Most people tend to associate Halloween with curses and tricks. Of course, there's candy and pumpkins and a bunch of other things, but curses and tricks are there in that lot somewhere. Well, I got to experience three tricks all right, but they were massively in my favor. Lesson learned: be nice to strangers. They might be a real witch or something.
My name is Mark Collins. I'm your typical 21-year-old I'd say. Nothing too spectacular. I'm in good shape, but not like a body builder and I have been told my cock is above average, but other than that I'm built pretty standard. Played lacrosse in high school and kept up with it in college until mom needed help around the place once dad died.
Dad was a great guy. It really kicked the crap out of mom, my sister Jamie, and I when he suddenly died. And on Halloween of all days. Stupid drunk driver ended up coming out of no where and hitting him at a stop light. That was a year ago, and coming up soon would be marking one year without him. I wanted to honor him for all he did to take care of me and my mom and sis. In order to do so, I tried to make anyone's day whenever I interacted with them, even if it was for a brief moment.
Well I guess karma must be a thing, because I managed to get a shit ton of it one after noon in the pharmacy. I was picking up some medication for mom when I overheard some dickheads being, well, dickheads.
"God what an anorexic slut," one laughed.
"I bet she'd suck a cock and the throw it up after," another poked.
Great. Dickheads and dumbasses, a wonderful combination. I was hoping whatever girl was being belittled would fight back a little but alas, the dumb-dick-head-asses (boy is that a mouthful) kept taking jabs at her. After a few particularly nasty ones, I figured I should get involved.
"Excuse me," I said as I approached what was thankfully just two guys. I was worried that if I let my anger get the best of me that I might end up fighting these jerk-wads, and two is a lot easier to handle than more; no duh. You get the picture.
But to paint this picture, the two guys actually seemed smaller than me; another bonus. One barely had his pants on and with a backwards hat while the other was wearing clothes that screamed "My daddy's lawyer solves all my problems." They were belittling this short brown haired some what nerdy looking girl. Don't get me wrong, love the nerd look. Secretly (or not as secretly as I believe) I'm a huge nerd as well. Athletes can be nerds too you know.
So I don't know why they were picking on this girl; probably just because she was small, quiet, and they were really feeling the fact that they had dicks smaller than this girl. Regardless I came over and said, "Hey, douche fucks. Can you show me the isle for penal growth? I personally don't need it, but I have a friend who could use the help, and clearly it's an aisle you two frequent, though it doesn't appear to be working much."
The girl chuckled. Yay, she wasn't pissed that I was trying to help.
"Who the fuck are you, asshole?" the one that couldn't keep his shorts on said.
"Your new step father," I retorted. "Sorry, I meant to introduce myself last night when I was fucking your mom. Now don't you kids have to be back before curfew?"
"Man are you looking for trouble?" the daddy's lawyer kid tried to say, acting all macho.
Calling his bluff I got right up in his face, thankfully just an inch taller, but enough to look down as I said, "I was lacrosse captain for three years in high school and these last three years in college. I eat pipsqueaks like you and your friend four at a time as a snack. I suggest you move along before I pound you into such an unrecognizable pulp that your daddy's lawyer won't be able to even identify the fuck tard that he's defending. You got me?"
There was a 15% chance this kid might have actually shit himself. I couldn't tell because my nose doesn't work, but his face told me it was possible.
"Fuck it man," the hat guy said. "Let's bounce."
"Whatever man," his friend said as they both left.
The two of them turned around and left the store. At which point I turned to the girl and said, "I'm sorry that those two represented the worst of the male kind. I promise we're not all that bad."
"It's appreciated," she said. Her tone sounded strong and confident which was surprising since she didn't fight back against those two. Perhaps she was waiting to see if someone would intervene? But why?
"So why were those two bothering you?" I asked.
"They just like picking on me. They call me anorexic because for a week I had a stomach bug and was puking in the stalls after every meal, and you know high school."
"I unfortunately do. How much longer do you have to suffer through it?"
"Not much longer. I'm 18, so graduation is just a little over half a year away. Then I can go off and join my wicken clan and become one with my wicken sisters."
I admit I was a little at a loss on how to respond. "Is it safe to assume you're kidding? I don't want to offend you if that's something you actually practice, to each their own."
"It was mostly a joke. It's another rumor that those ass hats have spread about me. I am fascinated by the practice of witchcraft and wickens and so I'm labeled as the weird witch/wicken girl."
