress and making it disappear like flash paper. The room was plunged into darkness before the tattoos on Salindra's body began to gleam like magma peeking through cracks in the earth. The burning glow seemed to flow hypnotically through her body, always drawing Simon's eye to a new image of arousal.

"Listen well, young mage. An incubus and succubus pair is unstoppable." She cupped her breasts, letting the straining man bury his face in them. She whispered in his ear, and her breath felt intoxicating. It was as if his sense of hearing had secretly been an erogenous zone his whole life, and had finally found a pussy. "We will rule this world, or the demon world. He will own your body and mine if you cannot fight."

She backed up again. She continued massaging her breasts with one hand, while the other teased down her belly to rub her bare pussy. "YES! Ooh, whoever you are in there, your aura is strong!"

"Thank you, Salindra."

Salindra looked the male in the eyes and saw him. "Zoltran. I had hoped it would be you."

"What a marvelous body this is! I could take this world with or without you." Simon was now convinced that he was possessed. He was indeed reduced to a witness and his mouth moved and said things he never thought. The succubus said he could fight. How?

"My chains hold you Zoltran. If you wish to be freed you must agree to a partnership." Salindra was now rubbing her pussy quite fast, dripping arousal onto the floor.

"A meagre bargain Salindra. I shall be free eventually no matter what."

"Very well. You may also fuck me."

"As if that were a one sided exchange..."

"Fuck me! Oh, fuckfuckfuckfuck..." Salindra sank to her knees, still rubbing frantically and now squirting an orgasm onto Simon's feet.

"Slut! Whore! Cunt! Wench! I shall own your pussy! Belong to me! You were meant to be fucked by me! You want this!"

Apparently the demons were negotiating. Simon wasn't sure but this might be his last chance to thwart a world domination plan. The demon in control would not bend to his logic or his desire; those had been overridden. What did he have left?

Amalia. He could sense her, sleeping on the ground outside. Perhaps his affinity for the girl had been supernatural all along. He realized that he could reach out to her. It felt like a futile strain, but it was real. His willpower, maybe his magic, he wasn't sure. He turned his efforts to the invader in his own body and felt something he could strain against. Something with a little bit of give.

His eyes bugged out. "Salindra!" his voice shouted. "Enough! I agree to your terms."

Salindra's eyes flashed. The chains came loose and fell to the ground. The two demons flew into each other's embrace, chanting. As their bodies impacted the stripper was impaled, then they were twisting and vibrating lustfully in midair. Simon experienced the ecstacy of succubus pussy even as he continued to batter the incubus invader with his willpower. It was a battle that he was now losing. He felt his will being pushed back as the two demons joined forces against him.

The door flew open to reveal a nude Amalia. She was responding to the desperate tug of Simon's aura. She immediately knew that it wasn't a normal exorcism; both Salindra and Simon were possessed. It was the only explanation for their chorus in demonic tongue. However, now that their demonic natures had both surfaced, she could drive them out. She threw her own will against them, though her body betrayed her and began masturbating furiously. At least she had control of what was important.

Between Simon and Amalia they could force a draw, but the demons already had a winning position. Zoltran's eyes were locked with Salindra's, and through them Simon saw a brief flash of terror. He stretched his new sense to the deepest part of the succubus and he found her. 

The chanting stopped. Zoltran was silent now, but Salindra was screaming. The whites of their eyes glowed like hot coals, then bright as the sun. Then the bodies fell to the floor with a thump and the couple finally separated. Amalia slumped. The light of dawn peeked through the window, revealing Simon's penis to be finally flaccid. 

He was covered in hard muscle and though his cock was no longer hard it stretched impressively down his leg. "Is he still possessed?"

"Nay." Salindra's host could barely move, but managed to answer from the floor. "Oh thank heavens, I'm free." She began to cry softly. Amalia moved to embrace her, and Simon rolled over with a groan. The three of them comforted each other in the dawnbeam. 

However the girls were still amazingly nude, sexy, and scented with arousal. His cock stretched across the black woman's thighs to touch Amalia's leg. She reached down to grasp it. Her hand was joined by the former succubus host's. 

"What's your name?" Amalia asked.

"I am Osumare." Osumare smiled.

"Osumare, let's suck his dick."



Halloween Comes with Big Surprise



I wanted to share an experience here that started off totally innocent and wound up totally decadent.

It was Halloween a few years back and I was asked to ride security for the party and to insure the kiddies were all safe and sound at the end of their night. It was after all the parents of the kids left with their little goblins and witches that the real trick and treating started. 

I had made the last of my rounds that night and was sitting in the parking lot writing up the after action reports for the number crunchers back at the Department. As I was putting the last period on the reports, I happened to notice someone still wearing their costume approaching the cruiser. I could tell it was a female by the way she was walking and her long blonde hair was flying away in the gentle evening breeze.

She came up to the passenger side of the police cruiser and knocked on the window. As I rolled the window down she said that they were having an adult Halloween party in case I would like to attend and that it would be going on til way after midnight or so it was planned. 

I told her that I didn't get off duty until 1am and that I didn't have a costume in the trunk to Change in to. She pulled off her mask displaying a huge smile. She was a bombshell in the face and since I couldn't see anything else about her, I could only assume that the rest of her matched or complimented her beautiful facial features. 

She said that the party would likely still be going strong at 1 and 2 and probably 3am. So, I told her that I would give it some thought and if all went well the remainder of the shift, I might just show up after I got changed in to civilian attire. She smiled and said she would be looking out for me later on.

That Halloween night was remarkably quiet and my shift ended on time without me having any additional paperwork to turn in over what I had already done while on patrol. I had almost forgotten about the party and I suddenly remembered it when I was showering and getting ready to head out. I wondered what my boner was about and then her face came to my thoughts. So, I quickly finished showering and got dressed and drove over to the high school gym where the kids party was held. As I got out of my personal car, I saw that gorgeous blonde standing in the doorway and was apparently watching for me or someone else. 

As I approached her, she recognized me and gave a little squeal of pleasure and grabbed me by the hand and led me inside. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the gym, I smelled the aroma of heady sex. But, I didn't give it a whole lot of thought. Finally the blonde introduced herself as Carmen and lead me around the room and down in to the locker rooms and in to the gymnastic center. 

Stepping through the doorway of the gymnastic center, Carmen shouted above the spooky music that she had her date for the evening and we were immediately assailed by a horde of people who were all wearing masks and not a whole helluva lot else. Carmen seemed to snuggle in closer to me as a small group of people approached as if she were a bit apprehensive about them. So instinctively, I put my arm around her and drew her in to a snuggle hug to play along but to give her some comfort as well.

As one of the women in the little group walked up to me, she reached out and grabbed my cock through my trousers. I flinched from that contact because it totally caught me off guard. The room was very dimly lit and was almost impossible to see skin or hair color and only once the people were up really close could I even tell if they were male or female.

When the masked woman gave my cock a big squeeze she called me Rick and at first I thought she must have just had a verbal faux pas. So, I took her hand and gave it a little squeeze and said to her that she had a firm grip. She threw her head back in laughter saying that I hadn't seen any thing yet.

