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Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 01

By: BothWorld



It was Halloween weekend, which is absolutely the best weekend on campus. All the fraternity and sorority houses throw big parties. And since they are within a block of each other, you could go to one party after another. 

My costume was the classic white suit John Travolta wore in Saturday Night Fever. I had a black shirt underneath opened up so you could see my huge gold necklace. I knew I would get some action wearing it. 

I asked my roommate Dana what his costume was, but he said it was a surprise. He shut himself up in his room and told me not to come in. He was a drama major. We had been roommates for half the semester, but really didn't hang out much together. 

I spent most of the day talking to the guys to see where they were going. Everyone had a strategy. Some were going to start on fraternity row and work their way to sorority row. I was going to party with my buddy Tim. We were definitely starting where the women were and that was sorority row. 

I got into my costume, got a beer and waited for Tim to arrive. I was mid-sip when Dana's door opened and this smoking hot chick emerged. 

Her long, dark curly hair flowed down the front of this fire engine red satin evening gown that hugged her like a second skin. One of the shoulder straps had come off exposing a bare shoulder that looked sexy as hell. 

Her eyes were perfectly done with layers of smoky eye shadow outlined in dark mascara with these long lashes. And those lips were painted the same shade of red as her dress. I couldn't believe my eyes. 

She put her hand on her hip, threw her chest out, "How do I look?" she asked giving me this sexy, sensual look. 

Dana had totally transformed himself into Angelina Jolie. "Holy shit!" I said shocked. I checked him out, head to toe and back again. He had really done a great job. He even caught that attitude she has. "Dude...you look hot," I said honestly. 

He just grinned. He flashed his perfectly painted fingernails at me and said, "I bet you tell that to all the girls." He turned for the door and walked out. I caught myself watching him swing that ass in that tight little dress. It must have been the heels. I finished my beer wondering how he figured to pick up chicks dressed like that. 

Tim finally showed up. He was dressed as Elvis in that classic white jumpsuit with the wide belt. "What the fuck, man? Elvis? What...you trying to pick up old ladies?" 

"Dude! Elvis is a chick magnet...for all ages. I will definitely score in this costume." 

"Whatever man," I joked. "Let's hit it." 

We made our way to sorority row. The whole block was filled with loud music as every house was throwing a party. I looked at Tim, "We have arrived my man!" He smiled back and in his Elvis impersonation, "Thank you...thank you very much." 

We walked into the first house. The place had all these lame decorations. There was music, but the place was flat. We found the keg and poured some beers. We milled around, said hello to a few people, but the place was dead. Tim and I looked at each other and headed for the door. 

Fortunately we didn't have far to go as there was another party next door. Now the two parties couldn't have been more different. There was a banner strung across the entry that said, 'Welcome to Hollywood.' The Rolling Stones were blaring and people were dancing. Well, you couldn't really call it dancing as people were jammed together like sardines. The place was jumping with excitement. It didn't take long to figure out all the chicks were dressed as movie stars. 

Tim and I looked at each other and smiled. This was definitely more like it. We made our way to the keg, poured fresh beers and started to mingle through the crowd. The place was lousy with chicks. They were everywhere. 

I was making my way through the crowd when I saw Marilyn Monroe. She was wearing that classic white dress from The Seven Year Itch. She had that platinum blonde hair that framed her cute face with bright red lips and of course that iconic mole just to the side of her mouth. 

Our eyes kind of locked on to each other as we shared a moment. She gave me this sexy little pout, tilted her head to one side and flashed her cute little panties at me. I could see where her stockings attached to her garter belt and everything. She pushed her dress down and gave me that innocent little giggle Marilyn was famous for. 

I stopped dead in my tracks. I was in love. All I could do was stare at her. She was gorgeous. And sexy. Playful. Innocent, yet nasty. She was all the things I dig in a chick. And did I mention gorgeous? 

She grabbed my hand and led me into the fray on the dance floor. I looked back at Tim, but he was talking to someone as we were swallowed up by all the people. 

We were pushed right up next to each other with people all around us. The music was loud and everybody was jumping and bumping together. I yelled out my name, but the music was so loud she couldn't hear me. 

She had the prettiest eyes and the sweetest red lips. The more we danced, the more our bodies rubbed together. It didn't take much of that before I was hard as a fucking rock. I freaked out. She had to feel it. I hoped she wouldn't get mad or think I was some sort of pervert. 

She put her arms around my neck, squeezed in even tighter. Not only did she notice my erection, she started gyrating her hips against it. Man did it feel good. 

I noticed that Tim made it to the dance floor, but he was halfway across the room. I couldn't see who he was dancing with, but I could see he was really getting into it. I shot him a look that equated to, 'this is the best.' 

He saw me and smiled. Suddenly he lost his smile and it looked like he was trying to yell something. There was no way I could hear him over the music. He mouthed whatever it was several times, but I couldn't make it out. 

The music turned slow and I eased my arms around Marilyn, held her tight. I could feel the boned corset she was wearing underneath that dress. Visions of that boned corset, garter belt, stockings and cute little panties filled my head. I glanced down at her, she up at me. Our lips just glided together. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, curled it around mine. We kissed, and danced, rubbing our bodies together. I completely forgot about Tim. 

About halfway through that song I felt something. I quickly realized it was Marilyn. She had eased her hand between us and was busy massaging my throbbing cock. I thought my knees were going to give out. She grabbed my hand when the song was over and led me out to the back porch. 

We found a place to sit. It seemed stupid to ask her name when we had already been so intimate with each other, but we hadn't said a word to each other. 

"It's Marilyn...silly," she giggled moving in for another kiss. I felt her fingers ease around my cock once again giving it a nice, long squeeze. This girl really had me going. Not only was she hot, she couldn't keep her hands off my dick. Does it get any better than that? 

I actually became worried that I might cum in my pants. We were joined by some other people coming out for some fresh air. We stopped kissing, but I was so horny I couldn't see straight. 

She must have felt the same way. She grabbed my hand and we walked out into the backyard. We found some bushes and ducked behind them. She put her finger to my lips signaling me to remain quiet. This devilish grin crossed her face as she sank to her knees. 

I watched as she lowered my zipper. She reached in and hauled out my poor aching cock. I looked down just in time to see it disappear between Marilyn Monroe's ruby red lips! 

"Oh wow..." I purred feeling her warm, wet mouth. 

She rolled those lips up and down my shaft in a slow, rhythmic fashion. I felt my knees shaking as she took me right to the edge. She stopped just in the nick of time. I stood there on my tiptoes trying to catch my breath thinking this chick really knew how to suck cock. 

She grabbed my balls, pulled gently on them a few times before running her tongue over them nice and slow. I never had a chick lick my balls before. It was fucking great. 

After I had eased back down off my tiptoes she slipped those lips back over the head of my dick. With the greatest of ease she slid right down to the base taking my entire length into that sexy mouth of hers. 

"Oh yeah baby..." I purred realizing she was a true master. I had never been deep throated before. It was fucking unbelievable. 

She eased off, danced that tongue up and down my shaft, licked my balls. She sucked me fast, then slow. I had never been with a girl so into dick. She worked me right back up on my tiptoes again, but this time she kept going. 

I felt my whole world spinning out of control. Then it happened. I exploded in a mind blowing orgasm. She used my dick like a straw sucking every last drop of cum from my poor balls. 

Once it was over, she planted a kiss right on the head of my dick! No chick had ever done that. I was in orgasmic bliss as she rose to her feet, reached her hand behind my head and pulled me down to her lips. By the time I figured out what she was doing, it was too late. 

Our lips met once again, but this time was different. She had just taken a huge load between those lips. I was not at all sure I wanted to kiss her, but she didn't give me a choice. 

I was horrified as her tongue pushed into my mouth followed by an ocean of thick, salty cum! My natural instinct was to pull away, but she kept her hand on the back of my head. 

That tongue of hers was insistent, seemingly everywhere at once making it impossible not to swallow some of it. And there was tons of it too. I had no idea I came so much. We kissed and kissed until there was nothing left. I'm not sure who swallowed more, her or me.

She pulled back with this dreamy look in her eyes. You would have thought she was the one who came. She looked at my lips, raised her hand, ran her finger along the corner of my mouth mopping up some excess cum. She pushed that finger past my lips and waited for me to suck it off. Man, not only did this chick love dick...she was kinky as hell too. 

She gave me that innocent little giggle of hers and led me back into the house. My first stop was the kitchen to get another beer. I wanted to get that taste out of my mouth. Then we went back into the party room and made our way to the dance floor. 

I was still a little stunned. I had never tasted cum before. It completely permeated my mouth. I must have drunk a gallon of that stuff. I saw Tim on the dance floor. He was getting hot and heavy kissing this chick as they danced. I'm glad he was having a good time. I was no longer sure if I was or not. 

At one point his dance partner came up for air. It was Dana, my roommate! Holy shit! 

Tim didn't have the slightest clue. 

I freaked out. They had been kissing half the freaking night. I didn't want to be the one to tell him his date was a guy!

I danced another song with Marilyn buying time trying to figure out what to do. I had to do something. I had hoped to get Marilyn's number before the night was over, but decided against it after that last kiss. 

I thanked her for a great time and made my way over to Tim. Dana saw me coming their way and freaked out. He had sheer panic in his eyes. 

"Hey man...time to go," I said grabbing Tim's arm. I didn't even look at Dana. 

"Yeah...ok," he said. He bent down and gave Dana one last kiss goodnight. I just closed my eyes. I hoped like hell he never found out. He would kick my ass if he did. "I'll call you," he said as I pulled him away. 

We made our way to the front door and left. I had no idea what to say. I was pretty freaked out as we walked back to the dorm. 

"That bitch was hot," he said smiling ear to ear. "Looked just like Angelina Jolie...didn't you think? And man could she suck a dick! Dude...I think that was the best blowjob I've ever had. She even licked my balls! You ever had a chick lick your balls? She swallowed every drop too! That had to be the biggest load ever. And you know what? She actually kissed the head of my cock afterwards. I'm not shitting you. Leaned right in, planted a big wet one right on the tip of my dick. You freaking believe that shit? It was fucking awesome!" 

I just cringed. I wanted to change the subject before he poisoned my mind with more images of my roommate, images I would have to live with for the rest of my life, "Hey man...what were you saying on the dance floor earlier? I couldn't make it out." 

His smile disappeared. He looked at me suddenly nervous. "Uh...not really sure how to break this to you," he said glancing at me, then down at his feet. Suddenly he couldn't seem to look me in the eye. "Uh yeah...that chick you were dancing with...uh...not really a chick."

Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 02



Chapter 2

Sometimes things are better than they seem... 

Tim was having a difficult time telling Pete what he knew, "Yeah...that guy is in the drama club. He lives in the room next door to me. Sorry man, tried to tell you." 

Pete glanced at Tim completely shocked, embarrassed. He couldn't believe he didn't figure it out. Fuck!

Pete couldn't very well tell Tim about his roommate now. He would totally freak. What Tim didn't know wouldn't hurt him. There was nothing to be gained by telling him now. 

Tim tried to lesson the pain, "But he did look smoking hot. Anyone could have made that mistake." Pete did not respond. They walked the rest of the way to the dorms in silence. 

Dana was not there when Pete arrived. He wasn't sure what he would say to him. He was petty pissed. He had had his doubts about him once he learned he was a drama major. But now, after this... 

Tim had really boasted about his roommate's incredible cock sucking skills. On and on he went. Pete wondered how Tim would feel if he knew truth? Probably a lot like him when he found out Marilyn was a guy! 

Several days passed since the party and no sign of Dana. Pete wondered if he was afraid to come home. He had been pretty pissed in the beginning, but now he had a few days to cool off. 

It wasn't until Thursday when they finally bumped into each other. Pete walked in from class just as Dana was leaving his room. There was a quick glance of recognition followed by sudden terror in Dana's eyes. He wasn't sure if he should lock himself in his room or dash out the door. 

Pete saw the horror in his eyes and felt bad, "Hey man...its ok. Relax. We're still roommates you know." 

"I'm sorry man. I had no idea that was your friend," Dana said humbly. 

"Yeah...I know." 

"So...you OK?" he asked hesitantly. 

"Yeah, I guess so. But listen, Tim has no idea. I'd like to keep it that way. There's no reason for both of us to feel like a fool," Pete said. "So... who was Marilyn?" 

"That was Jon. He's in my drama club," Dana said. 

"What possessed you guys to do such a thing?" Pete asked. 

"It's not like we were trying to make you feel bad. It's not like that at all. If things had gone the way we planned, you guys would never have known the truth about us. We just wanted to suck some cock. We figured with it being Halloween and all, we could dress up like chicks and it would make it easier to find someone. When we heard about the Hollywood party it sounded perfect." 

"So...you're gay?" Pete asked even though the answer seemed obvious. 

"No. I'm not gay. I have a girlfriend. We met in the drama club too. There are some really hot chicks in drama club! They all want to be big stars ..." He returned to the original question, "I just like to suck cock. I guess technically that makes me bisexual." 

"And Jon?" Pete asked rather amazed by his answer. 

"Well...as you know...he likes to suck cock too. But he would technically fall under the bisexual label too... that makes a difference." 

Pete found himself going through various loops of logic trying to determine what it all meant. It was all so confusing. In his world you either liked girls or you liked girls, there really weren't any other choices. 

"You...wanted to suck cock?" he asked still trying to put it together. 