"Well I think that's actually pretty cool. I love fantasy lore and all so I can understand your fascination with it all. And hey, if you could cast a spell to make my life suck less, I'd appreciate the extra magical support."
Suddenly she got a weird look on her face. It was very hard to read, and once again I was at a loss for words. Then I realized I didn't even know this girl's name.
"I'm sorry, I'm also a jerk. What's your name?"
"Margaret," she said, holding out her hand. "You can call me Maggie if you want."
I took her hand and shook it. Suddenly I felt a weird sensation come over me and I heard my father's voice speak in my head, saying, "I will help you, my son. I'm here with you."
Before I fully processed what happened, Maggie said, "So your name is Mark Collins?"
I looked at her strangely. Was this girl actually a wicken? Was this actual magic, or did I have a name tag somewhere and was just being an idiot?
"Your father is very proud of you. He's been watching over you and is happy you're honoring his memory the way you are. He wants to pass on a blessing from beyond and give you three wishes essentially. Or rather, I guess you could count them as three treats in the spirit of Halloween."
I got a little tense.
"Sorry. He just told me he passed on Halloween. But nonetheless, the offer is there for you."
Unsure why I wasn't running, but I wasn't. Even more, I was still holding her hand. Why? How was any of this even possible?
"I guess it's a little obvious now that I actually do practice some of those magics. I'm able to talk to the dead, especially when it gets closer to Halloween, and channel their spirit through me and whoever their loved one is. Additionally, I can kind of influence your fortune a little. As I said, you have three treats that you can use. I know it's a hard day, but it'd be easiest to use them on Halloween day. That gives you some time to process all of this, though."
Finally able to find words I said, "Yeah, I'm definitely going to need some time to process this. How can any of this be real? This has to be a dream, right?"
"What would help convince you?"
For a moment I thought about it. What would be something that only my dad would know, something that would have just stayed between the two of us. Then it came to me. My dad had revealed during one father-son bounding moment that though he was a really nice guy that he could be very dominating and even a little degrading in the bedroom. He said that mom really liked the switch, being able to experience both sides of him. My dad had a special spot he liked to release his seed in order to really degrade our mother, a spot I admit I had a fascination with myself.
"What's his favorite unloading spot?" I asked. I figured that the question would be plenty vague that she wouldn't be able to get a lucky guess in. Especially since the spot might not be that common of an unloading spot for cum.
"He absolutely loves dominating a girl by cumming on her hair," Maggie said. Well then. This magic was for real. Funnily enough I actually had a hair kink as well. I loved the idea of a girl's hair on my cock and cumming in it, and I had had a couple chats with dad to know that he had somewhat of a similar kink. I took a few more moments to register what exactly was happening. My father was trying to bless me through the grave and using this wicken/witch girl Maggie to do it. What a weird fucking Halloween, but fuck it, I'd roll with it.
"So what do these treats entail exactly?" I asked.
"Pick three goals that you want to achieve and you will find your instinct will be an excellent guide in doing so."
"Does it matter what they are?"
"Nope," Maggie confirmed. "Literally anything. Love. Money. Sex. A game. Whatever you want, but like I said, it will be easiest on the day of Halloween."
"When do I have to decide on these goals?"
"Whenever. Just like I said, they work best on Halloween."
"Will I be judged for what I choose my goals to be?"
"Only by yourself."
"Will you be able to know what I choose?"
"And watch you as you go through succeeding in acquiring it. Your dad's spirit will be too."
"And neither of you are gonna judge me? I call horse shit."
"For having human desires?" she asked. "Even the best of people have selfish desires that when they get the chance to satisfy they will. There's nothing wrong with that. In fact, I'd be a little worried if you didn't. So do whatever you want. Your dad just wants you to be happy, and I am just here to help, especially since you helped me."
"I just told two punk off. I didn't really do much."
"You were right, Carter. He is humble." She said my dad's name. I hadn't mentioned it at all. This was definitely for real. I guess now it was just time to think of how I'd use it.
Honestly, my first thought was sex. I mean why not? I have a mostly stable life. The biggest complaints I had at the time were missing my dad which I doubt I could undo even with this power, and the fact that I hadn't gotten laid for a while. Why not use it for a little action? Hell, there was even a Halloween party being hosted in the neighborhood. There were a couple cute girls on my street. Might as well try to score with them after they've had a drink or two.
"Well thank you Maggie. Would you mind if I grabbed your number in case I have any questions?"