Carmen and I wandered around the room a bit watching some of the goings on which weren't really exciting at all. As we walked through a doorway that lead to another workout room, my eyes began to adjust to different lighting. I could make out many couples and they were all horizontal. I could hear some moans and groans over the music and looking at Carmen, I asked her if we were in the right place. She squeezed my hand and said that we were indeed where she wanted to take me.

As we wandered around that room, we found a spot where we could sit down and within a matter of seconds after sitting, Carmen began taking her clothes off. I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer but I know an orgy when I see one and this was an orgy in the makings. After Carmen had stripped off her clothes, she started untying my shoes and then helped me off with my pullover sweater and finally my pants. As my underwear cleared down past my cock, it sprang to life and was standing tall and proud. 

Carmen dropped to her knees in front of me and began sucking my cock like there would be no tomorrow. As she cupped my balls and sucked my cock, the woman who had groped me in the other room walked up to me and began to rub my chest while she positioned herself on to my lap. Carmen never missed a beat engulfing my raging hard on and swallowing my cock all the way down her throat.

I finally was able to ask the woman who was grinding her fur covered pussy in to my pubic bone what her name is. She giggled and said, "Rick you silly goose, it's Shelly." Playing along with that, I said, Shell, my eyes haven't adjusted to the lights yet and couldn't see your smile. She laughed heartily saying that she wasn't aware that I had ever seen anything about her except her pussy. With that, Carmen hit that sensitive spot on my cock and my nut sack immediately began to spasm a copious amount of cum down her throat. She took as much as she could but some was oozing out from the corners of her mouth and was beginning to drip off her chin. 

Shelly who had been watching her, leaned forward and started licking the cum from Carmen's chin and now her boobs. AS Shelly leaned forward, my dick which Carmen had loosed in order to lean back to give Shelly the angle and position she needed, was still hard. It slid back along Shelly's slit until the cock head was pressed against her slick opening. She wiggled her ass a little bit and the next thing I know I was fucking a woman wearing a mask while a beautiful blonde was licking her ass. 

Shelly ground her pussy down hard on my cock and was moaning and groaning and I wasn't sure if it was from my cock or Carmen's tongue. After a couple minutes of lap fucking, Shelly tensed up and released a wash of she cum all over my lap while wiggling her ass in Carmen's face. As I tossed my head back in bliss, another woman walks up behind me and starts rubbing her thick bush in my face. She was wet as a sponge and was hornier than any one woman I have ever met. I flicked my tongue out and whipped it up and down her slit for a few moments when Shelly got off my lap and had pushed Carmen back on to her back and immediately dived down face first in to her pussy while re-positioning her own furry cunt in to a sixty nine with Carmen.

My new slut friend broke from my tongue strokes long enough to move around in front of me and like an acrobat she did this twisty thing and the next thing I knew she had her pussy in my face, her mouth wrapped around my now flaccid cock all the while I was still seated in the chair. She sucked my cock back to life and as she did so,I opened my eyes just as something was moving from behind me and over my head. As my eyes focused, I saw this hard cock gliding right over my scalp to lodge itself in my new Wench's ass. She took that cock like a pro and within a couple seconds he was thrusting in and out of her ass while I continue eating and sucking her pussy. 

Suddenly without warning she arched her back and literally sprayed my face with a g spot orgasm. I could feel the other man's cock beginning to pulsate but I was not about to get a load of cum dribbling down on to my face. So, I picked up the woman and twisting amid the protest of the man because his cock had come out of her ass before he could blow his load, I turned and placed the woman face down on the gym mats and he was instantly back balls deep in her ass. 

I got up and started off in search of the bathroom and as I stepped over or around several couples, I saw that Carmen had moved as well and was not engaged in a 8 woman daisy chain. Seven guys were lined up along the wall near them wanking their cranks and were watching the movement of the chain. I found the toilet and unloaded about a gallon of piss it seems and returned to the action. As I walked back in to the orgy room, I saw that there were now about thirty couples laying all around or standing propped against the wall, all engaged in wild sex acts. Shelly meanwhile came up to me saying that she was afraid I had left already. 

I told her that I had to find the little boy's room and she chuckled and asked me if I was hard again yet. I told her that I was not but was hoping I could get some help on that. She grinned in the low light glow and said that she thought she might just have the solution to my little problem. She took me by the hand and lead me to another room where it was totally dark inside except for a faint glow from candles that were placed by this wall divider.

As Shelly lead me to the wall, I noticed there were about a half dozen holes about cock high. Ahh yes a knothole as we used to call them back in the day. Shelly walked me right up to the wall and telling me that she bet that I could figure out the rest, she zipped around the wall to the other side. By now my cock was beginning to attempt coming around. I stepped up to one of the holes and slipped my semi erect cock through. Within about two seconds a pair of lips was wrapped around my shaft and was beginning to suck some life back in to my wandering wanger.

Whomever it was on the other side was some more cock sucker. They ran their tongue up and down my shaft and around the head and would just lightly flick the tip of my cock with their tongue. After a couple minutes, I felt a second set of lips and tongue on my rod and it seemed like there was a playful game of "mine" on the other side of the wall. I let loose of a wad of cum like no other and to my joy and excitement, I felt like the mouths on the other side did not let a drop fall to the floor. As my cock softened, I pulled back from the wall and as I was turning around, another hand grabbed my rod while at the same time there was a bright flash of light that totally screwed my night vision up again for several minutes. 

But before I could get my eyes adjusted, I was gently laid on the floor on my back. A mouth was on my cock again and within a minute, I was hard again. Within a few seconds more, I felt a tight hot hole sliding around my rod of iron. After a few seconds of anal relaxing, the ass began to slide up and down on my dick. 

As my eyes began to readjust, that bright flash of light hit me again and once more I was in total blackness. As that ass slid up and down on my cock, I thought I felt something soft bumping my pubic bone and then it hit me, it was a set of balls bouncing up and down on me. Apparently I was fucking some dude in his ass. All of a sudden I exploded yet one more load of cum up this ass and after my cock started to shrink, off that ass came from my cock with a little plop sound. 

By now my eyes were beginning to adjust once again and then BAM that light again. Back in to blackness I went and speaking of blackness, as I lay there on the floor, I heard this faint whisper in my ear asking if I had ever made it with a black woman. I said no and before I could think, a pair of delicious lips were smashed in to mine and we were frenching like mad. All the while she was playing tonsil hockey with me, her hand was stroking my cock back to life. 

By now my eyes were almost adjusted to the dark but this time, I didn't let on that my sight was coming back. So as my eyes adjusted, I carefully squinted slightly in order to see without being noticed. As my eyes fell across first the body and then the face, I beheld a vision of chocolate glory. She was stunningly beautiful and oh man did she know how to work her pussy.

We fucked for a long long time and she must of cum about a dozen times. I was covered by her woman wash. Her cum was hot hot hot and she took everything I had. Since I had already cum so much that night, I just wasn't going down nor was I launching a missile of cum. So, Joyce as I heard her say her name was rode my cock without stopping or taking a break.

After a goodly long time on my cock, she unleashed a bucket of woman cum on to me one more time and she collapsed over on top of me. My cock was still buried in her snatch and all at once I felt her tense and she let out a loud "OH!" Then within a few seconds, I felt someone had impaled her ass with either a cock or a dildo and was working her hard. She began thrusting back on to them all the while keeping very careful to not loose my dick from her clenching pussy.