Dana could see he was confused by it all. It's not like he didn't understand that. There was certainly a time when it confused him too. He had to give Pete points for at least listening and not beating the crap out of him. "Uh...maybe I should get us a beer." 

Dana retrieved two beers, handed one to Pete and sat on the couch. They had been roommates for three months, but never really sat down and talked before. They ran in different circles. 

"I know all this sounds pretty strange to you. I had no idea this would happen, believe me," Dana said taking a sip. "I don't know how much of this you want to hear. So feel free to tell me to shut up at any time." He took another sip. 

"It started in high school when I got this part in the senior play. I enjoy acting. There was another guy in the play and we...got to know each other pretty well...if you know what I mean." 

Pete took a gulp of beer listening. 

"We both had girlfriends...but one night after rehearsal we had a few drinks and...are you ok with this? Should I continue?" 

"Yeah well...given the circumstances I think I have earned the right to hear the story," Pete said sharply. 

Dana certainly couldn't argue with that. "Well...like I said, we had a few drinks, got pretty horny...one thing led to another. We both admitted that we had been curious from time to time, but never had the guts to actually try it." 

"Try what?" Pete said. 

"You know...sucking cock." Dana took another sip of his beer trying to decide if he should go further or leave it there. It looked like Pete was handling everything pretty good so far. 

"So we did it. We sucked each other's cock. He sucked mine and I sucked his." Dana waited for some indication of how Pete was doing. He seemed ok. At least he didn't appear angry. Then he caught a glimpse of his crotch. If he wasn't mistaken, it looked like Pete might be on his way to a woody. So he pressed on. 

"And the thing that freaked us out...was how much we liked it. He liked it and so did I. After that we did it whenever we got the chance. But then the play ended and we graduated and that was that." 

"You liked it?" Pete asked hesitantly. 

"Oh yeah," Dana smiled. "I guess it was one of the reasons I decided to be a drama major...besides the fact that I like to act. I figured if I found someone in the school play that liked doing it, my chances were pretty good I would find someone in the drama club at college. That's where I met Jon...you know, Marilyn." 

"Wow. I think I need another beer," Pete said starting to get up. 

"No, no...I'll get it," Dana said reaching over for Pete's empty. Yes, Pete was definitely getting a woody. Dana fetched another beer, handed one to Pete and sank back down on the couch. 

"Jon is really cool. I know that might be hard for you to grasp given the way you guys met and all. I don't blame you. I mean, it is pretty weird when you think about it. The original plan was to get dressed up, ham it up big time, suck some serious cock and disappear. I never dreamed I would be sitting down actually talking about the whole thing with anyone but Jon." Dana rolled his eyes and took a big sip of beer. 

"I met Jon in the drama club. It didn't take long to realize he was exactly like me. We became friends almost immediately. We went drinking one night and started talking. We were talking about dick in five minutes! I know that sounds awful, but you have no idea how difficult it is when you love to suck cock and yet you're not gay. The gay guys get pissed off when you talk about pussy. They keep saying you are just denying your true feelings. But I love pussy! Those are my true feelings. But I love sucking cock too! I know this is all too weird for you. I should probably just shut up." 

Pete discreetly nudged his erection giving it more room to grow, "No...I get it...I think." 

"Well...Jon and I got together after that. We would spend hours and hours slobbering on each others cock. He would tell me exactly what he liked best and I would drive him crazy doing it," Dana smiled thinking back. Pete could hardly believe what he was hearing. 

"Then we would switch. I'd spread out; let him devour my cock giving him directions on just what to do. It was fucking great!" 

Listening to Dana had Pete hard as shit. He remembered the fabulous things Marilyn, well Jon, had done to his cock. It really was the best blowjob he had ever had and he had had quite a few. His throbbing erection had not gone unnoticed by Dana. 

"So...I hope I haven't said too much. I know this is all new to you. I had no idea Tim was your buddy." Dana paused for a moment. "But he has a really nice cock...and I'm not going to lie...I loved sucking it." He paused again. "I would do it again in a heart beat." 

Dana searched Pete's face for some sort of reaction. "Jon said you really got off the other night when he sucked your cock. He told me you came buckets!" 

Pete's face turned beet red. That had to mean Dana knew how Jon kissed him afterwards, fed him all that cum. "Yeah well...I had no idea it was a dude!" he said defensively. 

"Jon sucks a pretty mean cock..." he said with a sly grin. He downed the rest of his beer, "But I'm better." 

Pete shot him a quick look of disbelief. 

"Anyway..." Dana said getting to his feet. "I'm headed over to Lisa's. I hope this doesn't make things weird between us. I would understand if it does. I never dreamed it would turn out this way, you have to believe that. And I will be the last one to say anything to anyone about what happened."

And with that Dana walked out the door. 

Pete sat there on the couch dumbfounded. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. The one thing he knew for sure was that he was horny as hell. His cock was literally throbbing in his pants. 

He gave it a good hard squeeze. It felt so damn good he yanked his pants down, wrapped his fingers around the base and started pumping. He thought about how good those ruby red lips felt wrapped around his cock, the way that tongue licked his balls. 

"Arrrrrgggghhhh," he grunted as the first ribbon cut loose flying into the air. "Yeah...." he pumped furiously cupping his balls with his other hand. He pumped and squeezed, rolled his balls back and forth drenching everything in sight with cum. 

He leaned back against the couch with a grin, "Whewwwwww." He opened his eyes; saw what a mess he had made. He thought about that night with her, how she had made him cum so hard, how she made him taste it. He put his fingers in his mouth. 

Pete went to classes the next day. Although it was Friday, we really didn't feel up to going out. It had been a weird week. First there was the party, which had been great and then not so good and now he wasn't sure what it was. He was still thinking about what Dana said the night before. 

He hadn't talked to Tim since the party. He began to wonder if maybe their friendship had been damaged by Dana and Jon's little trick. In any event, he decided he would buy a six pack, plop himself down on the couch, watch a movie and stay in for the evening. 

He walked into the dorm with his six pack, put it in the frig and changed into his favorite sweat pants. He was cruising through the guide to see what was on TV when Dana came home. Pete felt a sudden tension. He wasn't sure why. Clearly he knew way more about his roommate now than ever before. 

"Hey man, how's it going?" Dana asked. 

"Good. Just having a beer," Pete said trying to sound casual, but it came out slightly guarded. He cursed himself for it. "There's one in the frig if you like," he said making a bigger effort trying to sound relaxed. 

Dana picked up on it. He worried this might happen. The last thing he wanted was to make things weird between them. They had the rest of the semester together whether they liked it or not. 

"Got plans for the evening?" Dana asked pulling a beer from the frig. 

"Nah, you're seeing it. I thought I would stay in, have a few beers, maybe watch a movie."

Dana tapped his beer against Pete's beer in a bit of a toast, "Nothing wrong with that." 

"So how was Lisa?" Pete asked trying to make conversation. He wondered if she knew her boyfriend dressed up like a chick so he could suck dick. 

"Great," Dana said with a wink. "That is one kinky chick." 

Wow. That drama club must be one big orgy. Hell it was probably her dress Dana was wearing the other night. "So you got plans for the evening?" Pete asked. 

"Yep. I got a hot date. Thanks for the beer," he said holding it up before disappearing into his room. 

Holy shit! His freaking roommate was getting more action than he was. Fuck, maybe he should consider changing majors to acting. He finished his beer and got another. He thought about calling Tim, but then decided against it. He was pretty sure Tim would totally freak out if he ever learned it was Dana who gave him that great blowjob he had bragged about so much. He was not looking forward to that day. 

He cruised through the channels, but there was very little on. Then Julia Robert's flashed on the screen. She was naked in the bathtub singing with headphones. Man she looked hot in that bathtub. 

He heard Dana's door open behind him, felt slightly embarrassed to be caught watching a chick flick. He was about to get another beer when one magically appeared from over his shoulder. 

He smiled as he reached up for it, "Thanks dude." That's when he noticed the perfectly polished fingernails holding the beer he was grabbing. 

Angelina waltzed around the couch holding a bottle of tequila. She had her head tilted back slightly, giving him that bad girl look. Her eyes were dark and sexy, nice full eyelashes, soft layers of earth tones on her eyelids underneath perfectly shaped eyebrows. She wore three shades of lipstick that made her lips look full and luscious. Her long hair was in a delicate twist that cascaded down one shoulder and over her breast. 

She was wearing a hot little black dress that looked sexy as hell. It was just a bit too short to hide the lace tops of her fishnet stockings. She put the bottle down in front of Pete, walked over to the dorm door and locked it. She walked to the kitchen swaying that ass like a million dollar hooker. She grabbed two shot glasses, walked back over to the couch, sat down. Her dress was short; her legs were spread out like a guy, which made it even shorter. 

Pete stared at those stocking tops, the black satin panties peeking out at him from underneath that dress. He felt his cock stiffen as she opened that bottle and filled the shot glasses. He couldn't believe it was Dana. He looked just like Angelina Jolie. He had that look down, that sexy little pout of hers. She handed him a shot glass and they downed them. 

She ran her tongue over those painted lips in a very suggestive manner, "How am I doing so far?" she asked in a hushed whisper. 

The tequila burned all the way down and almost neutralized the shock of seeing her, well him, dressed in that sexy black dress. She was stunning. And the way she was sitting, her legs spread like that, those panties peeking out... sexy as hell. No chick would ever sit that way. It was fucking hot!

She saw his erection tenting his sweat pants. "Let's have another..." she said in this really sexy voice. She poured two more shots, gave him a look that had sex written all over it and they downed them. 

She gave him this sexy grin, this bad-girl-on-a-mission look, and said, "Don't mind me. Just enjoy your movie...I'll find something to keep me occupied." She leaned over his lap, took the top of his sweat pants and pulled them down revealing the tip of his erection. 

He watched as she ran her tongue gently around the head of his cock," Oh...my...god."

Those nice soft lips rolled down his shaft, then lingered back up. She teased his slit with the tip of her tongue in a nice, slow caress. 

She plunged down his length, got to the root, sucked hard, before easing back up to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the tip, tracing its shape, taking her time to enjoy the feel of his smooth warm flesh. 

She noticed a bit of ooze leaking from the tip. She tightened her perfectly polished fingernails around the base of his shaft, pulled up his length causing a big wad to appear. She leaned in slowly, gathered it on her tongue. She gave him that sexy look, ran her tongue along her lips coating them with his cum, finishing with a sexy little grunt as if she had just orgasmed. She felt his cock jerk between her fingers in response. 

"Oh wow." He was completely mesmerized by the thin glaze of cum covering her lips. 

She ran the tip of his cock along her lips nice and slow before taking a good inch or two past her lips, flicked her tongue up his slit, slobbered over those sensitive nerves. 

His eyes were glued to her lips, her eyes, his cock. 

It was clear that she really did love to suck cock. The way her lips moved along his flesh, her natural instincts as to what felt good, and what felt great. One moment she was soft and intimate, the next she was firm and deliberate. 

She straightened up letting his sweat pants fall back into place. Of course his throbbing cock danced obscenely underneath. She grabbed the bottle, poured two more shots. 

She handed one to him, "I love your cock." They tipped glasses, drank them down. She reached for his sweat pants once again, held the tops, "Do you mind?"

It took him a second to stop staring at her cum glazed lips and process what she had just asked. Then it clicked. He rose up and she pulled his sweat pants off and let them fall on the floor. 

All he had left were his white socks. His poor cock was dancing and weaving about with a mind of its own. It steadily oozed cum that rolled down the shaft. 

She wanted to get the taste of cum in his mouth, keep it there all night. She worked her finger up from the base gathering a healthy dose on the tip, painted his lips with a liberal amount as if applying lipstick. She pushed the rest into his mouth; waited to feel his tongue scoop it up, swallow. 

He was spellbound, completely captivated, stunned. 

She spread herself out on the couch, got in a more comfortable position hovering over his crotch. She watched his poor aching cock swaying back and forth dying for attention. She teased it with her tongue, planting little butterfly kisses, administering sweet torture driving his libido higher and higher. Then suddenly she opened her mouth, took several inches past those nice, warm lips, sucked firmly. 

"Oh wow." He flung his head back against the couch, stared at the ceiling. Fuck! If he wasn't careful, he was going to explode and ruin everything. 

She pushed down further, his pubic hair brushing against her lips. She didn't like that at all. There would be time to take care of that later. She sucked hard, eased up his shaft, kissed the tip in a sign of pure devotion. 

She knew he was on the verge, knew exactly how exquisite that feeling was, knowing that any second everything could spiral out of control providing that most rewarding thrill. 

She eased her fingers around the base of his shaft, squeezed hard choking off his impending orgasm. She held it tight, waited until his breathing returned to normal, his muscles lost their tension. 

Pete was beside himself. There was a fine sheen of sweat across his brow. No one, but no one, had ever done such things to him. He had experienced a orgasm, but she had prevented his ejaculation. As a result, his cock was still throbbing hard, harder than hard, but the imminent need for release was gone. His libido was super charged like never before. 

She licked her lips, glanced up at him, "Had you worried...didn't I?" With supreme confidence, she eased a little more cum on her finger and fed it to him. "I haven't even begun to suck this cock..." She felt his tongue swipe it off and swallow. 

"Wow." 

Those soft lips descended once again, all the way down...once again. Pete closed his eyes; let the wonderful sensations flow through his body. 