"Sure." She plugged her number into my phone and then we split ways finishing our tasks at the pharmacy and heading home.
When I got home, mom was making dinner. "Hey mom!" I greeted as I put the stuff down on the counter. I went over to her and gave her a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "What's for supper?"
"Spaghetti," she answered. "I'm being lazy tonight. I still have a lot to do to work on my costume for the party this Wednesday."
"Oh? So you finally decided on something?"
"I did! Me and Jenny Hastings are both going as Cat Woman, but with a twist."
Thinking about Jenny Hastings in a Cat Woman outfit got me aroused. Perhaps she could be one of my treats? I had masturbated to her ever since I figured out how to work my cock. She was my best mate's mother and so I got to see her quite a lot. She had a very athletic body, nice and thin and fit with decent sized breasts and shoulder length blonde hair. She had lovely green eyes, just like my mother who was a knock out herself. To quickly describe my mother, she's got a good figure that she keeps in shape, a nice big ass, and long wavy red hair. Seeing either of them in a Cat Woman outfit would be a treat in its own right.
"A twist?" I asked. "What's the twist."
My mother smiled deviously and said, "You'll have to wait and see like everyone else. Don't want to spoil the fun!"
"Lame. Well now you don't get to know my costume!" To be honest, I hadn't decided on a costume yet so I couldn't have told her anyway. It was more of a last minute decision.
"I didn't think you were dressing up this year," she said. Previously in our discussions I had mentioned that I didn't feel in the mood to participate in Halloween this year. My mom was okay with that so long as I promised I wouldn't go out and get drunk. I had agreed, of course and just planned to spend the night in. However, knowing about the party and now my three treats, I was changing my mind. Besides, I knew my dad was with me in a way, so it'd be like celebrating one more Halloween with him.
Mom too hadn't wanted to do anything, but Jenny had convinced her that it'd be good for her to get out and be social and interact and not label the day as specifically just the day that dad died. I agreed with Jenny, knowing my mom doesn't do well with just sitting around and doing nothing. Going out and trying to have fun would be a good way to prevent her from spiraling down. As for my sister, well what else would an 18-year-old want to do than party? She wasn't particularly happy about dad dying either, but she seemed to be hiding her pain the best of all of us by constantly going to parties. What better way to distract her from what day it was than by going to another party.
Speaking of my sister, she walked in the door at that moment. "What's up!" she said as she came in and gave me and my mom a hug. "Back from getting my costume for the party!"
"Oh? What'd you get, Katie?" my mom asked.
"I'm going as Black Widow!" Katie said excitedly. I could definitely see her doing that. She had the short red hair for it. She'd catch all the looks from the guys tonight. Hopefully she wouldn't let too many of them in her pants. "Julie is going as a nerdy school girl."
"How is that different from any other day?" I jested. Katie gave me a playful slap.
"Am I to assume there will be alcohol at the party you're going to?" our mom asked. Katie was intending to attend a different party than the neighborhood. It was being hosted by one of her high school peers who had an older sibling my age. Coincidentally I had a crush on said older sibling. Her name was Kim and she was a straight up knock out. She had long pin straight chocolate brown hair, gorgeous golden brown eyes, perfectly tanned skin, and a body that you desperately wanted to undress and see what it could do.
"Of course, mom," Kat said. "But don't worry. I remember the deal. No matter how drunk or not drunk I am, if I have any alcohol at all I will call loser over here to come pick me up."
"Love you too, sis," I said with a smile. She giggled and gave me a kiss on the cheek as she then began bounding away. "I'll be back out in a bit for dinner. Oh, and Mark, Kim will be at the party. Wink, wink."
"Shut up brat," I said, blushing.
"Love you too, bro." She then left to go to her room for whatever she was doing. Mom then turned to me and said,
"I know you're only really going to the neighborhood party to keep an eye on me. I promise I'll be okay. Jenny is making sure that I get plenty drunk. But you're more than welcome to skip out and go to the party your sister is going to. Maybe try to get lucky with that Kim girl."
"Thanks mom, but I doubt she'd go for me."
"Oh why not? You were popular enough. You're totally handsome, and you've got the best heart. If I was your age I'd jump all over a guy like you."
"You have to say that. You're my mother."
"Oh? Well what do you think about me? Honest opinion. No holding back." She then stood, posing with her hands on her hips waiting for my judgement.
It was a little awkward, but I figured what the hell, I'd play her game. "I think you're damn sexy, mom. You've got a great body that looks like you know how to use it in the sack, you're very caring, and you've definitely got the sexiest hair around."