All that excitement brought my cock back to it's hardness and though there was not a cum dump in the near future, I was good to go with steady fucking that beautiful woman. All of a sudden her back arched, she dug her nails in to my shoulders and screamed like a banshee. She yelled "RICK I AM CUMMING!" With that she squealed again and about tore my dick off with her thrashing in uncontrollable spasms and orgasms. When she once again collapsed on me, she cuddled in close as she could and said, "Rick, that is the best fuck I have ever had in my life." 

After we laid there a while, I noticed the lights in the other room start to come on and within a few seconds, the lights in this room started to flicker to life. All of a sudden, my new vision of glory looked up at me and jumping up like someone shot out of a cannon, she started laughing and jumping up and down. She called for Shelly and Carmen and the other woman and others over. As each one approached, they would gasp and start laughing. Finally Carmen arrived last and as she asked what everyone was laughing at she glanced down at me and burst out to laughing hysterically. 

After all had calmed their laughing down, Carmen spoke saying, "Oh my I wonder where Rick is?" 

Realizing that one helluva mistake had been made, I extended my hand in a humorous gesture saying, "Hi, my name is Henry and I don't know who the hell Rick is but I am mighty glad he wasn't able to make it tonight."

Rick, it turns out was supposed to have come to the Halloween party dressed as a Cop and Carmen had thought that I was Rick. Since the night was dark and late she had made a grand mistake...



Halloween Costume



 "Daddy?" 

"Yes, baby. Why is your door closed?"

 "I'm almost ready. I want to show you the costume I'm working on for waitressing on Halloween at work." 

"Okay. Since you work at Hooter's, this ought to be interesting. Come out when you're set."

 "As a matter of fact, I'm done now. Here goes." 

"Holy shit, baby!

 "You like it, Daddy?" 

"Holy shit!"

 "I'll take that as a yes. I know it's not all that original. I got the idea from that cheesy ole Britney Spears video. I'd like to think I can rock the Naughty Schoolgirl way better than she can. I mean, she's about four inches taller than me, but I fill out the white shirt way better than her. Skirt, too." 

"Holy shit. I have to tell you, if I were the headmaster of your school, you'd be in real trouble for the way you modified that school uniform."

 "Oh. OH!!!! I'm sorry Sir if I'm breaking the rules. It's the weekend, and I'm just trying to be a little more comfortable." 

"Well, Miss Randi, we take our responsibilities seriously here. The Wayward Women Preparatory School is serious about getting you young ladies ready for the real responsibilities of adulthood. Now that you're legally adults, the consequences of continuing your old behavior becomes more severe. That's why we're a full-time boarding school. You have to be role models for each other, even on Saturdays. That means wearing the school uniform with pride."

 "Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir." 

"No you don't. Not from the way you're dressed now. That's why I've called you over to the Residence. We need to have a long, hard talk about consequences."

 "Yes, Sir." 

"Follow me, young lady. The uniform you are issued is supposed to give you ladies an important understanding of modesty and how the way you dress affects the way you think and live. All of you led dissolute lives before coming here, but you managed to avoid the harshest punishments due to your age. This is really your last chance to straighten yourselves up. Do you understand?"

 "I think I do, Sir." 

"I think the evidence in front of me is proof that you don't. For instance, Miss Randi, you are not wearing a brassiere under your white blouse. A young lady with your endowments really needs to wear a bra when wearing a white shirt. I can see your aureoles through this thin material. And the sheer size of them means your blouse is stretched out. Hmmm. I suspect you wear a 36DD bra. Am I right?"

 "Yes, Sir. Exactly right. How can you tell my size so exactly?" 

"Well, when I cup your breasts in my hand like this, they more than fill my palms. In fact, they spill out. And, Miss, your nipples are stiff. I can feel them with my thumbs."

 "Yes, Sir. Mmmm." 

"Next, your blouse has been tied off halter style, exposing your midriff. We cannot have that. You are putting on quite the display young lady. Dressing like this, even on the weekends, is forbidden because it takes you back to your old, immoral lifestyle that we are dedicated to eradicating for your own good. If the other girls see this, it could reverse all the gains they've been making this semester."

 "Yes, Sir." 

"We prefer the positive feedback method of changing your thought processes. But in extreme cases like this one, we also believe in negative feedback here at the School. For your brazenness, you will have to be punished. You will be treated in the manner in which you present yourself. Do you understand why, Miss Randi?"

 "Yes, Sir. I understand. And I'm ready to accept your discipline." 

"Good. A young woman dressed as you are is not a lady by any stretch of the imagination. Presenting yourself as a hussy results in being handled as a piece of flesh. This tied off midriff. All I have to do is pull it like this and it comes apart. Now I can see those big tits of yours, and the nipples look like they're begging to be sucked."

 "Ahhh, oh my. Yes sir. Of course. And oh that feels good sir. Ahhh. Your tongue. Yes. Ah, you stopped!" 

"That's so I can take off my shirt. There. I want to feel those big tits rubbing against me. Yes, just like that. You like how my chest hair feels on your nipples, don't you?"

 "Oh, yeah. But you seem uncomfortable. Oh, you have a problem." 

"Yes, I do. And you're going to help me with it. Get down on your knees."

 "Yes, sir. Let me unbuckle your pants. And now the zipper. And pull down....hey, I just got slapped in the face." 

"You caused the problem."

 "And it's a big problem. Oh my, it's a huge problem. Huge and thick. Mmmm." 

"That's right. Take it into your mouth, just like that. That's it. Suck on my dick. That's right. Now lick around the head and the underside. Yes."

 "I like nice big flesh lollipops like this. Mmmm. And licking big balls. Yours are so tight right now. Mmmm." 

"Ohhh. Yes. Now stop and stand up. You like sucking cock, I can tell. Did sucking on my big dick get your panties all wet?"

 "No, sir, it didn't." 

"I don't believe you. I'm going to check for myself. Oh my, you're right. You're not wearing panties under that short little skirt."

 "Mmmm, no sir. Ahhh. Your finger." 

"Yes, my finger. Your pussy is sopping wet, however. Oh my. Let me unzip that skirt and get it out of the way. Now lie down on the bed and spread your legs."

 "Yes, sir." 

"I see you keep your cunt hair trimmed. Girls that keep their bush nice and neat like to have their pussies eaten, don't they?"

 "I love getting eaten out. Oh, yes. Lick me. Just like that. Yessss." 

"Mmmm. Tasty. I'll bet your clit is sensitive. Let's see."

 "AHHH. YES. Mmmmm. OhGodyouputyourtongueinsideme. Yes. Inandout. Ahhh. Ahhh. Ahhh. HEY!" 

"That's right, I stopped. You're still wearing those non-regulation heels. You know what those shoes are called don't you. Yes you do. Fuck-me shoes. Well, it's time."

 "Oh, yes it's time. Time." 

"You want to be fucked, don't you?'

 "Yes. Yes. Please fuck me. I want your cock in me." 

"Your pussy is so wet and slick. Mmmm, there we go."

 "OHyes. Big. Yes." 

"You're so nice and tight. Oh, yes. Nice and slow. Nice and slow."

 "Oh. Deep. Fuck. Big. Fill me up. Unnnh." 

"Your tits bounce when you fuck. Oh, my. You love cock, don't you? Don't you?"

 "Yes. Yes. Fuck. Me. Deep. Yes. Yes. Yes. Ahhh." 