He felt her cup his balls, pull them up higher. She ran her tongue sensually over one, then the other. She gently sucked one partially between her lips, bathed it soothingly with her tongue. She let it slip from her lips, teased the other before giving it the same treatment. 

Pete lost track of time...and everything else. He was helplessly under her control. 

She dominated his cock, his balls, his libido, his thoughts, feelings, dreams. She kept his mouth refreshed with liberal amounts of warm, thick cum that constantly oozed from his tip. She took him to the edge, squeezed him off, waited, only to slowly work him back into a frenzy where she would squeeze him off again. The only break she took was to occasionally slam another shooter with him. It was like she had reached into his soul, captured it, held it for ransom with those nice, soft lips. 




Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 02



There was no question where his sensibilities lay by the time she finally, torturously, allowed him to release. She had worked his volume to an unthinkable level. She drank the first heavy torrents, thick and salty, glorious on so many levels, but had to let the rest of it go elsewhere, which mainly splashed across her face, cheeks, nose and lips.

Pete was almost brought to tears, the experience so powerful, so earth shaking. He fell back against the couch delirious. It single-handedly rearrange his entire thought process concerning sex, gender and a number of other things on so many different levels he could hardly identify them. 

He watched as she ran her finger up her cheek, gathered a huge wad of goo. She looked him dead in the eye, "I fucking love to suck cock!" She slipped the finger into her mouth, pulled it clean. 

She ran her finger up the other cheek, gathered another huge wad. She moved her hand to his lips, watched as he leaned forward, sucked her finger into his mouth, sucked it clean. 

"Wow." 

She poured two more shots, handed him one. "Here's to sucking cock!" They both emptied their glasses. 

She placed hers back on the table, rose to her feet, reached seductively behind her back, unzipped that sexy little black dress. It fell to a puddle around her heels. It was all there; sexy black lace bra, cute little satin panties, black fishnet stockings hugging her legs. It was the perfect illusion. 

Those sexy little satin panties had a very un-lady like bulge that tented them straight out. There was a wet spot where the satin stretched around the tip of her cock. 

With that sexy little grin of hers, she stepped up on the couch, placed a leg to each side of him, and straddled his face. He attacked her cock with such enthusiasm, such conviction. It was almost brutish the way he tried to do everything at once. 

She remembered that feeling, that first time. 

She let him feast; let him get a good taste of dick before pulling it away from him. She eased her long fingernails into his hair, held his head, looked him straight in the eyes. 

"Slow down...this isn't a date...you're already in my panties...we are going to do this for ...hours." 

It was the way she stressed hours that got through to him. 

"Wow," he said with big puppy dog eyes. 

He would learn, she would teach him. "Put your lips together...like this." He did exactly as she said. That sexy little grin of hers returned. She angled in, rested the tip of her very hard cock against his bottom lip. "Now...like a popsicle on a very hot day...just melting in your mouth..." she whispered easing it past his lips.



Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 03



Things always happen for a reason... 

It had been over two weeks since Pete talked to Tim. They hadn't spoken since the Halloween party. He had waited long enough. If things were fucked up, it was time to straighten them out. He picked up the phone and called. 

The conversation was a little awkward at first, but then it smoothed out. After shooting the shit for a while they decided to go play some basketball. 

Tim was the first to broach the subject, "So uh...how you doing man?" 

Pete knew he was referring to the party, about how he had kissed a chick all night long, who was really a guy, let him suck his cock. "Hey man...you got to promise me you're not going to tell anyone about that." 

"No problem. I won't tell a soul, promise." 

Pete looked around, confirmed they were alone. "I'll admit at first...I was a little pissed. It was a surprise, you know? I had no idea that it was a dude." He measured his words, "But now that I have had time to think about it...it was one of the best blowjobs I have ever had." 

Tim looked at him, searched his face. Was he joking? No, no he was definitely not joking. He thought about it for a second, got a slow grin across his face, "Hey...a blowjob is a blowjob, right?" 

Pete grinned, "You got that right!" He took the ball, dribbled right around Tim and went for a lay up. Tim retrieved the ball, tried to make his way down court, but Pete had him covered pretty good. Tim made a little move, stepped back, took a long shot. Swoosh.

Pete got the ball, dribbled it in place for a moment. Then he stopped, looked at Tim. "Hey man...there is something I got to tell you." Tim could see he had gotten serious. "I should have told you the other night, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, especially after you told me about Marilyn." 

Now Tim was all ears. 

"Don't get pissed...but that chick you were with...Angelina Jolie...that was my roommate. I know, I know...I should have told you the other night. But in my defense, I did pull you away just as soon as I realized what was happening. I would have done it sooner had I seen who you were with." He paused a second, "He belongs to the same drama club as Marilyn." 

Pete waited for the barrage, but it didn't come. He thought Tim was taking it really well. It had been two weeks now. Maybe it didn't matter anymore, water under the bridge. Or maybe since it had happened to him too, it wasn't that big a deal. 

Tim just shrugged it off, "Shit happens." 

Pete was surprised, but glad he didn't make a big thing out of it. He dribbled around him, took three steps, made his shot. 

Pete remembered Dana saying he was going to spend the night at Lisa's. "Hey man...why don't you come over later? We can drink some beer, hang out. It's been a while." 

"Cool man. I'll get cleaned up, grab some beer and head over." 

Pete went home and jumped in the shower. It felt good to get things straight with Tim. It had been on his mind for the last two weeks. He had worried that it fucked up their relationship. Now he knew it hadn't. He was glad to get it past them. 

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel and made his way to the kitchen for a beer. He saw Dana sitting on the couch. "Hey man, I thought you were going to Lisa's." 

"Yeah, she cancelled," Dana said admiring Pete's cock as he dried off before him. It looked so much better now that he had shaved off all his pubes. 

"Bummer dude. Hey, I invited Tim over. Not sure how you feel about that. I thought you would be gone." 

"It's ok. Do you think he is ok?" Dana asked. 

"Not sure," Pete said thinking about it. "We played some basketball earlier and I told him about you, Halloween night and all that. Sorry man, I just had to get it off my chest." 

"No, that's cool. It would have come out sooner or later anyway," Dana said. "So...what do you think? Should I split?" 

Pete remembered how well Tim took the news. "That's up to you, but I got to say he took the news really well. I was surprised." 

"Well...I can't hide from him forever. If you are ok with it...I think I will stick around." 

"Sure, I'm good with it. Whatever happens, I'm sure it won't get ugly. Tim's not like that. Beer?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

Pete threw the towel over his shoulder, grabbed two beers from the frig, and handed one to Dana.

"Thanks," Dana said unable to resist running his hand over Pete's nice, clean shaven balls. He gave them a gentle tug, debated whether to run his tongue over them. Pete shot him a smile. "I've got some studying to do for tomorrow," Dana said releasing them. He got up and disappeared into his room. 

Pete headed to his to get dressed. 

It was probably an hour later when the knock came on the door. Pete hopped up, walked over to let Tim in. He opened the door and froze. There on Tim's arm, very comfortably on Tim's arm, was Marilyn Monroe. 

She was just as he remembered from the party, short platinum hair with the sexy little curl in it, those ruby red lips, the mole to the side of her mouth. Her eyelashes were long and sexy. She was wearing a cute little white crop top with a massive green bow that pretty much covered the front with a short little green plaid skirt, school girl fashion, and white knee socks with little green bows at the top and black heels with an ankle strap. 

She was glad to see the affect she had on Pete. She stepped forward, planted those ruby red lips against his, pushed her tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated, sharing a nice, easy French kiss right there in front of Tim. 

"Remember me?" she asked in her innocent little whisper. 

"Yes...yes of course," he leered into her eyes. He glanced at Tim. Clearly something was going on. "Please...come in." 

Marilyn walked in pretty as you pleased made herself comfortable on the couch. Tim took the six pack to the kitchen and put it in the frig. 

Pete was confused. He certainly hadn't expected to see Marilyn. He couldn't help checking her out once again. Even though he knew this time, she was just as pretty as he remembered with her mannerisms perfectly in sync with what he saw. 

Was she supposed to be Tim's date? Did he bring her for him? 

Marilyn patted the couch next to her, "Come sit with me." 

Pete walked over and sat next to her on the couch. Her hand curled around his inner thigh, "I had such a good time at the party the other night." She gave that cute innocent little giggle. "It's good to see you again." 

Dana's door opened and out walked Angelina Jolie. Low and behold, she was wearing a school girl uniform too. Hers, of course, was edger, sluttier. The straps to her top were off the shoulder; her skirt was a blue plaid with white garter straps extended down several inches past her skirt holding her white silk stockings which disappeared into stiletto heels. 

She glanced at Pete on the couch with Marilyn, smiled, turned to Tim, took him in her arms, gave him a slow, slobbery kiss with lots of tongue. 

Pete's eyes opened wide. He actually felt a pang of jealousy watching that lip lock. But it disappeared quickly when Marilyn grabbed a hunk of hair, pulled him in for a deep soul kiss that left him hard as a rock. 

Angelina led Tim over to the couch, sat next to Pete with Tim on her other side. She saw the confusion in Pete's eyes, the bulge in his pants and grinned. She leaned in, made a point of tracing his lips with her tongue before pushing her lips against his. 

Pete was confused as ever, but didn't really care. Obviously the girls had cooked this all up. 

Angelina was the first to speak, "We thought since everyone had such a good time the other night at the party...that we would get back together." Pete just smiled. "Of course a few things have changed since then," Angelina said with that sexy little bad girl look of hers. 

Pete's smile disappeared. Holy shit! She wasn't going to mention how he had sucked her cock was she? She had fed that thing to him for hours. 

Angelina reached over for Tim's hand, moved it underneath her skirt. She stared into Pete's eyes as he watched Tim's hand moving around underneath her skirt, clearly retrieving her cock from her panties. 

A slow grin crossed Pete's face as the movement going on underneath Angelina's skirt was clearly that of Tim leisurely stroking her cock. 

It dawned on Pete that Tim knew everything about the last few days. And from the way he was playing with Angelina's cock, there had obviously been some things going on over at his place as well. 

Marilyn reached for Pete's hand, moved it ever so slowly underneath her skirt. His fingers bumped into her bulge held tightly by what felt like silk panties. He grinned as his fingers worked their way to the top, pulled them down enough for her erection to spring free. 

He wrapped his fingers around the base of her shaft, gave it a nice, easy squeeze as he leaned over to give her a kiss. There tongues met, played and caressed as he rolled his thumb over the head of her hard dick. Tim and Angelina's moans filled the room confirming they were doing the same thing. 

Pete felt some wetness leaking from Marilyn's cock. He locked his fingers tight around the base of her shaft, pulled them up to the head coaxing a large dollop to appear. He captured it on his fingertip, raised it to his mouth and applied it liberally to his lips much to Marilyn's delight. 

Marilyn spread her legs wide, eased her skirt up revealing full access to her throbbing cock. Pete smiled as he effortlessly moved to his knees between her legs, and using just his lips, took it into his mouth. He pushed down her length, slowly, easily. He waited a beat, came back up, twirled his tongue around the head before dipping his tongue up her slit. 

He had almost forgotten about Tim, Angelina. He glanced over to see his buddy Tim with his lips hugging the root of Angelina's cock. He watched as Tim slowly pulled up her length, coating her beautiful thick cock with his salvia and planted a kiss right on the tip. 

Marilyn grabbed his head, pointed it back at her cock. It was leaking profusely. His focus turned totally to her cock. He dipped down, swiped it off, swallowed. He parted his lips, worked them down her length. 

He sucked hard, then soft. He licked her shaft from one end to the other. He teased the tip with butterfly kisses. He coaxed a big dollop on his finger, offered it to her waiting lips. He felt her tongue swipe it off, lick the tip of his finger suggestively making his cock throb. 

He stole glimpses of Tim doing much the same thing to Angelina. Tim had clearly learned how to work a cock...just like he had. 

And that's exactly what they did. They worked those cocks, taking them to the edge, squeezing them off, waiting, only to start all over again. 

After a long, luxurious amount of time, Marilyn looked over at Angelina, "Are you ready to cum?" 

Angelina had that nasty little smirk on her face, "Oh yeah."

The boys knew just what to do. Like a pair of twins, working in unison, they both plunged all the way down their respective cocks, waited a beat, then another, sucked hard, and pulled back up, and off, holding their mouths opened wide. 

"Yeah...fuck yeah..." Marilyn hissed aiming her cock, letting loose of a heavy stream of rich cum straight into Pete's mouth. 

Angelina blasted her first load all over Tim's face, but managed to get her second into his mouth. 

Both boys immediately took those cocks back in their mouth; sucked, licked and slurped until the girl's grunts and groans had ceased. 

"Kiss him," Marilyn commanded. 

"Do it," Angelina said forcefully. 

Tim and Pete turned to each other, pushed their lips together, followed by their tongues and oceans and oceans of thick, warm cum. 

"Now that's fucking hot," Angelina hissed. 

"Yeah it is," Marilyn smiled. 

"This calls for a drink,"Angelina said as she tucked her cock back into her panties, rose to her feet and headed to the kitchen as the boys continued to swap cum. 

She came back with four shot glasses and that bottle of tequila. She filled each to the brim and set the bottle down. Pete and Tim had finished their kiss, swallowed every drop of cum. They sat on the floor, heads spinning wildly. 

Each took their glass, threw them down, swallowed hard. 

Angelina gave Marilyn a quick smile, "I think we all know what time it is now..." 

Marilyn grinned, "We most certainly do." She looked at Tim, "Stand up." 

Pete found himself inches away from Tim's crotch, staring at the very noticeable bulge in his jeans. He grabbed the bottle of tequila, poured himself another shot and downed it quickly. 

He turned back to Tim, glanced up. They both knew what he was about to do. Never in a million years did he think he would be doing this with his buddy. He pulled that zipper down. He reached for the button holding Tim's jeans together, unbuttoned it, yanked those jeans down to the floor. 

Pete's eyes opened wide staring at the pink satin panties, trimmed in cute little lace with a nice little bow in front staring back at him. Those panties were doing a really poor job of holding Tim's throbbing erection.

Angelina leaned over, eased the top of those panties down. Marilyn caught Tim's erection as it popped free, ran it seductively over Pete's lips. Tim was shaved smooth. Obviously the girls had gotten to him too. 

"Kiss, kiss..." she prompted.

Pete grinned slightly, but puckered his lips, started planting little kisses on his buddy's nice, thick cock. Then with the greatest of ease, he parted his lips, slipped them right down Tim's shaft. 

"That's better," Marilyn said releasing her hold on Tim's cock. 

Angelina poured two shots, handed one to Marilyn. They clinked glasses and threw them down. They shared a brief peck on the lips before falling back on the couch to watch Pete suck Tim's cock. 

"No less than thirty minutes," Angelina barked at Pete. "If he comes before then...you are in big trouble mister."



Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 04



Pete and Tim...first time without the girls

There was a knock on the door. Pete knew it was Tim. They saw each other earlier at class and decided to get together after school. "Hey Suck Buddy," he said with a crooked grin. "Come on in." 

Tim returned the smile as he walked in and put the six pack in the frig. He pulled two beers, handed one to Pete and sat on the couch. 

This was the first time they had met together, without the girls, since the girls came into their lives at the Halloween party. They used to get together all the time, hang out, watch TV and drink beer. Sometimes they would play basketball, others they would go to the local bar and check out the women. So much had changed since then and yet that was only a few weeks ago. 

Tim took a sip of his beer, "You're not going to start calling me Suck Buddy are you?" 

Pete grinned. "I should...but no. So uh...tell me man...how did all this get started? It seems to me you know a lot more than you have told me." 

Tim grinned, "Dude! You have no idea." 

"Well...why don't you fill me in," Pete said giving his crotch an obvious nudge. 

"Well first of all, that party...the Halloween party...I had no clue. I wasn't in on that at all. I knew Jon, but not really. He lived next door, but it's not like we hung out or anything. We passed each other in the hall and that was about it." 

"Well...I'm glad to hear that much at least." 

"Yeah...I saw you with a chick from across the room. Of course I was with Angelina who was all over me. I was digging it. I thought we had both scored big time. But then I thought I recognized Jon underneath all that and freaked. I tried to warn you, but the music was too loud. Angelina realized that I figured it out and started playing with my dick in a big way. Of course I had no idea about her." 

"Yeah...she really knows how to do that, doesn't she?" Pete smiled. 

"Oh yeah," Tim agreed. "Well she took me to one of the bedrooms and gave me the best blowjob of my life! We came back out, but you guys were gone. So we started dancing and making out. That's when you showed up...and we split." 

"Yeah...that part I got. It's the part after that I'm not so sure about," Pete said. 

"Well, later that night 'Marilyn' comes by my place. I wasn't sure what to do. I knew then that it was really Jon." He turned to Pete, "I still can't believe how good they look dressed up." 

"Yeah...you really can't tell. It's amazing," Pete agreed. 

"He asked me not to tell you about him, didn't want to ruin the illusion for you. Then he pretty much pushed his way into my room, told me how he had given you this incredible blowjob, fed you this big mouthful of cum and how much you loved it." 

He turned to Pete again, "I knew he was telling the truth because Angelina had done the same thing to me." Tim took another sip, "Jon said he would do anything for me to keep his secret. Before I know it, he is on his knees, pulling my dick out." 

Pete smiled, "We both know how that went." 

Tim smiled too. "No shit! Two of the best blowjobs of my life...in the same night." They tipped their cans at each other and took another sip. 

"So he tells me he is coming by the next day to give me another blowjob. And he's going to keep coming by, every day, to suck my cock, just as long as I keep his little secret." Tim turned to Pete feeling guilty, "Dude..." 

"Don't worry man. I understand. I would have done the same thing," Pete said. 

Tim was relieved. "Well, sure as shit, he shows the next day. And I don't have to tell you how good that was. That guy can suck a basketball through a garden hose..." 

Pete smiles, "No shit." 

"He comes by the third day and he has Angelina with him. I was not expecting that. Well it didn't take two seconds to figure she was really a he at that point. Man, they both went to work on me... Whew! Dude, that was super awesome," he said with a shit eating grin. 

Pete smiled nudging his cock, giving it more room to grow. 

"So Angelina is sucking my cock...doing things to me that are just crazy...and Marilyn works her way up, straddles my face, rubs her cock against my lips. I freaked a little to be sure...but she just pushed it right into my mouth." 

Pete nudged his crotch again thinking about that first time for him with Angelina, how she stuck her cock in his face, gave him instructions of exactly what to do. He glanced at Tim's lap, saw the bulge. This time he knew intimately the nice thick cock that was making that bulge. He reached over and squeezed it, "So...how was that?" 

Tim smiled as Pete squeezed his cock. That squeeze felt really good. He moved his hand to Pete's lap, felt his erection. He gave it a nice, slow rub, made his way down to cup his balls. "I think you know how that was..." Pete felt Tim's cock jerk between his fingers and smiled. 

"That's how it started man. That's where it all began," Tim said still rubbing Pete's cock in a slow, easy caress. "They came over the next day, both of them. They got me all worked up, took me into the bathroom and shaved my cock. Pretty soon I had two hard cocks dancing in my face..." Pete grinned and gave him a reassuring squeeze. 

"I must have sucked those cocks for hours. One would get close to orgasm and then they would switch," Tim grinned. "Well that's when they started talking, making plans to get you." 

Pete was nodding his head in agreement. It made perfect sense to him. 

"Well I guess it was the forth day, maybe the fifth, Marilyn shows up with a pair of panties...for me. It didn't make any difference at that point. I put them on and got to work on her cock," he said taking another sip. Then as an aside, "I've gotten to where I really like them now. I mean they are comfortable, like really comfortable. And man...once I get hard...shit... that is the best." 

"So let me guess. She comes over every day, insists that you play with her cock. She tells you exactly what to do, how to do it and when. When you are not sucking it, you are kissing it. When you are not kissing it, you are fondling it. Pretty close?" Pete asks. 

Tim looks at him, "Yeah...dead on. We do that for hours." 

"She insists that you drink her cum...and drink your cum too," Pete said. 

"Yep!" Tim looked at Pete. "I can't tell you how much cum I have drunk in the last ten days. The damned thing about it is now I really like it. The shit makes me hard every time I taste it." 

"Yeah," Pete agrees rather astonished that they have that in common, "I know what you mean. Same thing happens to me." He thought about it for a second, "Do you think the taste of cum makes all guys horny?"

"I don't know," Tim said pondering the question. "You know, most guys have never tasted cum, but I bet the ones that have...get horny as hell." 

"I haven't done the panty thing," Pete admits. "You really like it?" 

Tim looked at him, stopped rubbing his cock for a moment. "I think you will dig it." 

Pete searches his face, "Yeah...you're probably right. Hell, I've liked every thing else." He waited a moment, "So...you wearing them now?" 

"Oh yeah," Tim grinned.

"Let's get these pants off," Pete says. 

They stood, undid their jeans. 

Tim was wearing a pair of baby blue silk panties with a bow in front. They looked particularly lewd with his erection stretching them out. Pete ran his hand over Tim's erection, "Dude...you are so hard." He ran his other hand down, cupped his balls. They felt good covered in silk. 

"Yeah...that's nice," Pete said. He took a step forward, rubbed his exposed erection against Tim's silk covered one. "Oh shit..." Pete moaned. He started humping Tim, cock against cock, real slow. "Fuck man...that feels great." 

"Man...that is making me so fucking horny!" Tim said with a lazy smile. "You should feel it from this side," he said pulling back, removing the panties and handing them to his buddy. 

Pete took the panties and pulled them on. Now it was his erection that was making the lewd presentation in silk. He definitely liked the way they felt, although he was not too crazy about the way they looked. The cute little bow, the lace around the edges would all take some getting used too.

"What do you think man?" Tim asked twisting his fingers around the tip of Pete's silk clad cock. He watched Pete's eyes. "Not so bad, huh?" he whispered. 

"Holy shit..." Pete said feeling his knees getting weak. 

"I told you man," Tim said pushing his advantage, knowing exactly how to use that silk with Pete's hairless cock and balls. Once Pete's eyes started to flutter, Tim pulled his hand back, replaced it with his throbbing cock. 

"Wow," Pete mumbled. Tim humped him slowly knowing Pete would definitely be a convert. 

"You can keep those. I have more back at my place," Tim grinned. 

He had worn the blue ones knowing they would be easier for Pete to stomach. But he had a pink satin thong back at his place that he couldn't wait to get on Pete. They had ruffles going across the front. He knew Pete would look kick ass in them. 

They both sat back down on the couch. Pete's cock was literally throbbing inside those silk panties. Each little jerk, the slightest movement, sent sensations up and down his spine. Tim saw every jerk. The girls said the panties would be key and of course they were right.

"Whoever thought we would be sucking cock..." Tim said easily. 

"Yeah...no kidding," Pete chuckled. He glanced at Tim, "I like sucking cock." 

"And you do it really good," Tim said. He looked Pete dead in the eye, "I love sucking cock." He couldn't keep his eyes from drifting down to those baby blue panties and the twitching bulge underneath. "You look good in those panties." 

Pete was definitely getting over his reservations about the way they looked. Those crazy sensations coming from the silk...

Tim rose to his feet, took a step closer to his buddy, rubbed his nice, thick cock across his lips. Pete wasted no time teasing it with his tongue. "That's hot dude...feels good." Tim let him have a few more licks before making his next request, "Suck my cock man..." 

Pete parted his lips, took Tim's thick shaft into his mouth. He knew exactly what to do, the girls had taught him well. He went down, pulled back up, danced over the tip. It was even better this time wearing panties. 

"Do you have a mirror...like a big mirror," Tim asked. Pete was trying to think, but it was difficult because his focus was on that thick shaft filling his mouth. Tim eased it away from his hungry lips, "Maybe Dana has one..." 

"Yeah...maybe," Pete said having his concentration broken. He gave Tim's cock a kiss and walked over to Dana's room. "Yeah, here's a full length one on a stand." 

"Bring it in here," Tim said stroking his throbbing erection. He showed Pete where to put it, loved the way his erection bounced seductively behind the silk panties. Pete was a little surprised by the request, especially when Tim had him set it up behind the couch. 

Pete walked back around to the front of the couch. Tim wrapped his hand around his silk clad erection, "You dig those panties...don't you?"

Pete couldn't lie, "Yeah...they're hot." 

Tim gave him that lazy smile. "I going to show you something you are going to like more than those panties...more than sucking cock." Tim looked him in the eyes, "Do you trust me?" 

Pete searched his face, knew he was telling the truth. "Yeah..." 

"Bend over this couch," Tim said smoothly. Suddenly Pete understood what he had in mind. "And look in the mirror..." 

Pete's face flushed at the thought. He turned, bent over the couch and stuck his ass up in the air. That mirror was right in front of him. He could see how flushed his face was, how horny he was. He could also see Tim move behind him. 

He felt Tim place that thick cock of his atop his ass, pull the panties to the side. "I know what you are thinking...I thought it too." Tim reached around, grabbed a handful of hard cock wrapped in silk. Tim let his cock ease down Pete's ass, gave Pete a hard squeeze and pushed the head of his cock into Pete. 

"Uuuuuh," Pete groaned. 

"Just breathe...it gets better," Tim said in a soothing voice. "Watch the mirror," he instructed. 

Pete was definitely feeling some pain. He was not used to this. He managed to look in the mirror. There was Tim, face full of lust, standing behind him, hand wrapped around his silk clad cock. 

Tim looked at Pete's face in the mirror, "It gets sooo much better." He gave Pete a nice hard squeeze, pushed in another inch. 

"They fuck me all the time now..." Tim said with that grin of his. He could see that Pete was starting to adjust. He knew it would happen. He rolled his thumb over the head of Pete's cock. "You wouldn't believe some of the things we've done together. It's so fucking hot..." 

That pain was quickly subsiding, being replaced with the most devilish sensations. Pete was starting to understand. Now the thought of having Tim's nice, thick cock in his ass...all the way in his ass...consumed him. 

He looked in the mirror; saw the lust on Tim's face, his own face as well...

Pete pushed back against Tim's cock until he felt Tim's balls pushed up against his own. 

"Oh fuck...." Pete hissed at the unbelievable feeling. 

"Dude...you're going to love this," Tim said with conviction. 

Then like some master gigolo, Tim started with the gentlest of movements, not more than an inch at best. Pete marveled at this new feeling, this feeling of being taken. Tim added another inch or two, slowly, easily. 