"Are you a slut? Are you my little cock hound.?"

 "Yes. Yes. Slut. Fuck. Me. Cock. Fuck. Fuck. Oh. Yes. Getting. Close." 

"Oh, I can. Feel your pussy. Getting tighter. Yes. You want my cum. Don't. You?"

"AHHHH. AHHHH. FUCK."  "Nowwwww. Yes. Unnh. Cum. In. Your. Pussy. AHHHH!"

 "AHHHHHhhhhh. Ahhhhh. Cumming." 

"Ahhh. Haaah. Now you know what happens when you dress like that. You dress like a slut. You get treated like a slut. You understand?"

 "Ahhh. Ah. Yessss. I dress like that, ahhh, and I get treated like a slut. Whew. I wind up getting stripped naked. Then I have my nipples sucked on. Then I drop down to my knees and have my mouth filled with a cock. Then I get my pussy licked and eaten to the point where I can't take any more. And then I spread my legs for a huge thick cock that pumps in and out of my drenched pussy. I get my brains fucked out and I cum so much that I squirt all over the sheets while I'm filled up with loads and loads of spunk. I understand." 

"I see that you do. So have you learned your lesson, Miss Randi?"

 "Yes, Sir, I have. So next Saturday, I dress like this again and come straight over to the Residence so you can reinforce my punishment with that huge dick of yours pounding my pussy. Is that right?" 

"You're a slow learner on this, young lady. I can see you'll need repeated reinforcement on your lesson."

 "Yes, Sir. Exactly." 

"What am I going to do with you?"

 "Fuck me. A lot." 

'You are a bad, bad girl. That's all there is to it."

 "Heee, heee. Yes, Daddy, I'm a bad girl. I'm your bad little girl. I'm glad you liked my Halloween costume." 

"You still going to wear that costume to the party?'

 "I'd better add a bra and panties. They'd probably fire me if I showed up for work like that. The way I just wore it tonight is for our private party. That way I can be Daddy's Little Party Favor. How does that sound?' 

"It sounds like I'm going to be your Headmaster until you learn your lesson."

 "Cool. It might take a while, though. Hope you're up for the long haul." 

"Count on it." 



Halloween Costume Domination



"Best money I ever spent." I thought to myself confidently.

I walked through the front door and threw my bag on a couch and took out the folder I had been given. With a sense of self-satisfaction I opened it up to looked at the document inside. 'Answer key' it said in big bold letters at the top. That test was as good as done.

I was a young, 20 year old, college student at the time. Since the campus was only about two blocks away, I still lived at home with my mother and little sister Sarah. My father left when I was an infant. So basically I was the man of the house. Growing up I was the favorite child and as such was pretty much always handed everything. My mom worked two jobs to pay for my going to college.

I had recently been getting really lazy in my studies, however. I was skipping classes, not working hard on any assignments, and generally not taking school very seriously. I was slacking off so much; in fact, that I didn't even realize there was a big mid-term exam coming up in one of my classes until only the day before. It was an important class and I would almost certainly fail it if I didn't do well on the test. I had already failed a few courses, and if I didn't pass this one I would probably flunk out of college. Fortunately I had heard of someone who could sell me the answers to the test ahead of time.

The evening before the exam I was to meet the seller in a private parking garage on the college campus. It happened to be Halloween night so nobody was around. This made breaking into the garage no trouble. Everyone thought that I had to study that night so no one would wonder where I was. It all seemed like it would fit together perfectly. Unfortunately not everything turned out as it seemed.

When I got home after buying the test answers, I immediately went about memorizing them. Mom was at some kind of Halloween gathering at work, so I knew this would be a good time to do so. But, just as I opened the folder, I was interrupted.

"Whatya got there?" said Sarah startling me. I looked up, quickly closed the folder and shoved it behind my back.

Sarah was a couple years younger than me, still a senior in high school. I had never thought of her as anything other than a pathetic little annoyance to me, but apparently she was very popular at school. It wouldn't have been hard to see why. She was tall and a little bit slender but still very well built. As captain of her school's basketball team, she was very athletic and kept in great shape. She had long brown hair and a pair of large ample breasts that had come in only a couple of years ago. Though I tried not to at the time, I could never help noticing them for some reason.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly. "I see you've been out buying some study material." she responded in a sly tone.

Did she know what I had done? How could she? I had made sure no one was following me.

"Again, what do you want?" I demanded.

"Just wanted to see if you were ready for your big test. But you're more than ready aren't you? How much did those answers set you back?"

She did know somehow. It didn't matter though. I figured if she told anyone I'd just deny it. Everyone would believe me over her.

"You don't know what you're talking about," I said dismissively. "Now go bug someone else little girl."

"Little girl huh? Funny you should mention that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing," she replied. "By the way, do you know my friend Tina?"

Just then a large African American girl stepped in from the living room. I recognized her as the star center on my sister's basketball team. Her nickname on the team was The Amazon Enforcer. Now that I saw her up close I could see why. She was quite tall, at least 6'5" and even though she was only 18, she had muscles that would make a grown female bodybuilder jealous.

"Good to see you," she said, 'though this is actually the second time I've seen you tonight."

"What do you mean?" I asked, starting to get a little suspicious.

"Well, you see," said Sarah, "Tina here came over to talk about our next game, but the conversation drifted and we got to talking about other things. It turns out that her dad works security at the college. Well, since I had a feeling that you weren't really going out to study, we thought we'd go find out what you were really up to."

"My dad wasn't in the security office this late," continued Tina, "But I had his key, so we were able to get in without any trouble and have a look at the security cameras. Imagine our surprise when we saw you in the parking garage, illegally, I might add, buying test answers."

I was shocked. There was a security camera in that garage? Sarah held up her cell phone. On it was a picture of me handing over some cash in exchange for a folder which clearly contained the answer key.

"They take those tests very seriously in college you know. This sort of thing could get you into a lot of trouble," Said Sarah. "You'd definitely be expelled if anyone found out. Not to mention the fact that you illegally broke into the parking lot after hours."

"Don't worry" said Tina, "we erased all the pictures on the security tape, but not before we downloaded them to Sarah's cell phone.

"It would sure be a shame if Mom, or better yet the disciplinary board at the college, ever got a look at these," said Sarah.

"Or even the police," Tina added.

"You can't," I said, all of a sudden feeling scared.

"You're not really in a position to tell us what we can or can't do, are you?" responded Sarah.

"What do you want?" I asked tentatively.

"Well, its Halloween night and we thought we'd have some fun. And you're going to be a big part of it."

My insides went cold. "What do you mean?"

"Well," said Sarah calmly. "Since its Halloween, you're going to play a little dress up."

At first, I didn't understand. She wanted me to wear a Halloween costume on Halloween night? What was that supposed to do? Then, all of a sudden, I realized what she had in mind. She wanted to humiliate me in front of her friend by making me wear some embarrassing outfit.

"Is that supposed to scare me; wearing a Halloween costume," I said, faking a tone of defiance, even though I secretly was a little nervous at the thought of what was happening. I hated the idea of costumes in the first place. Even as a little kid I thought they were silly. I always avoided trick-or-treating or going to Halloween parties, and was actually glad that I could use studying as an excuse this year not to get mixed up in any of that nonsense. But it sounded like she not only wanted me to parade around in a costume, but some particularly embarrassing one at that.