He glanced in the mirror. Pete had fully adjusted now; he could see it in his face. He kept adding inches until he was finally pushing all the way in. Now balls deep into his buddy, he swayed his hips side to side giving him the full effect of having a nice, thick cock buried in his ass." He glanced in the mirror, saw the look on Pete's face. Yeah, he got it.

Tim withdrew his cock slowly, almost all the way out...only to ease it back in. "Keep your eyes on that mirror..." Tim said in a commanding voice. "I'm gonna rock your world." 



Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 05



The last week had been like no other for Pete. Tim had been right, Pete really loved being taken. And doing it all in front of that mirror, watching everything...kinky!

There was no shortage of kink these days. Tim showered him with tons of panties. He wore them every day. Tim was right about that too. There was no such thing as bad panties. He loved the way they felt, but especially when he became aroused. There was nothing better than having an erection while wearing panties. He loved it. 

Of course he was getting plenty of cock too. That was a given. He stopped over at Tim's almost every day after school and rode that thick monster of his. He couldn't seem to get enough of that thing. They were having fun experimenting with different positions. Pete thought it was great having a friend, who understood everything, wasn't hung up about it and enjoyed sex as much as he did. 

"Marilyn and I were thinking that it would be nice if you boys took us on a date," Dana said. They were both sitting on the couch. Dana was naked, hard. Pete was wearing silk polka dot panties sucking his cock and massaging his balls. 

Dana always referred to Jon as Marilyn even when he wasn't dressed up. Pete wasn't sure why exactly, but noticed that Jon always referred to Dana as Angelina as well. Maybe it was a drama thing or maybe it was just part of the little game they played together. Whatever the reason, it stuck. He found himself using 'Angelina' and 'Marilyn' too. 

Pete slowly pulled off Angelina's cock, "You want to go on a double date?" 

Angelina gave him a slow grin, pushed his head back down on her cock, "Yes." Pete resumed his leisurely assault. "We thought it would be nice to go somewhere nice. Don't worry. We will be the kind of dates that put out," she giggled. 

The idea was discussed amongst the four of them and they decided on Alfredo's for dinner, a very nice Italian restaurant, followed by some dancing at the club not far from campus. 

That Saturday finally rolled around and all four met at Pete and Angelina's in the afternoon to get ready. Angelina walked over to the door, glanced at the boys and locked it. The boys grinned at each other and immediately stripped down to their panties.  

Pete was wearing that pink satin thong with the ruffles that Tim liked so much. He really did look good in them with his stunning six pack and prominent bulge. Tim was wearing ruffles too, although his were bikini style with a huge three inch satin bow sitting right there in front with satin ribbons that draped down to his balls. 

Angelina had Pete fetch another stool and bring it in next to hers in front of the makeup mirror. Marilyn and Angelina took their place, unfolded their makeup kits. They glanced at the boys in the mirror, then at each other. Things had turned out just as they had planned. 

Angelina looked at Pete in the mirror, "Why don't you get the tequila and four shot glasses." Pete shot Tim a quick grin and headed off to the kitchen. 

He sat the bottle down between the makeup kits along with the shot glasses. Angelina gave him a look. Certainly he didn't expect her to pour. Pete filled the glasses and handed them out. The girls tipped their glasses together and the boys did the same with theirs. 

"Here's to a night none of us will ever forget!" All four smiled at that one and drank them down. 

The girls sat on their stools and studied themselves in the mirror. They'd done this a hundred times, but this time promised to be more fun than all the other times put together. The boys stood next to them, dutifully waiting.

"First things first," Marilyn said. "Boys, fetch the wigs." All of their stuff was laid out on the bed. 

Angelina interrupted, "Pardon me, but you did say first things first, right?" 

Marilyn recognized that tone of voice. It always meant sex. "My bad..." she smiled. 

The girls turned outward on their stools, spread their legs. The boys, having been presented with cock, descended to their knees, found clean shaven cocks sitting nicely atop clean shaven balls at the top of clean shaven legs. 

Pete scooped up Angelina's soft flesh between his lips and nursed it to full hardness as Tim did the same for Marilyn. The boys gave them a nice, easy suck, nothing too vigorous.  

The girls turned back to their mirrors, their erections now visible at the bottom of the reflection. The boys rose to their feet, took their position next to them. Both had gotten hard simply from sucking cock. Tim's cock was much thicker than Pete's, hence the bikini style panties. Pete looked perfectly delicious in that cute little thong. 

"Now...the wigs," Marilyn smiled. The boys retrieved the wigs and handed them to the girls. Angelina slipped into her long, dark locks while Marilyn became a platinum blonde. The boys watched as both girls tugged and adjusted until everything was perfectly in place without the slightest hint of anything but what you would expect. 

"And now the bras," Angelina said. There were two on the bed. Pete retrieved the black one for Angelina and Tim the white one for Marilyn. The boys stepped back over to the makeup table, found the girls with out stretched arms ready to receive. 

Even though it was perfectly clear who was who and what was what, the boys still found it extremely sexual sliding those bras up their arms and into place. 

"And now those boxes..." The boys did as they were asked and were amazed by their contents. Each box contained a set of breasts. Being from the drama department, they were perfectly formed with nipples just where they should be.

The boys watched as the girls carefully slipped their breasts into the specially sown pockets of their bras that held them in place. The bras were slightly see-through giving a hint and a tease while obscuring the true nature of its content. Of course Angelina's was a bit larger than Marilyn's. 

The boys could only stare as the girls became girls. Pete looked at Tim amazed. He loved the way the nipples protruded just enough to add realism. No wonder they had been fooled so completely. He was looking right at them and couldn't make out the difference. 

The girls loved the look on the boy's faces. That look was certainly part of the thrill of dressing up. 

Angelina turned to Pete thrusting her chest slightly forward, "Be a dear and hand me that sexy...silk...garter belt?" Pete's eyes were zeroed in on her breasts. They looked totally real and she wasn't even wearing a blouse. 

Pete brought the black garter belt over to Angelina, fell to his knees and draped it around her waist. The straps looked so wicked dangling down caressing her thighs. He reached around to hook it and felt the slightest pressure being applied to his head. His lips naturally opened and took her warm, sturdy flesh between them. 

He traced his tongue around everything slowly enjoying it just as much as that first time. He loved feeling her between his lips, spent hours and hours doing it. He detected just a hint of cum and knew that Angelina was starting to really get aroused. 

She pulled his head up, looked him in the eye with that lustful grin of hers, "Now the stockings darling..." 

Pete rose to his feet and headed to the bed, his erection teased by his satin thong with each step. He couldn't resist a quick rub as he retrieved the black silk stockings with the sexy lace tops. 

Angelina loved the way his cute ruffles hugged his hard, rugged form, the way the light danced upon the satin. She had him sit at her feet as she began the show. 

It was something she and Marilyn had practiced a thousand times. They both knew the erotic thrill of watching those stockings slide up that leg, get attached to that cute little strap with the little bow on the end. Pete had the added bonus of watching her cock dance and sway revealing her enjoyment from performing the act. She loved that look in his eyes, that burning lust, that need. She would keep him right there...all evening long. 

She turned back towards the mirror, reached over for his hand, guided it between her legs. Pete eased his fingers around the base as he had so many times before, felt her jerk. He was beginning to realize just how much she enjoyed this transformation. 

There was a grunt, followed by a muffled groan. They both glanced over to find Tim sitting on the edge of the makeup table, panties pulled down, thick cock buried between Marilyn's lips. She found Tim's thickness wonderful. It was a delightful challenge in the beginning, but she saw it as an opportunity to explore new techniques. Now she handled it with the greatest of ease, mastered that thickness and made it her own. 

Angelina jerked between Pete's fingers as she watched those lips slide down Tim's wonderful shaft. Pete cupped her balls with his other hand, adding a gentle massage as his cock twitched within his thong. They both had enjoyed that thickness more times than they could count. 

Marilyn took Tim to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm and squeezed him off before he could ejaculate. She held him tight until the urge had passed. Finally she released him, pulled his panties back into place, patted that obscene bulge. She owned that cock of his. 

Angelina had Pete pour another round as the room filled with the smell of sex. They downed them sharing a knowing glance between them. The night had scarcely begun and yet everyone was so revved up. 

The girls returned to their mirror. The boys took their place, sitting on their knees to their side administering a slow, easy caress as the girls pondered which shade of what would be applied next. 

Angelina went with shades of purple, layering down getting darker and darker making her eyes stand out. She loved the smoky, slutty look of the vixen. Why dress up if you were not going to play your favorite role? 

Marilyn stayed light and fresh, almost virginal. She loved playing against type. She knew exactly how to draw them in with that innocent look only to turn nasty, giving off that fallen Bambi thing that every man identified with, longed for. 

The boys watched from their vantage point, curious faces just visible at the bottom of the mirror's reflection. 

Pete watched as Angelina applied a satiny smooth layer of lipstick, then outlined those lips with a slightly different color making them seem bigger, fuller. She ran her tongue along the finished product in the most seductive fashion knowing Pete would be watching. 

Now that her lips were finished, the transformation was complete. All that remained was the illusion. With that devilish look of hers, she guided Pete's cute little ass to the center of her makeup table. 

He knew that look. His cock throbbed and jerked underneath the satin. 



Angelina approached a cock much like a sculptor approached a lump of clay. She used her intuition along with her vast skill to produce the most erotic experience possible. Those perfectly polished fingers peeled that satin thong down revealing his perfectly shaped, perfectly hard member. 

She started at the bottom of his shaft, just above his balls, swirled that tongue delicately up his length only to slowly capture his tip between those beautifully painted lips. Pete watched those lips as they went right back down to where they started, this time with him inside. 

Pete knew she had been at it much longer than he, but hoped that one day he might enter her league and at least get close to delivering something as incredible as she did so effortlessly. 

Angelina eased back off with a smile. There oozing from Pete's tip was a big dollop of cum. She took it on the end of her finger, applied it to Pete's lips. She loved that puppy dog look in his eyes. "Heels," she purred. 

Pete pulled himself out of the trace long enough to retrieve the black stiletto heels with the highly suggestive ankle strap. She offered her foot, watched as he slipped it on, secured it in place. 

Pete watched as she rose atop those stilettos, gave him that bad girl look of hers, "Panties..."

He retrieved the black lace panties that matched her bra. He watched as she deftly stepped into them, pulled them up just below her erection. "The things I do for you..." she said unzipping a hidden compartment and slipping her cock within. She pulled them up the rest of the way, not the slightest bulge anywhere. 

That was another facet of dressing up. It was sweet torture knowing that she was off limits, no matter what she did, until the end of the evening. She had no choice but to shift her focus to the next available cock, which is what started everything in the first place. 

Pete watched as she walked over to the bed in those wicked heels, grabbed the slinky little blob of material and stepped through it. Being nothing more than a tube of spandex, she pulled it up to her tummy. She took the top part, pulled it just over her breasts. Then she took the bottom part and pulled it down as far as it would go, which barely covered her stocking tops. It was sexual, suggestive, delicious. 

Pete glanced at Tim wondering if he caught that last little bit, but noticed Marilyn. She was already dressed in a sleek, satin number that was elegant, classy. It fit her body perfectly presenting her curves in a most desirable way. She complimented the look with bracelets on each wrist matching her long, drooping earrings. She was smoking hot. 

The girls instructed the boys to put on their gabardine slacks followed by nice dress shirts. They looked classy, elegant, handsome. No one would ever guess they were both wearing ruffles underneath. 

The restaurant was stylish, chic. The boys noticed how every man in the place stole a glimpse of the girls. Some lingered long enough to be caught by their wives, girlfriends. Angelina and Marilyn craved it, drank it in without letting on. 

They held chairs for the girls, watched as they descended doing a poor job of managing their incredibly short hemlines. They realized it was all part of the game as they noticed eyes from across the restaurant suddenly avert. 

The waiter appeared. With practiced ease, his eyes dipped just at the right moment as he took their drink order. He was more than surprised when everyone ordered shots of tequila. He noticed each lady had a hand sneaking off into her dates lap underneath the white table linen.

Pete and Tim maintained their composure as the girls did their best to tease their ever present hardness. Both girls were straining against their secret pouches, having sprung to life from their more than successful entrance. 

Marilyn noticed the waiter returning with a tray of shots. She caught his eyes earlier, was aware of his attraction. She leaned into Tim, gave a casually giggle as she teased the bottom of his ear with her tongue. 

The waiter found it difficult to get past his jealousy as he served the shots. He didn't know who these guys were, or what they had done, to score such luscious babes. He could only imagine the things that would happen later that evening. 

Angelina swooned against Pete's shoulder, stared starry eyed at him, "What would you like me to have baby?" Her tone was more than suggestive. Pete quickly realized they were in for the performance of a lifetime. 

He decided to share in the fun, "Let's see...what would I like to give you..." 

Angelina gave him that devilish grin of hers while suddenly squeezing his cock. His body stiffened just enough to make it obvious to everyone, including the waiter, what had just taken place. With that bad girl look of hers she said, "I'll take as much as I can get..." 

The waiter did his best to remain passive, uninterested, but his imagination was going wild. He pictured himself giving her everything he had and then some. He took their order and disappeared. 

"You have such a thick fucking cock," Marilyn whispered just loud enough for Pete and Angelina to hear. Tim smiled. She glanced at Pete, "Tim tells me you have found new ways to enjoy it." Pete grinned. "Do you like it when my boyfriend fucks that cute little ass of yours?" 

Angelina squeezed Pete's cock again, "Yes...I hear you have become a real cock whore." 

"Let's just say...I am enjoying a rich variety of erotic situations...that have recently become known to me," he grinned. 

"Mmm," Angelina smiled. "Nicely put." She eased her hand down to his balls, gently cupped them, rolled them back and forth. "I can't wait for you to show me some of the things you've learned..." She felt Pete's cock jerk between her fingers. 

"Our waiter is quite taken with you," Marilyn smiled. 

Angelina grinned. "I've noticed. I can't decide if I'll have him suck Pete, as a condition for having me...or if I'll have Pete suck him...just to blow his mind." She looked at Pete, "I know you would love to suck his cock..." She felt his cock jerk again. 

The thought had not occurred to him until that very moment. He was quite happy with the three cocks available to him, more than happy really. In the hours he had spent with his lips stretched gloriously around warm, hard flesh, he never once thought of doing it to someone else. 

They took their shot glasses, tipped the four together and downed them. 

Their actions were being discreetly observed by the other male patrons. They knew what happens after a night of tequila shots.  

Angelina leaned in and whispered, "My cock is so fucking hard from playing with these cute little ruffles of yours..." She reached up, turned his face to hers, met his lips. She knew such public display of affection was out of place in such a nice atmosphere, but vixens didn't play by the rules. 

All through dinner Pete stole glimpses of the waiter's crotch every time he came to the table. Angelina planted that thought and now he couldn't shake it. He looked at the guy's face trying to judge what caliber blowjobs he'd received in the past. Of course there was no way of knowing, but Pete bet anyone at the table could top his best. 

The original plan was to go dancing, but it was too early for dancing. Everyone was incredibly horny and had dessert in mind. 

Angelina leaned over to Pete's ear. In that sexy, suggestive tone of hers she asked, "Do you want to suck that waiter's cock?" Tim and Marilyn looked at Pete, waited for his answer. 

"I'd rather suck yours..." he said. 

"Right answer," she grinned. "Pay the check," she said squeezing his erection, "It's time to go." 

Angelina had Pete's cock out all the way home. He could barely drive. He pleaded with her to stick it back in his pants once they got in the parking lot, but she wanted him to walk to their room fully exposed. Finally he prevailed and they made it to the room without being arrested. 

All four of them made it inside the room and Angelina locked the door behind them. She looked at Tim, "Shots would be in order." Tim turned for the kitchen. 

She walked Pete to the middle of the room, placed her hands on his shoulders, urged him down. She was not about to wait another minute. Her cock had throbbed between her legs all evening. 

Pete couldn't keep the grin from his face as he sank to his knees. He took the hem of her slinky little dress, peeled it up revealing her smooth panties. He knew she had to be hard as hell. 

He pulled those panties down a little, looked for the opening to the secret pouch. He found it, pulled it open and freed her throbbing erection. She stared down at him with that bad girl look of hers, "SUCK!" 

He easily slipped his lips over her hardness, immediately got a taste of her as she dripped on his tongue. He felt her hands grab the back of his head. Suddenly she was thrusting her hips back and forth literally fucking his mouth.

"Take that cock...you little tease..." she smiled. "Do that thing with your tongue," she commanded. Pete knew exactly what she was talking about. He traced her tip with his tongue, just the way she liked it. 




Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 05



Tim came over with a shot, Angelina threw it down. She grabbed Tim by the hair, pulled him in for a kiss, gave him a smile. She pulled her cock from Pete's mouth, handed him a shooter. No sooner had he finished when she jammed her cock back down his throat. 

She was humping his face in a smooth, deliberate fashion. "You wanted to suck that guy's cock so bad..." she grinned. "You can't fool me. I bet he would have given you a huge load too..." She pulled her cock free, held it in front of his face. "Kiss it." 

Pete planted little butterfly kisses all over the head of her dick. Angelina grinned, "Such a little cock whore..." She looked at Marilyn, "There's something missing...don't you think?" Marilyn gave her a huge grin. Pete didn't even notice her leaving the room he was so busy kissing Angelina's cock. 

Marilyn came back and Angelina pulled her cock away from Pete. She grabbed his head, turned it towards Marilyn. She was waiting there with that ruby red lipstick. Pete felt his face flush as he realized what she was doing. Once Marilyn was through painting his lips, she turned his head back to Angelina's cock. 

Angelina took her cock and rubbed it gently along Pete's pretty lips, "Nice..." She glanced at Tim, "Pull that monster out...show me how you trained this little cum slut," she said affectionately. 

Marilyn came up behind Tim, undid his slacks, pulled them down. She reached for Tim's panties, but Angelina stopped her. "NO! Not the panties. You know how I love a boy in panties..." 

Marilyn smiled. Boy did she ever! She eased her hand inside Tim's ruffles, flipped that thick cock of his out. She ran the tip across Pete's painted lips, "That's more like it..." she cooed. Pete was beside himself. It was all so different wearing lipstick. "Now...suck my boyfriend's cock," Marilyn whispered. 

Pete parted his lips, slid them down that thick cock as he had so many times before. 

"Why you little cock sucker," Marilyn teased playing with Pete's ear. She bent down by his mouth stretched to the max by Tim's cock, "You really like sucking my boyfriend's cock...don't you." Marilyn gave Tim a wink, rose to her feet. 

The girls watched as Tim pulled his cock free from Pete's hungry lips. Tim made a ring with his finger and thumb, started at the base of his cock, slowly squeezed as he made his way to the tip. Pete opened his mouth, tilted back just slightly. They had done this many times alone, but never in front of the girls. Tim coaxed a nice big wad out the end letting it drip into Pete's mouth. 

Marilyn smiled at Angelina, "Your boyfriend has skills..." 

Angelina pulled her in for a nice, slow kiss as Pete went back to work on Tim. 

"I'm starting to think you like that cock just a little too much..." Marilyn teased. "You don't want me getting jealous...do you?"

Angelina stepped behind Marilyn, unzipped her dress, let it fall to the floor. Pete got the hint. He pulled off Tim, turned his attention to Marilyn. He stared at her panties. They were as smooth as could be. He ran his hand over that smoothness marveling at how deceptive they were. 

Pete pulled her warm, sturdy flesh from its secret pouch. He traced the tip with his tongue, curled it up her slit. 

"Oooh...that's better...much better," Marilyn cooed. Pete pushed down her length finding it easy after slobbering on Tim. 

"Oh my...you have become such a little dick lover," Angelina teased running her fingers through his hair. Pete knew Marilyn loved having her balls licked. He moved down, ran his tongue over them several times causing her to swoon. 

"You better not let her cum..." Angelina warned enjoying the show. She moved in presenting her cock once again. Pete easily moved from Marilyn to her. He felt like a kid in a candy store. He moved to Tim, took several inches before making his way back to Marilyn. 

"I can't wait another minute," Angelina announced. "I need to fuck this horny little bitch right now." 

Tim and Marilyn helped Pete to his feet. Marilyn worked on his shirt, Tim his slacks. Within moments he was reduced to his cute little ruffled thong, which was drenched in cum. 

"I do love a boy in panties..." Angelina remarked as she led him to the couch. "I believe you know how this works," she teased. Pete climbed up on the couch, tilted his ass up. Angelina climbed up behind him, eased that satin to one side and pushed her cock into him. 

"Oh fuck yeah," she hissed. She started working her cock, "Mmm...this is some nice, tight ass boyfriend. I'm glad ole Timmy boy brought you into the fold...I'm going to enjoy tapping this."

Marilyn walked behind the couch, gave Pete's lips a new coat of lipstick. She grabbed her cock, held it to Pete's lips. Tim grabbed his cock, pushed the tip right against Marilyn's. Pete kissed one, then the other. He swiped the ooze dripping from both as Angelina pumped his ass. 

"You are definitely sucking his cock next time," Angelina said grabbing his hips. Pete knew exactly who she was talking about. "Let me see you suck that fat mama again," she barked. Pete turned his focus to Tim. 

"That is so...fucking...sexy," Angelina hissed. She grabbed his hips, drove her cock up against his prostate. 

"Mmmmmmmm," Pete moaned around Tim's shaft. 

"I think this little cutie just dumped a load into her panties," Angelina said with pride. She aimed her cock, did it again. "Damn! That is some tight ass..." 

She held Pete's ass just where she wanted it, slammed her cock into him. "Fuck that's good...yeah, yeah...real good," each thrust more powerful than the last. She felt it coming on, wasn't about to stop. 

She slammed into him one more time and let loose. "Arrrrggggghhhh!" she grunted emptying her balls into him. Pete wiggled his ass trying to milk her for all she was worth.

She finally let her cock slip from him, "Wheeew...that was awesome." She smiled at Marilyn and then at Tim. "I think its time my boyfriend showed me some of those... erotic situations... he was talking about." 

Tim pulled his cock away from Pete's mouth and walked around the couch. Pete rested his head for a moment on the couch. He felt Tim grab his hips and tilted his ass up to receive it. Tim eased that monster in with the greatest of ease. 

Angelina walked to the back of the couch, lowered her lips to Pete, snaked her tongue into his mouth. "You taste like dick," she smiled. She grabbed Marilyn's cock and aimed it at her boyfriend. She watched as he traced around the tip. Marilyn smiled and pushed it into his mouth. 

The girls watched Tim work Pete's ass. They could tell they had a rhythm worked out between them. "Oh yeah...he does like the big ones doesn't he," Angelina told Marilyn before lowering her lips to hers.

"Uooh yeah...do it baby," Marilyn said watching Tim sink that thick monster into Pete. "But hurry up sugar...I want my turn." Pete just moaned around her cock. 

Tim started working Pete's prostate using the tip of his cock. Marilyn watched as Pete started pushing back, trying to get more cock, moaned and groaned around her cock. She knew how worked up he was, how much that thick cock was getting to him. 

Angelina walked up behind Tim, "Here...let me help." She drove a finger straight up his ass. 

Tim exploded. "Fuuuuucccckkkkk," he groaned as his balls jumped and danced. Pete pulled away from Marilyn's cock, focused on Tim's orgasm. He pushed back, wiggled. He loved feeling that thick monster go off inside him. 

Tim pulled his cock free. Angelina turned his head towards her, pushed her lips against his, drove her tongue into his mouth. Pete dropped his head to the couch, rested, savoring the moment. 

"Put some stockings on that boy!" Marilyn announced. "I want to fuck him." 

Angelina smiled, took Pete's arm and walked him into her room. Pete was beside himself. He loved being the center of everyone's attention. He watched as Angelina pulled out a boned corset. 

"What's that for?" 

"You got to have something to hold them up ...silly," Angelina said with that devilish grin of hers. 

She held the thing open and watched him step into it. "Now...suck that gut in." She got behind him, pulled tight on the straps that laced up the back. Pete felt the bones digging into his flesh, giving him feminine curves. "That's it...." she said tying it in a big bow. 

She pulled out a pair of silk stockings. "You're going to love these..." she teased. 

She sat him on the bed. She glanced at his poor thong drenched in cum, "I think we might have to throw that one away." She bunched up the stocking, slid it up his leg. 

"Wow." He couldn't believe the wicked feeling produced by that cool fine silk. 

She bunched up the other one, watched it unfold as it glided up his leg. She watched his cock jerk wildly as she snapped it in place. "Told you," she purred. 

Pete got to his feet. 

"Might as well try some heels," she suggested holding up a pair. 

He sat back down and watched as she slipped them on his feet, buckled the six straps that went up his ankle. They were more wedges than heels, but were four inches high giving off that 'come fuck me' feel. 

Pete rose to his feet again, but it was totally different this time. He shifted his weight a little trying to get a feel for them. "Don't worry...you'll get used to them," she grinned.

They walked into the other room, found Marilyn and Tim making out. Marilyn broke their kiss and checked Pete out as he walked around the couch. Her eyes grew big. "Now that's more like it!" she said casually stroking her cock. "Come here you sexy little thing..."  

Tim moved over by Angelina, poured two shots. They touched glasses. "You did good honey," she said with that wicked little grin of hers. They downed them. She pushed Tim's head down on her cock. "He's going to turn out perfect!"



Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 06



And just like that heels were added to his repertoire. Now in the afternoons and evenings when he came home from class, the door was locked, the pants came off...the heels went on. 

It was no different than when he started wearing panties. He tried them on, liked them, saw no reason not to wear them every day. Heels were slightly different in that people could tell he was wearing them. So he couldn't wear them all the time, but he could wear them every day. 

It's funny because he never understood chicks wearing heels. They looked completely uncomfortable and they were always complaining how they hurt their feet. Of course all of that was true. The thing that was missing for him was how they made you feel. And you really couldn't know that unless you slipped a pair on. And just like panties, they made him feel different. That different was good... made a lump in his panties.

He could see that Angelina loved them. The way she looked at him, looked at his legs...looked at the lump in his panties. That made a lump in her panties. 

He thought back to that first conversation they shared, how she revealed that they'd dressed up so they could suck cock. He remembered at the time thinking how impossible that statement seemed. How could she sit there and admit, truthfully, that she liked to suck cock? 

It had blown him away at the time. 

Not only did she like to suck cock, but actually came up with the idea of dressing as a chick to get it. Of course the premise was straight forward. And it made perfect sense. But that didn't make it any easier to swallow. At the time it seemed so far out, so wildly crazy he could barely believe she said it out loud...much less actually did it. 