"Not exactly just a Halloween costume," answered Sarah. "And you're going to do a little more than dress up. Tonight you're going to pay for the way you've treated me over the years. You've always waved me off like a little child. Well, tonight, things are going to go a bit differently."

I desperately searched my brain for a way out of the situation, but there was really nothing I could do. She had those pictures on her phone, and it would be very easy for her to quickly send them to whomever she wanted.

I sighed. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, resigned to my fate.

"We've already picked out a nice outfit for you," replied Sarah. "Don't worry; we're going to dress up too. In fact, why don't Tina and I go get everything ready while you wait down here thinking about what's going to happen."

As the two girls ran upstairs, I carefully put the folder with the answers back into my bag and hid it in the closet by the front door. Again I tried to think of a way out. I could try to tell Mom that Sarah was just trying to get me into trouble. She might believe those pictures were fakes. But Mom wasn't the only one to worry about. She could send those pictures to the authorities and they could quickly verify their authenticity. I couldn't believe it. Sarah cornered me with no way out.

After I bit Sarah and Tina came downstairs excitedly laughing. They were both dressed in their costumes. As I looked at them I felt my stomach pitch as they gave me a clue to what my costume might be. Sarah was dressed as a catholic nun, and Tina had on a priest's outfit.

"Ok," said Sarah giddily, "you're next. I left instructions for you upstairs, now go get changed. We'll wait for you down here."

I was feeling down right scared now but I couldn't let them see it.

"Whatever," I said trying to sound like I didn't care.

I went upstairs to see what was in store for me.

Inside my room there was a piece of paper sitting on my bed which I quickly grabbed. "Just a reminder," it read, "all I have to do is hit send on my phone and Mom, the head of the disciplinary board, and the police will all see what you've done. You'll be expelled from school and maybe even face jail time."

She was right. I couldn't let those pictures get out. I had no choice but to play along with her little game.

On the back of the note there was a list of instructions. "In the spirit of Halloween, I've left a costume for you hanging in your bathroom. Don't worry, I made sure it will fit (well, sort of). Before you put it on however, you'll also notice that there is a can of shaving cream and a razor next to the shower. I want you to be completely hairless from the face down. Once you're done, put on the costume. Make sure that you're nicely groomed."

"What a vindictive little baby," I thought. "She's just been dying for a way to embarrass me." Unfortunately she had found one. She knew exactly what type of outfit would get at me the most too. I had always found women dressed like this to be extremely sexy, and she knew that the role reversal would be the ultimate humiliation. And I had no choice but to suck it up and take it.

I did as she instructed. I shaved my face, my crotch and my legs so that they were completely hairless. My skin stung a little afterwards, not being used to being shaven so close. Next, I hesitantly looked at the skimpy costume she had left for me. "I can't believe she wants me to wear that," I thought, "this is going to be completely awful."

After I slowly and begrudgingly dressed myself, I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. Even just standing there, alone in the darkened room, I felt exposed.

"Are you ready yet? Come on down" I heard Sarah call from the living room.

I started getting a little nervous at this point. I really didn't want her to see me like this. I would never hear the end of it. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't even just her. I heard Tina down there as well. "I really don't want to do this," I called out. "Isn't there a more reasonable agreement we could come to?"

"This is going to happen," shouted Sarah. "Now come out so we can take a look at you."

Resigned to my fate, I took a deep breath and slowly stepped out of the bedroom and walked down the hall to the edge of the staircase. There I was, for all to see. My costume was a full on, catholic schoolgirl's uniform. I had on a white blouse with the sleeves rolled up just below the elbows. It was at least a couple of sizes too small. Underneath was a training bra to give me the illusion of having nice perky breast. I was also wearing short pleated plaid skirt, which was a fair bit too small for someone of my height, leaving most of my thighs exposed. I addition I had on a pair of white cotton socks, pulled up to just below my knees and a pair of black high heeled Mary Jane shoes that Sarah had left for me. These were about the only things that were the right size. I would have wondered where she found a pair of girl shoes that fitted me, but obviously Tina knew where to get large women's cloths. Why, then, they couldn't have found a skirt that fit me better was a bit frustrating. The whole thing was topped off with a blond wig with pigtails attached to my own hair.

Sarah stood there looking at me with a mixture of surprise and delight. Tina burst into laughter. "Wow, looking good," Sarah said trying to keep a straight face. "Nice legs," Joked Tina, "but you could probably spend some time with a thigh master." "Very funny," I said, trying to keep some level of dignity by pretending that I was just taking this all in stride (though I could tell I wasn't doing a very convincing job of it).

I ran track in school so even though they were somewhat thin, I always thought my legs were pretty well toned. Apparently they didn't look masculine enough to offset the ridicules outfit though. Being completely shaven clean didn't help them much either. I had never worn anything remotely like this before. Usually I just wore a baggy shirt and jeans. Being exposed in such a skimpy outfit was not something I was accustomed to. This was so completely embarrassing.

"At least Mom's at her work party." I said to myself. The last thing I needed was for her to witness this spectacle too.

Just then, as if right on cue, there was the sound of the door from the garage into the kitchen opening and closing. "Oh no" I thought. "Tell me Mom didn't come home early."

"Is anyone here?" I heard my mother call. "The party wrapped up earlier than I expected."

"In here Mom," Sarah called. "You got back just in time, we were just putting on our costumes. Come see."

I couldn't believe this. It was bad enough with Sarah and her friend, but I couldn't let my mom see me like this.

I heard the clanging sound of her keys being tossed on the table and her footsteps as she walked into the living room. Instinctively I looked around for something to hide behind. Of course there was nothing. I was in the upstairs hallway, right at the top of the steps and I didn't have time to run back into one of the rooms at the other end of the hall. Mom walked in admiring the girl's costumes. "Very nice," she commented.

"Take a look at what David's wearing," Sarah said, pointing towards me. As she looked up the steps to where my sister was pointing her mouth dropped as she examined me up and down. I had the urge to try to cover myself somehow but I realized that would only compound the humiliation. Instead I just nervously fidgeted my arms and hands not knowing what to do with them until I settled them by my side. All I could do was stand there in my humiliating costume as my mother stared at me. Again I vainly tried to stand tall and keep some sort of dignity. After what seemed like an eternity, a slight smile formed on her face as she spoke, "Interesting choice of costume." "Doesn't he look great?" Sarah asked giggling.

"Oh ya," Mom replied sarcastically, "I've always wanted to see my only son wearing a mini skirt and knee socks." At this point I could actually feel my face blushing bright red. There I was standing in front of my mom, my little sister and her friend feeling completely exposed and humiliated.

"Come on down," said Tina, "let's get some pictures" "You have got to be kidding. You actually think you're going to get pictures of me dressed like this?"

"Oh we don't just think it," replied Tina, giving me a wink, "Maybe we'll even post some on the internet so everybody can see how pretty you look." "We'll worry about that latter," said Sarah. "Right now, we'll just keep a couple for posterity. Now come over here by the door." What choice did I have? If I didn't do what they said they would tell Mom and everyone else about what I'd done. Besides, maybe later, I could get a hold of that camera, and the cell phone as well, and delete everything before anyone else saw it. Still, I didn't relish the idea of helplessly standing there while the girls laughed and took pictures.