And it worked. It worked like a charm. He fell for it. He fell for it hook, line and sinker. He never had the slightest clue. He didn't consider himself a chump. Actually he thought of himself as rather street smart, was proud he had that little edge. 

Tim fell for it too. How could he forget the way his buddy bragged about that first blowjob? Clearly he bought it, thought he was on top of the world. There was no way he would have done anything with Angelina had he suspected anything at all. 

It was all just crazy. 

Of course now...both of them sucked cock. They sucked lots of cock. And loved it. 

They wore panties too. 

Adding heels to the gig was not that big a deal. 

They discussed it. They first broached the subject playing basketball. They'd played basketball together for years. They could talk there. It was just them. And there was another element too. It was manly. They never really thought of it that way before, but these days, it was hard not too. 

It wasn't a single conversation. It was one that started, stopped, started again. It popped up at the strangest times, and insight here and there, then silence. Days and weeks passed. Just like everything else, it seemed so strange in the beginning. And just like everything else, seemed more and more acceptable, achievable as time went on. 

Of course Pete would go first. That was pretty much understood, was implicit throughout their conversations. That was Pete's personality. If either of them could do it, if it could be done at all, Pete had the best shot. 

It always came back to a single question. Could he? 

The first time he asked himself that question his palms started to sweat, his face flushed. It was so radical, so different. There was a part of him that knew he could pull it off. But when he thought about it, really thought it, actually doing it...well that was another thing altogether. 

He should have known then he was going to do it. 

Over time the question was more about what Tim would think. Tim was his friend, his buddy. What he thought was important. This clearly could be one of those things, once done, could not be undone. It would be lodged in their memories forever.

But then he thought about that first time Tim fucked him within an inch of his life... and laughed out loud. 

He was not a bad looking guy, but not particularly handsome. He was no Brad Pitt. Most would say he was average looking. He had a long face, dark hair, brown eyes. He wore his hair short, clean around the ears, combed off to one side in front. 

Of course the first thing to go was the body hair. They shaved his cock weeks ago and he'd kept it that way ever since. He was fortunate in that he had no hair on his chest and stomach. The hair on his arms, while not robust, was removed. 

He found the process of shaving his legs particularly erotic the way the girls did it. One would consume his cock while the other ran the razor slowly up his leg. Then they would switch with the other taking control of his cock, teasing, slurping as another swatch of hair was removed. While it took longer to get the job done, no one was complaining, least of all him. By the time they were done, his cock was steadily leaking on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm and his legs were satiny smooth.

Marilyn took his toes. She trimmed, shaped and buffed until each was perfect. She applied the ruby red enamel with such precision. Angelina took his fingers. He watched as his nails doubled in size, became perfectly rounded. The same ruby red enamel was applied flawlessly. 

He was amazed by the difference of makeup. First of all, his face became perfectly smooth, even and a shade lighter. There were hints of blush on the cheeks, feathered in bringing a slight variation that made his face look wider, without looking plump. His eyebrows were narrowed, made longer, given a distinctive shape. There was eye liner that brought definition to his eyes, mascara on the lashes making them full and pronounced. The eye shadow gave them depth, made them interesting, definitely feminine. No matter how he turned, the light played off the ruby red lip gloss which was unquestionably sexy as hell. 

It was a strange sight to see such a feminine face, everything perfectly in place coupled with a boy's short brown haircut. Of course that all changed with the wig. Large curlers were inserted and hairspray applied. After a suitable amount of time, the curlers were removed. 

Now it all fit together. That feminine face was framed with long flowing brown hair with a delicate curve. The long drooping earrings were exactly what one would expect to see and matched the petite necklace. 

He stepped into the lace up corset and watched as the girls filled the cups with perfectly shaped breasts with hard little nipples. They had him exhale completely and tightened the laces as much as they would go, which was plenty to give him a nice feminine hourglass shape with an envious bust any woman would kill for. 

Even though he had worn stockings before, he still got a thrill feeling that cool silk slide up his legs, the way it seemed to catch the air and tickle his senses. Angelina made sure they weren't just any stockings. No, they were the ones with the seam going up the back. It was your basic neon sign saying following this...right up this short little dress...to this very fine ass. 

He was presented with French cut panties, black satin, trimmed in cute lace. He was shown the secret little pouch with a conspirator wink. He slipped them on, pulled them just short of the prize, already thick with excitement. He tucked it into the pouch, pulling the elastic around the base and closed it up. The rest of the trip was short, but glorious. His front was smooth and flat with not a hint of his throbbing, which intensified greatly. 

The heels they choose were simply wicked. They were open toed and stiletto heeled with a series of audacious ankle straps that was more than a little suggestive of bondage. When they weren't screaming 'fuck me', they were purring 'tie me up.' 

And last, but certainly not least was the dress. It was the final touch, the ultimate tribute. It was pure poetry, the dirty kind. It was short, very short making the most of his long, lean legs. With just the right move, he could flash the lace stocking tops in a way that looked innocent and totally naive. 

The dress itself was made with black sequence that dazzled under the least of light and featured an open back that was clearly glamorous, daring and provocative. It fit tight hugging the fullness of his bust, emphasized the curve of his waist and the roundness of his ass. 

He looked in the mirror, saw the total package. It was unbelievable. Even knowing the truth, he still believed the reflection over everything else. It was impossible not too. He was looking at Mila Kunis. 

There was no doubt in his mind he would attract attention. In fact, it was clear that he would attract tons of attention. 

As that idea worked its way into his psyche, a devious grin formed. He cocked his hip practicing his femme fatale look in the mirror. He felt so exposed in the short little dress. His eyes made their way down to the two small dots sitting atop the two large bumps nicely outlined by the black sequence. 

He would definitely be impressed by the woman in the reflection. He would consider her hot, sexy. He would definitely try to peer up her short little dress to see what kind of panties she was wearing. And yes he would think bondage with just a single glimpse of those heels. How could he not fantasize about those ruby red lips running up and down his cock?

Then Tim was allowed in, stopped, and stared. The look on his face was universal. It was pure lust, unbounded, impossible to hide. The glint in his eye, the slight upturned lip, the growing bulge in his pants was unmistakable. The fantasies that danced in his head were written across his face in big bold letters. 

Pete's natural instinct was to take full advantage. He gave Tim a succulent gaze through the mirror's reflection running his tongue seductively across his ruby red lips. He witnessed Tim's meltdown, first hand. 

It all became clear to him at that very moment. The girls, their game...the whole deal. Crystal clear. He got it. He more than got it. 

Now it was his game...too.



Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 07



Chapter 7

The femme fatale club... 

Pete, now Mila, turned from the mirror, sashayed over to Tim in her short black sequence dress. Her hand glided to his crotch, gently squeezed that growing bulge. Tim looked down; saw the ruby red fingernails that matched the lips. He looked up just in time for her lips to meet his as she rolled those painted fingernails lower to cup his balls. 

"Someone's happy to see me..." she purred in her practiced female voice. 

"Wow...you look amazing," Tim gushed unable to take his eyes off of her. He was very impressed. The girls tried and tried to make him up too, it just didn't work. His body was wrong, his features just too male. 

Mila bathed in Tim's lust-filled stare. She liked this new power she exerted over him so effortlessly. "So...do I pass?" she asked. 

"Oh yeah...you pass," he smiled. "Man, do you pass!" 

Angelina came up to her side, "I told you. It's time for you to earn your panties girl." 

"This will be fun," Marilyn teased from the other side. 

"So here's the deal. You find a guy, catch his eye, let him make his move. Once you have captured his heart, mind and dick...then you make your move. You suck that cock of his, own it like no other, take his load in your mouth...kiss it back to him. Got it?"  

"Oh yeah...I got it." She remembered all too well.

Marilyn pulled out four shot glasses. "Once you make that poor unsuspecting boy swallow his own cum...you'll have earned your panties," 

Angelina filled them up with tequila. "And then you can take your rightful place in the femme fatale club...where no cock is beyond your control," she smiled bumping fists with Marilyn.

The four of them clinked their glasses, threw them down. 

"Now...let's go get some cock." 

Tim escorted the three lovely ladies over to the sorority house where the Christmas party was being thrown. It was the same sorority that threw the infamous Halloween party. 

"So they know about us?" Mila asked. That sound she heard was her heels clicking on the sidewalk. 

"Oh yeah, they know," Angelina grinned. "Don't kid yourself; chicks are just as kinky as we are..." 

"Believe me...they get off to the idea of you hooking up with some stuck up frat boy or jock," Marilyn confirmed. 

"That's why they let us come to their parties," Angelina smiled. 

Mila took a deep breathe as Tim opened the door. Angelina walked in first followed by Marilyn and then Mila. 

"Oooh...there's my kinky boyfriend," a blonde said walking over to them. "I dig that dress. Hot, very hot!" She leaned in for a kiss. To everyone else it appeared to be two chicks sharing a lip lock. 

Angelina turned to Mila, "Mila, this is Lisa...my girlfriend." 

Holy shit! Lisa was a stone cold fox. And she knew all about Angelina...and it didn't bother her at all! Hell, from the looks of things she got off to it. Fucking unbelievable. 

"Hi Lisa," Pete said never feeling more awkward in his life. Did they make love dressed as chicks or did they... 

"Aren't you cute!" Lisa said checking him out. "Love your nails. That dress is wicked. You'll get plenty of boys with that one." 

"Thanks," Mila said surprised. It never occurred to her that real chicks would respond this way. It caught her off balance. 

"Hey Beverly...come check this out," Lisa said. A brunette walked over. "You remember Dana, excuse me...Angelina. Meet his roommate...ah, well...Mila, right?" 

"Hi Beverly," Mila said staring at Beverly. She was wearing a tuxedo coat...as a dress! Mila suddenly wished they had met as Pete. 

Lisa walked around Mila appreciating the perfection she had achieved. She grabbed the hem of her short dress, pulled it up just a smidge to see her garter straps holding her stockings. "Just as I thought...garter belt and the whole nine. These girls really know how to play it...don't they?" 

Beverly walked over, took a peek. "Are those panties from Victoria Secrets? They look just like mine." 

Sally noticed the new arrivals. Were these the girls she had heard about? They must be. Beverly and Lisa were looking under her dress! "You ladies are going to have plenty to pick from tonight. Full house." She was amazed by how good they looked. "You're cute!" She peeked down at Mila's hiked dress, "Where's your dick?" 

Beverly ran her hand along Mila's silk covered bottom, "Here it is. Feel." 

Sally followed Beverly's hand; "Oh!" she giggled. She couldn't resist giving it a playful squeeze. "Cool." 

Mila wished Beverly had done that. 

"There's going to be some guys from the football team coming. They are so full of themselves," Sally rolled her eyes. "They think they are god's gift...if you know what I mean." She looked at Mila. "Well...they'll certainly have the gift you are looking for," she said raising her eyebrows. 

"Yeah, that Bobby Johnson is a real asshole," Beverly said. She looked at Mila, "You won't have any problem catching his attention dressed like this. That boy will be all over you. I'll personally invite you to every party we have for the rest of the year...if you use him to earn your panties..." She leaned in to whisper, "Stick your finger up his ass...he'll cum like a fire hose." Mila smiled. She grabbed Mila's arm, "Let's get you a drink honey." 

Mila stole several peeks down Beverly's tux coat on the way to the kitchen. She was wearing a lace half bra that pushed her boobs together spilling out the front. They were luscious. 

"We'll take two punches," she said as they arrived at the make shift bar in the kitchen. 

"Who's your friend?" the girl asked filling the glasses. 

"This is Mila," Beverly said with a grin. 

"Hi Mila. Cathy," she said handing her a glass of punch. 

Mila took the punch relieved to be introduced that way. Cathy showed no signs of knowing her secret. "Hi Cathy," Mila said taking a sip and immediately coughing half of it up. That punch was pure rocket fuel. 

Beverly took her arm and headed back to the big room, "Only the people in the drama club know about you and the girls. Loose lips sink ships." She glanced at Mila's lips, "You have such sexy lips..." Mila felt her heart skip a beat. "I don't remember seeing you in the drama club." 

"I'm not in the club...yet," Mila said, but she sure was thinking about joining. Lisa and now Beverly. Holy shit! And the things they must do over there... 

"I can see you are a natural, no problem playing roles." Beverly looked at her, squeezed her arm, "I know you would enjoy it." That look said it all. 

They headed into the big room where the music was playing. People started trickling in. A few made it to the dance floor. Beverly introduced Mila to several people as they milled around with their drinks. Mila was no longer worried about being discovered. She was sure after several conversations with people they didn't have a clue. 

She noticed Angelina and Lisa across the room. That relationship intrigued her and she wanted to know more. They did a good job of maintaining appearances. A casual observer would think they were just two girls, friends, hanging together at a party. 

"And this is John. John, say hello to Mila," Beverly said. She kept her eyes on John's face, particularly his eyes. 

"Hello Mila," he said doing the once over. He perked up with a slight grin. 

"Hi John..." Mila said with her shy, innocent look. Beverly was fascinated. John had to be the fourth or fifth guy she had introduced and not one of them had the slightest clue. 

John was talking about something, but Mila was not paying much attention. He wasn't bad looking, but she was holding out for something better. She wanted a real stud to earn her panties. Her eyes strayed back over to Angelina and Lisa. Angelina was not at all bashful flirting with boys that stopped by. It seemed to Mila that Lisa enjoyed watching her do so. And Lisa was no slouch. She could give as good as Angelina. 

"Well...maybe I'll bump into you later," John said bringing Mila's attention back to him. 

"OK sure... nice to meet you." She saw Marilyn and Tim out on the dance floor. Was Marilyn playing with his cock? From the look on his face she would guess yes. 

Suddenly Beverly's eyes lit up. She grabbed Mila's arm and steered her to a group of people. They were talking, sharing a laugh. Beverly squeezed herself and Mila between two people injecting their presence. 

Mila found herself standing in front of a boy with short dark hair, broad shoulders, big arms, carried himself with a certain swagger. Her eyes went down to his crotch, noticed a sizable lump. Definitely a boxer man from the way that lump hung to one side, went down his leg. Yes, this was the one. She was going to suck that cock. 

He was telling a story to the group, all eyes were on him. She knew his type, life of the party, always something to say, get any chick he wanted. He was mid sentence when he turned her way. She did that innocent thing with her tongue, running it gently across her ruby red lips making them glisten. 

He did the cutest little double take, missing his place in the story. She pretended not to notice. She ran her finger absently along her lapel, watched as his eyes trailed down to her breasts. He was so easy to manipulate. 

He finished the story and everyone laughed, but her. He noticed. She turned to walk away, but he reached out for her arm. 

"I don't believe we've met," he asked flashing his big white teeth.

"This is Mila. Mila, say hi to Bobby Johnson," Beverly said. 

So this was Bobby Johnson. Yeah, she definitely wanted that cock now. She gave him a seductive grin, laced with sexual overtones, "Hello...Bobby Johnson." 

This chick was hot. Check out those eyes, those lips. For the first time in his life he was tongue tied. "Hey...Mila," He stuttered. "Have I seen you at one of my games?" 

Mila smiled inwardly. One of his games? So...nobody else on that team Bob-o? Gees, this guy was full of himself. 

"Bobby is on the football team," Beverly said. 

"Hmm...great," she said completely uninterested. 

"Looks like you are a little low on that drink. Can I get you a fresh one?" he said buying time.

"Sure...why not," she said with a brief smile. Bobby took her cup and headed for the kitchen.

"You got a hook in him girl," Beverly said kept pleased.

Mila made sure Bobby was gone, "That's the one you were talking about, right?" 

"Yeah, that's him," Beverly said with a devilish grin. Mila wanted to kiss her so bad. 

"Well... I'm getting ready to rock that boy's world," she grinned. 

Beverly was elated, "Perfect!" 

Yeah there was some history there, but she didn't care about that. It was time to earn her panties. 

He came back with fresh drinks. "I was just talking to ..." Bobby said pointing across the crowd, but she interrupted him, "Do you dance?" 

He was caught off guard, "Excuse me?" He never danced, never. 

She reached up and fiddled with her earring as her eyes floated down to his crotch, lingered a moment on that lump, came back up, "Do...you...dance?"

"Absolutely," he said taking a huge gulp of punch. She grabbed his arm and led him to the dance floor. 

Lisa turned to Angelina. "That's Bobby Johnson," she said under her breath. Her eyes got big, "And Mila got him to dance..." Angelina smiled proudly. 

It was weird dancing in heels. It was something she should have practiced, but Bobby was worse, way worse. He looked like a complete idiot. 

She realized that several of her moves revealed her stocking tops and garter straps. So she focused on them. So did Bobby. 

A quick glance to that lump confirmed it was getting bigger. She was going to suck the hell out of that cock. 

Finally the music turned slow. She moved in before he could leave. She eased her hands around his neck, pulled his body against hers. His arms found their way around her waist, felt her corset. 

She could feel his erection pushed against her. She had no idea it would be so obvious, but there it was bigger than life. She thought about all the times she had pulled that little move. 

She moved her hips in, and around, focusing on that nice, hard bulge finding it very erotic. She liked feeling his hardness, liked teasing it, liked making it the focus of her movements. 

Beverly watched with glee. Bobby Johnson was dancing with a guy! She could see how horny he was from across the room. They had gone out; she had sucked that cock of his. He never called again...asshole. 

Mila looked up into Bobby's eyes, purred a sexy little groan as she pushed down on that fucking hard cock of his. Bobby thrust into her, moaned his satisfaction. 

"Mmm...baby," she purred, "so hard...so very hard. Can I touch it...hmm baby...please..." she panted easing one hand down between them. She grabbed the tip between her fingers, squeezed. "How does that feel baby...it's so big..." 

Angelina saw Mila's hand go down between them and smiled. It was so subtle. No one caught it except maybe Beverly. She was paying particularly close attention to them. 

Bobby looked at her and grunted. This chick was so freaking hot! He glanced around, no one knew. He looked down as she looked up. He pushed his lips against hers, felt her tongue slide into his mouth. He thrust into her hand. She rubbed it real hard knowing exactly how good that would feel. 

Beverly could barely contain her smile. They were practically fucking each other on the dance floor. A guy walked up, said something to her. "Not now," she said harshly. He walked away wondering what he had done. 

Mila couldn't wait to get this guy between her lips. She was going to bring him to his knees. She loved playing this guy's dream girl. She eased her fingers a little lower, grabbed the girth of his shaft, squeezed hard. He jerked and pulsed against her fingers. "Uoooh baby...I want your cock so bad..." she purred moving her hand lower cupping his balls. 

He stiffened. "Do that again," he hissed. 

"Do you like that baby..." she purred innocently. She got a better grip on his balls, rolled them a little before giving them a better squeeze. 

"Oh fuck..." he groaned as his eyes floated back. 

She had him now. She knew his weak spot. 

He bent down and kissed her, kissed her hard. He couldn't wait for the stupid song to end. This bitch was hot, wanted his cock bad!

She eased her other hand down, wrapped her fingers around his cock while massaging his balls with her other. She was pretty much jacking him off right there on the dance floor. His big arms going around her waste pretty much hid what she was doing.

But they weren't fooling Beverly. Or Lisa. Or Sally. Bobby Johnson was enjoying the hell out of kissing that guy playing with his cock! 

Marilyn spun Tim around so he could see. Yeah, she definitely had him. That Bobby Johnson was getting ready to get the blowjob of his life. 

Finally the song came to an end. He looked into her eyes, "Let's go somewhere." 

She squeezed his cock hard, "Yes." 

He grabbed her hand, led her off the dance floor. Beverly looked at Lisa, who looked at Sally. They shared a conspiratorial smile. 

Bobby checked the first bedroom, but someone is in there. He quickly closed the door and tried the next one. Bingo. He pushed Mila inside and closed the door behind them. 

Then in a move from dream girl 101, she dropped to her knees, ran her hands up his thighs. He was no longer hanging down his leg. No, no...now he was pointing straight up and throbbing. That bulge dominated the front of his pants.

"Ooooh baby...you are so big...so hard...I want to feel you between my lips...I want to taste you sooo bad," she panted reaching for his zipper. 

"Yes...yes..." he huffed watching her hand disappear inside his zipper. Her hand felt so good wrapping around his shaft. "Yeeessss...." 

"I want you so bad," she hissed struggling to get that bruiser through his zipper. Finally she got it free, immediately ran her tongue over the head several times. "Ooooh yeah..." she purred curling her tongue up his slit. "It's beautiful..." 

"Oh fuck!" he whimpered as his head rolled back on his shoulders. This bitch was good. 

She pushed down his shaft several times quickly driving his heart rate over the moon. She pulled off, stroked him hard, licked the head again, "I love your cock..." She looked up at him, pulled it to her lips, kissed it right on the tip. 

He looked down, "Holy shit!" 

She knew the way inside his head. She plunged right down is shaft, almost all the way to his root, waited a beat, then pulled back slowly. Down she went, nice and slow...wait, wait...then back up dragging her lips along his length. 

"Ooooh man," he hissed. 

She rubbed that cock across her lips twice slow and easy. He couldn't believe it. He oozed all across those ruby red lips. Most chicks would freak. Not this one! She loved it. 

She grabbed his belt, unbuckled it. He saw what she was trying to do, pushed her hands out of the way, ripped the button off his pants, opening his fly as much as possible. 

She looked him in the eye, grabbed his pants with both hands, yanked them down to his ankles. His cock stood straight out of his boxers, glistening with her saliva, jerking like crazy. She could see the stain he made earlier while they were dancing. 

Oh yeah...she definitely owned this guy, owned this cock. 

"You know what I want baby...you know I won't stop until I get it..." she grinned seductively yanking his boxers down to his ankles with his pants. She rubbed her face against his erection moaning in complete submission. 

"Ooooh yeah," he grinned. 

She eased her hand up his inner leg, teased his balls with her fingertips before taking them in her palm. "Mmmm...." she moaned squeezing them gently. She pulled back, admired them like precious jewels. 

She squeezed them just enough to make them tight out the other end of her hand. She moved in close, waited a beat, ran her tongue over the first one slowly. 

"Oh fuck!" he said going up on his tiptoes. She smiled. For just an instant, the image of her driving her cock into his ass popped into her head. She ran her tongue slowly over the other one. "Oh man, oh man, oh man...." he purred shifting from one foot to the other. 

She smiled again. She licked them again once, then twice, then a third. 

His eyes were closed, praying he wouldn't explode. Never had any chick done those things to him. Of all the chicks he had been with...this was the one! He was in love.

There was no question in her mind that she could suck dick whenever she wanted. Doing the girls, and Tim, that was easy. They knew...there was no challenge there. But this...this was totally different. She had completely seduced this boy, top to bottom. And now there was no question in her mind that she owned his cock. He would never forget this blowjob for as long as he lived. 

It was time for the grand finale. Seal the deal. Earn her panties. She was going to change his life...forever. 

"Do you like that baby..." she purred. He couldn't even talk. She moved up, twirled her tongue slowly around the head of his cock, flipped up his slit and pushed down his length. Down, down, down she went, slowly, her wet warm mouth capturing every inch of him. 

He felt her lips reach the bottom of his shaft. She was deep throating him! He shook his head from side to side in total disbelief. Fuck! Fuck! He felt her hand, working its way up the inside of his legs. What was she doing? She wasn't going to...

She pushed her finger right up his ass! 

He felt it down deep. It roared through his groan, strangled his balls and shot forcefully up his cock, more forcibly than ever before. 

"Aaaarrrrggghhhh!" he screamed as his body was convulsed in complete rapture. 

She wiggled that finger wildly, clamped her lips down hard on his cock, unwilling to let go. 





Halloween with Movie Stars Ch. 07



"OOOOOOH" he pumped, "Aaaaahhhh" he pumped again, "Yeeeesssss" he cried deliriously. His balls jerked and bounced, doing their absolute best to empty themselves. 

That first stream was strong, thick, warm. She held on, knew there would be more. The second was just as strong as the first, so was the third. 

She rode him eight, nine shots...all very healthy in their own right. His hands came down to the side of her head, tried to break her vice like grip she had on his cock. It was no use. 

Finally exhausted, his body succumbing to that incredible, most powerful flush of pure heaven, he lowered back on his feet, fell back against the wall, consumed by his reward.

She eased off his length having managed to hold the vast majority of his copious ejaculation. She would remember this blowjob for the rest of her life too. 

She rose to her feet, proud, victorious, cheeks bulging with sperm, tons and tons of sperm. He looked so innocent, so pacified. 

She took his head in her hands, tilted it to one side, rising to her tiptoes gaining the advantage. She lowered her lips to his waking him from his post orgasmic bliss. 

There he was floating amongst the clouds, free from everything, not a care in the world. 

He found himself jerked from that perfect place, brought back to reality, suddenly confronted by a passionate lover, insistent upon kissing him. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, followed by a flood of warm, thick fluid he instantly realized was sperm. What else could it be? 

His brain, with lightening speed, shifted gears. It was not unlike hearing that alarm clock early in the morning, suddenly finding yourself jerked from a dream only to discover you are late for an exam. 

His body came alive, but just a little too late. He had already swallowed a substantial amount of that warm, thick liquid that could only be cum...straight from his very own balls. 

He was surprised by the volume. Never in his wildest imagination did he think he came so much. 

As that thought worked through his mind, ever more cum was pouring into his mouth...from her mouth...in the most passionate kiss he could remember. Somewhere along the way...it didn't matter. 

He engaged in that kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth, playing, teasing...

And so it was...until he had swallowed every last drop...

She looked into his eyes. He was smitten...absolutely smitten. 

She gave him the devilish grin and walked out of the bedroom just like that. 

He stood there, his pants and underwear around his ankles, his cock dripping, his mouth dominated by the taste of sperm. 

Mila walked down the hallway proudly. Yeah, she rocked his world. There was no question in her mind she could get any cock she wanted. 

She walked into the big room. She glanced around, saw that Beverly, Lisa and Sally were waiting for her to appear. Little did she know that her lipstick was smeared across her face. She gave them a sly smile, raised her fingertip to her lips, pretended to mop up excess cum that didn't exist. 

Tim walked up, "How did it go?" 

She pulled him down, gave him a kiss. 

He smiled knowing that was Bobby Johnson's cum he tasted. "Let's go home and fuck." 

She looked him in the eye, "I thought you would never ask." She wrapped her arm within his and they headed out the door. 

Minutes later Bobby Johnson reappeared. He frantically searched the big room for her, but to no avail. He hadn't gotten her number. 

Beverly shared a smile with Lisa and Sally. She liked that Mila.