I nervously walked down the steps and stood by the door. On the way I stumbled a bit as I was not accustomed to wearing the high heeled shoes. This made everyone giggle. My face continued to burn red. Everyone stepped back a few feet so that Sarah could get me completely in the shot from head to toe. "Smile" she said as she held up her digital camera. I gave a sarcastic little grin as she snapped the photo.

"Good one" she said as the girls looked at the back screen of the camera. "Come here and take a look"

I let out a small groan when I looked at the picture and saw myself for the first time in the costume. It turned out that not only did I not look masculine enough to pull off the outfit; I actually looked way more feminine than I would have liked or thought. The wig and bra looked quite realistic and my blushing gave me a bit of a baby face.

"You are just the prettiest little thing" said Tina as she ruffled my hair. "Now take one with me in it"

As she took up a position behind me I realized what this was going to look like. Tina was a good bit taller than I was. At around 6' I had never had any insecurity about my height, but with her towering over me I suddenly felt very small. She was a girl after all, and younger than me too. I was supposed to be her superior. But that idea was being quickly expelled.

As I looked at the camera I saw Mom laughing and shaking her head in disbelief at the whole situation.

After Sarah took the picture she turned the camera around to show it to us. It was just as I thought. Tina seemed to dwarf me in size. I could see what she was talking about with the thigh master. My legs were fairly toned, but next to her muscular legs they looked pretty pathetic. Next to her I really did look like a little schoolgirl.

"Know that's a cute pic," laughed Sarah, "it looks like you could be my big sister instead of my big brother."

"What do you mean 'big' sister," Tina responded. With that she put her arm around my shoulder bent down, and with surprising speed and ease, grabbed my legs and swiped me right off my feet. She was amazingly strong.

"I think this little cutie could be your kid sister," she said, cradling me in her arms like a baby.

Shocked, I tried to struggle free but Tina had an iron grip. I might as well have been trying to get out of steel shackles. If I didn't feel completely helpless before this, there was sure no doubt about it now. There was something else too. Somehow the feeling of wearing that outfit and being lifted and being so embarrassed almost got me a little exited. In fact I could actually feel my cock starting to get a little hard.

"No way," I thought, trying to put the idea out of my head. "I can't possibly be someone who gets off on this sort of thing."

What do you think Mom?" asked Sarah.

I saw my mom blush slightly; no doubt feeling embarrassed for me. But she did nothing to put an end to this. It was unbelievable how emasculated I felt. "Just make sure you don't get home too late," she said.

"Wait, what do you mean get home?" I asked anxiously, "Aren't we done with this nonsense?"

"Oh, you wish," Sarah said with a mischievous smirk.

"I thought you said earlier that you were going to some party?" Mom questioned. "We are." Responded Sarah.

I felt a chill run through my insides. They were going to parade me around in public like this!

"Come on, let's get going little lady," Tina said as she opened the front door and put me down outside.

I felt the cool night air brush across my freshly shaven legs making them shiver a little.

"Aw," said Sarah "is the little girl cold? Well I know a few ways we can warm you up."

What was she talking about? I didn't dwell on it long though as I noticed that there were quite a few trick-or-treaters and their parents out. Many of them stopped and stared at me. I felt embarrassed but once again there was also a creeping sense of excitement that I didn't quite understand. It was almost as if the sensation of being gawked at by a bunch of strangers looking as I did, and not being able to do anything about it, turned me on a little.

My thoughts were interrupted as Tina slapped my ass causing me to rise up on my tip toes.

"Let's get a move on," she said. "We're walking the whole way so that more people can see how pretty you look."




Halloween Costume Domination



After what seemed like days, my walk of shame finally ended as we approached the house where the party was being held. I noticed that some of the other guests going in were people I knew from school. I almost fell over at the thought of being seen, dressed as I was, by people I saw every day. What could I have done though? I had no choice. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad I thought. We could just go in quickly then leave.

That didn't turn out to be exactly what happened.

As we entered the house I was treated to a serenade of whistles and cat calls. About half the guests were men and the other half women. I wasn't sure which one I liked seeing me less. Inside the entrance there was a photo stand set up where people could pose in their costumes.

"Come on," said Sarah as she ushered me to the stand.

"Not more pictures," I thought, "I won't be able to delete these."

Begrudgingly I was pulled to the stand. I hoped that standing next to my sister rather than Tina would at least make me look a little more masculine by comparison. This did not turn out to be true. I had never realized it but Sarah wasn't as small as I might have thought. She was, in fact, almost as tall as I was and I really wasn't all that much more muscular then she was either.

For the first picture she just held my arm and stood next to me. But for the next one she reached down and lifted my skirt up a little. Surprised I quickly tried to hold it down but I could tell that the camera got a little peek at the pink silk panties I was wearing underneath.

"What are you doing?" I cried out. "Lighten up," she teased.

"One more," she called to the photographer. This time she reached down and grabbed the back of one of my legs and pulled my thigh up to her hip. The feeling of her bare hands against my smooth skin made me all of a sudden shutter. I felt myself start to get hard again. What was happening to me? Was I actually being aroused!? She rubbed her hand up my thigh. What was she doing? Was she trying to turn me on!?

We moved into the main room. It was a big house with a lot of open space, which was good since there were at least a hundred people inside. There was even a small stage set up where a band was playing. "Let's dance little girl," commanded Tina. With one small tug she pulled me onto the dance floor. She then proceeded to grind hard on me to the rhythm of the music. She started touching me all over. She crouched down and ran her hands up my legs causing them to tense up. She ran her hands past my socks all the way up and underneath my skirt stopping just before reaching my cock. I tried hard not to be aroused by all of this, but I could feel myself getting harder by the second. It was starting to show underneath my skirt. I couldn't believe it.

The band finished playing and Sarah got up on the stage. "Hey everyone" she yelled out. "We've got a special guest with us tonight. For a special Halloween treat my little sister over there has been allowed to stay up late and come to this awesome party." The room broke out into ruckus laughter and cheers. "What do you say we have her come up here so we can give her a proper Halloween surprise?

At this point I decided that I'd had finally had enough. I looked around franticly for an exit. No one was standing next to the door that led to the kitchen so I made a break for it. Unfortunately I still hadn't gotten the hang of the high heeled shoes. As I started to run I stumbled and almost fell on my face if it wasn't for Tina catching me with her strong arms. She picked me right up and threw me over her shoulder like a rag doll and carried me towards the stage. I struggled as hard as I could but it was no use. She had me completely under her control. As she carried me, my ass was in full view to everyone. "Nice panties," someone shouted.

Tina put me down next to Sarah on the stage but kept holding my arms in a vice like grip ensuring that I wasn't going anywhere.

"There we are," said Sarah. "She's just being a little fussy since it's past her bedtime. I think I can calm her down though."

She kneeled down and licked up my bare leg with her warm tongue. The cool air against the trail of saliva made my legs shiver. Goosebumps formed on my smooth skin. I closed my eyes tightly, desperately trying to suppress the wave of arousal that was coming over me.

"How can you do this" I pleaded, "I'm your older brother." "Don't act like you haven't always wanted this." She then grabbed the back of my head pulled it forward pressing her open mouth to mine. My eyes shot wide open as her tongue danced around mine. It was one thing to touch me seductively and to lick me, but now I was being French kissed by my own sister in front of everyone. She kissed me long and hard almost sucking my breath away. When she finally pulled back I was left gasping for air. My cock was so hard now it was practically forcing its way through my skimpy panties and skirt.

I was starting to feel light headed. So much so that I didn't even have the sense to try to run as Tina let go of my arms. Putting her massive hands around my waist she lifted my skirt up exposing my rock hard cock pressing against my panties. Sarah ran her finger slowly over the thin material along my cock. The feeling was so intense, I felt my knees shake. The front of the thin garment was starting to get wet.

Next, Tina ripped my shirt open and dragged her nails across my bare chest leaving red marks on my pale skin. The pain only served to deepen my arousal. She then tore the shirt completely off. Sarah went around behind me and unsnapped the training bra letting it slide off.

"Stop please," I stammered. "But I'm not done yet."

She reached her hand around my back and undid my skirt. After it fell to the ground she looked down with a smile. I looked down and saw that my cock was nearly tearing through my panties. I felt like I was about to die.

"No," I thought, "I couldn't be aroused like this, I just couldn't." But it didn't matter what I thought, I was already starting to drip.

She put her fingers through the waist, and slowly pulled the panties down to the floor. I was trying so hard to keep my body from further betraying me that I couldn't resist. She gently lifted one of my feet out of the pile of cloths around my ankles, then the other one. Kicking the pile of cloths aside she stood up and stepped back to admire her handiwork. I was now standing in the middle of the stage, in front of nearly one hundred people, wearing nothing but my knee socks and high heeled Mary Janes. Humiliation could not even begin to describe the pain I felt. In a daze, my instincts wanted me to run as far away as I could but my brain wouldn't let me move. I was physically completely under their control now. The two began rub their hands all over my body. I could do nothing to resist. They touched me, kissed me, and licked me anywhere they wanted. 

Then Sarah kneeled down. Slowly she wrapped her fingers around my cock. She began to gently rub back and forth. "Now tell us you like this," Tina whispered in my ear.

They had complete control over my body, but my mind, still maintained a flicker of defiance.

"No," I moaned.

"Tell us you like this," Tina repeated as Sarah rubbed back and forth harder and faster.

My eyes closed as tight as they could. Tears were now beginning to trickle down my face. Tina leaned in and licked them off.

"Admit that you can't resist me," Sarah shouted.

She was right. Every fibre of my body urged me to cry out and beg her for more. But I couldn't lose control. I couldn't let my sister do this to me. I summoned every bit of strength I could muster to keep myself from surrendering.

As her hands moved faster and faster I felt myself slipping. Then Sarah opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my throbbing cock. Slowly she began to suck.

I could no longer tell what was going on around me. The cheers of the crowd seemed to fade away. All I could feel at that moment was Tina whispering in my ear and Sarah sucking me increasingly harder.

"You want her to eat your cum, don't you" Tina whispered.

I frantically shook my head back and forth. Tears were now streaming down my face like the submissive little girl I was desperately trying to keep from turning into.

"You want to surrender to her, don't you?"

I did more than anything in the world but I was fighting an ever increasingly losing battle to hold it in. "Say it!" shouted Tina

Sarah's lips moved faster and faster.

"Who do you belong to?"

I could feel myself starting to slip.

"You belong to us, don't you!?"

"Don't you!?"

"YESSS!!!"

I finally lost control. With an explosion of ecstasy I let out a massive stream of steaming cum. Sarah grinned as she lapped up and swallowed as much as she could. The rest poured down off her chin.

My legs buckled as the flow of cum began to subside. I fell to my knees in a puddle of my own juices. Sarah gathered up a handful and smeared it on my face. She put her hand into my mouth. Surrendering, I tasted the warm substance and was forced to swallow.

Slowly she stood up. I looked up at her with wide eyes as tears and cum steamed down my face. She had broken me. I completely belonged to her now, body and soul. I was no longer her domineering older brother. From that point on she was my master and I was her helpless little girl slave.

My life was forever changed after that. Nothing else mattered. Sarah owned me. She could, and did, do anything she wanted to me, any time she wanted. Soon my mother joined her. Sometimes Tina would come over and they would all have their turn with me. Other times they would dress me in some little outfit and do me in public again. I was no longer the man of the house or anything else. I was simply defeated.



Halloween Costume Party



I received my invitation weeks ago, but dreaded going. I had put off getting my costume, hoping for a good excuse not to go. My company usually gave pretty lame parties even though we work in the entertainment field. Every year it's the same thing, a big name celebrity is supposed to attend, but never shows. I'm sure it will be no different this year. 

Once again, I get picked to be the escort for the female star (should she attend) and I expect to be alone yet again when she doesn't show. I guess I waited too long; I didn't back-out so I had better get a costume. The shop was nearly sold-out and there was only 2 left in my size, I took the cop outfit. 

I got home with the costume just in time to get ready. I showered and started getting dressed. I noticed a bunch of Velcro all over the costume. Damn, it's a cop stripper costume. It's too late to go back so I put it on and hoped for the best. I rushed to the hotel ballroom and I was a few minutes late. 

As I entered the hall, I saw my date waiting. She looked very pretty, even though she had half of her face covered in a mask, her hair was blonde and she wore a Victorian dress. I immediately noticed her ample breasts, which were pushed up high and proud from the dress. 

I met her, kissed her hand and offered her a drink – we each had one before moving to the dance floor. We danced a bit and had a few drinks; I even was enjoying myself. It had gotten late though and she asked me to walk her to her room. 

We got in the elevator and she turned and kissed me on the lips as her hand brushes against my crotch. My cock stirred a bit, but the doors opened before anything else happened. She led me to her room, opened the door, and invited me in. 

I was a little woozy from all the drinks, but was aware of her hands roaming all over me again as she kissed me. I reached for her breasts, but felt my costume handcuff slap on one of my wrist. She told me that if I was nice and I put my hands behind my back, she would play nice with me. 

I put my hands back and click- the other wrist is trapped. She gently pushed me back onto the couch and she stood in front of me. She lowered the top of her dress and I was faced with her nice large breasts, she stood just out of my reach and I tried to reach them with my mouth. 

She stepped back and giggled a little as she saw my frustration. She removed the mask and said "Call me Jen." 

Jen moved closer to me, her breasts just inches from my face. She put her hands in back of my head and drew me to her full breasts. She pulled back quickly, shoved me back, and grabbed the waist of my tear-away pants. With one quick motion, I was pant-less and seconds after, she was holding my boxers and smiling widely. 

She went to her bag and retrieved a cloth measuring tape, "let's see exactly what you're packing", she told me. Jen took my hard cock in her hand and told me that "she knew all night that I had a cute one". She read the measurement as 5" and 4 1/2" around. 

I tried to protest and claim a full 6" length, but she laughed and explained that, to her, there was no difference between 5, 6, and even 4 ½. To her they are all "cute" and that she required at least 7 and thick to do the job. 

She jotted something down in a little notebook, then took out a calculator and punched in some numbers then added a bit more in her notebook. 

She had me sit on the floor, facing the couch where she sat. She raised her hooped dress, and then lowered it over me. Jen told me that if I was a good date, she would buy me an ice cream.  

She dialed some numbers on her phone and I started kissing my way up her luscious thigh. I kissed along the side of her pussy, she shifted her position a little, but I was careful to avoid direct contact; I was in no hurry. 

I moved my mouth directly over her clit and she must have felt my hot breath on it because her phone voice changed quite a bit. 

She finished her call in a hurry when I drew her clit between my lips and started tugging. Soon I was licking and sucking her sweet clit and lapping at her hot pussy. 

Before long, Jen leaned back and lightly moaned I felt her body quiver and felt her wetness on my mouth. She reached under her dress and gently pushed me back and closed her thighs, trapping me mid-way. I heard her dial the phone again, only this time she ordered ice cream from room service. 

She eased open her thighs again and I returned to licking her sweet pussy. After a few minutes, I heard a knock at her door. Quickly she adjusted her dress so I was well hidden and she instructed me to stay quiet and to keep licking. "Come in", she called out to the room service guy.

I could hear the cart being wheeled in and soon I heard voices as Jen talked with the server. Soon there was some action up above, I heard a zipper and I'm sure there was some measuring and calculations too. 

I wondered how I compared to the server as I kept kissing and licking.  I wanted to use my hands, but they were still cuffed, my jaw was getting a little sore as it seemed like hours under there. Finally the activity had stopped and the server left, I heard Jen ask him to return after his shift ended. 

Jen let me out from under the dress and gave me a sweet kiss and excused herself for a few minutes to the bedroom. 

I looked at the notebook on the end table and read the entries: on my page it stated 5" for length and 4.5" for girth, there was also and entry for volume of size which said 6. I was a little intimidated when I saw the values for the server 8.25" long, 6.0" girth and volume size of 24. I wondered about the second size number and how it could be so much more than mine. 

"Oh, your ice cream is on the table – help yourself", she called out. I looked at the bowl, but it was all melted. There was also some champagne on the table, so I asked her if she would like some and she said that she would as she came from the bedroom. 

"You will have to get it then, or un-cuff me", I said as she entered the room. She looked incredible; she had taken off the dress and was wearing black lace lingerie. 

She looked so sexy in the outfit, the bra showed off the upper part of her breasts, her smooth and flat stomach was damn sexy, and the upper part of her thighs had me captivated. I loved the way her full and firm thighs looked, the area along the garter strap was so soft and sexy. I loved kissing her there and could do it all night. 

She gave me another kiss and asked if she could trust me if my hands weren't bound. She said she would release them if I agreed to only use my hands when she asked me to, I agreed. 

She led the way into the bedroom and I followed, watching her body as she moved. Even the room was sexy. The bed had satin sheets and there were silk scarves scattered about. 

I sat on the edge of the bed and she faced me standing, once again her breasts were inches from my mouth. 

She stroked my hair, looked down and into my eyes, and began: "I have something to tell you, but I don't want to hurt you", she said. "I like you – I like you more than just friends, but there's something about me you should know - I have a thing for big cocks". 

I was shocked and a little disappointed, but she continued by telling me how sexy I was and that I did such a wonderful job pleasuring her. I was feeling a little vulnerable by then and it seemed to somehow please her, she seemed more aroused by her feeling of power that had occurred as she told me of her needs and how I measure up to them. 

She took me in her arms and asked if I was OK, then kissed me deeply. She sat next to me and began caressing me, she climbed on top of me and held my hard cock against her pussy and started to grind. 

While she did this, she told be about the server, how big he was, and that she had invited him back. She told me that she wanted me to stay, but would understand if I chose not to. 

She was bringing me close to cumming again as she spoke, but she stopped again. I wanted to cum so bad that I didn't care about her request, I agreed. 

Soon there was a knock. Jen put on a sheer silk robe, asked me to stay in the room, and then went for the door. 

I waited in the bedroom as she met with the server. They were on the couch and I was sure that they were fooling around out there. I heard her tell him that she had a boyfriend in the bedroom, but she wanted to fuck his cock. 

She asked if he minded and he said that he didn't care. Jen led the way into the bedroom, where I sat holding a pillow.

She led him in and introduced us. It was a little awkward, but Jen's so hot that it didn't matter. She had him lay back on the bed; she undid his pants, and took his half-hard cock out. 

It really was huge; half-hard it was over 6 inches and real thick. Damn, the size of it and the way she was acting made me feel even smaller. 

She was kissing, licking, sucking, jerking, slurping, and even slapping it against her mouth. I had never seen anything like that before; she was so hot over that cock that she was unbelievable. She took a mouth-full while stroking the part she couldn't fit; she removed her mouth and stroked the entire length. 

She turned to me and started talking, as if he wasn't even there. She told me not to worry and that my size wasn't my fault just like her needs were not her fault. She told me that she really liked me, but hoped I would be understanding of her needs. Every so often she would take it into her mouth, she was rubbing her pussy too, I noticed. 

She called me to her and I went over, she kissed me and I let her. I'll never forget how sexy she was just then as she smiled at me. 

She brought my hand to her pussy and I eagerly rubbed it, I also notice that she was drenched. I climbed on the bed and positioned myself at her pussy and started to lick feverishly. "Now that's a good boy! Get me ready", she told me. 

She moved away from me after a few minutes and climbed on the server. He was on his back and his legs were off the side of the bed, she faced away from him as she straddled him. Jen told me to sit in the chair that was facing her and watch. 

She put a condom on him and rubbed his big thick cock against her pussy, she looked at me while she did it. She positioned the head just at her pussy and motioned for me to come over. She was kneeling over his thick cock, holding it with her left hand when she kissed me and plunged down on it. 

She was moaning and thrashing so much that I had to end the kiss. I was kissing her neck and rubbing her breasts as she was fucking that big cock, soon she had her first of three orgasms. She pushed me back and told me to sit and watch. She was riding him so fast, and in such long strokes that she quickly came again. She kept riding though and motioned for me to come close. 

She took my hand and placed it on her clit, I started making circles with my thumb. After a few minutes she came again and pulled his cock out, removed the condom, and stroked it a few times before he exploded and shot a huge load on her stomach and breasts. 

She slowly stroked it and sucked it a little as it softened; she looked at me and winked! She kissed him goodnight and walked him to the living room where he dressed and left. 

She turned her attention to me and said "I don't think you can fill me, but wanna' try?" 

I quickly said yes and she let out a little laugh.

"Here, kiss my hand", she said as she held it out. 

I kissed the back of her hand, the palm, her fingers, and started to work my way up her arm. She reached into the dresser and produced a condom and told me to put it on. 

As I took it from her, I thought how I had never heard of magnum brand. When I opened it, it became clear why that was – it was very wide! I put it over my hard cock and it fit very loosely and I only had to unroll it part way. I held the condom with one hand so it wouldn't fall off, I walked toward the bed and I saw Jen grinning. 

Se had me lay back on the bed and crawled up near me. "Kiss my pussy", she told me and I did as I was told. She moved down and straddled my cock, facing me. 

She slid down on me silently; in one motion her pussy engulfed my entire cock. She rode me quickly in short and fast strokes, it didn't take me long to be on the verge of cumming once again and she could tell. "Go ahead, put it all the way in", she teased as I started to cum. 

Afterward we lay in each other's arms, kissing and caressing. She told me that I was fun and that she knew we'd get along. "We'll have to do something about those condoms though", she said with a big grin.