My mom actually blushed at the comment of her hair. "Really? You think I have the best hair?"
"Absolutely."
A strange look came across my mother's face as she pondered something for a moment. Then she snapped out of it and looked at me and said, "Well thank you. I believe you. And if I can believe you're saying that sincerely even though you're my son, then you can accept that you are just a hunk and any girl is stupid for not seeing it."
"Well another reason why you see it and others might not is because you're around me enough to see it. I might look good, but not many people get to see the contents of my heart."
"Well don't let that stop you. You should go for it with Kim. You never know what might happen unless you try."
"Fair enough. Thanks mom. I love you."
She smiled and said, "I love you too, son."
Within a few minutes Katie came back out and dinner was served. The spaghetti was perfect as always and I went back for seconds. After dinner I retreated back to my room to consider costumes for the party. I only had a few days before it was to happen.
Eventually I decided to go with a classic: Batman. I figured that if I was actually going to try to sleep with Mrs. Hastings, I should be a character that would sleep with hers to help boost the odds in my favor. I didn't know how hard I had to work with this whole treat spell thing on my side, but I wanted as many pointers in my corner as I could manage.
To help keep my costume a secret, I didn't get it until the day before the party. Dumb move as I barely managed to find a store that had a good batman costume left. Luckily I found one and hoped that the search for one hadn't counted as one of my goals. Just in case I texted Maggie and she responded saying I still had all three treats in my bag. Good.
Mom left for the party before I did. Unfortunately she left without me being able to see the "twist" to her costume, but that was fine. That meant she hadn't seen mine either. After a while I got dressed and made my way down the street. I had decided to wait because I wanted Mrs. Hastings to have a chance to get a few drinks in her before I made my move.
When I got there, I found it to be a little different than I expected. There was club music going and there were several adults that were drunk and dancing. There actually weren't too many people my age there. That's fine. My intent was to fuck Mrs. Hastings and then make my way to the party at Kim's house and see if I could get Kim and maybe one other girl there. Hell, maybe I could get with Julie, my sister's friend.
Figuring it wouldn't hurt to get a little liquid courage, I managed to get a couple shots just wandering around. Probably not the best idea actually as I hadn't eaten anything other than the spaghetti earlier, so the intoxication hit me a little more than expected. It was already hard to see because of the lighting in the place, but now my vision was just a little off too from the alcohol.
Nonetheless, I managed to find my target: mom and Mrs. Hastings were chatting together in a corner with each other. At least I was hoping it was them. They were both in a Cat Woman costume and I recognized their two hair styles. I couldn't tell what the twist to the costumes was, but whatever. I didn't need to know to get my cock wet.
Before I went over I started focusing. I was looking at Mrs. Hastings in her outfit, her sexy short blonde hair, thinking of drilling my cock in her and how much I wanted it.A voice in my head that I couldn't quite place asked, "Are you sure?"
"100%," I replied in my mind.
"Alright then. Go forth, and you shall succeed."
Boosting with confidence, I made my way over just as Mrs. Hastings left somewhere for a moment. I assumed she'd be back as there was no way she'd leave my mom's side for long. Hoping mom wouldn't recognize me, I went over to her and tried talking to her over the music.
"Hey there," I half shouted. "I really like your friend there. What do you think my chances are."
Mom looked me up and down and it was clear that she wasn't able to recognize me in my costume, nor my voice over all the noise.
"I'd say you have a damn good shot there, hunk." Wow. So my mom hadn't been lying earlier. She really did think that I was a good-looking guy, or at least had a good-looking body. Course, there might be some alcoholic vision enhancements going on, but still, the idea was there. "Would you like me to help you fuck her. I think she's drunk enough and horny enough that she'd jump anyone's bones that offered at the moment. Lucky for you, most people here are taken, so you don't have to worry about any competition. Except for maybe me. What do you say, want to have us both?"
Though the idea of being sexual with my mother actually was a turn on, I decided it'd be smarter to turn her down in case they found out it was me later by unmasking me or something. "I'll have to pass, but I'll let you know if I change my mind." Not sure why I added that last part, but mom responded,
"Please do, tiger."
At that moment Mrs. Hastings came back and saw me talking to mom, though of course she didn't know it was me.
"Who's this strapping young fellow?" she asked looking me up and down like she could eat me up. Damn, mom wasn't kidding. Mrs. Hastings was really horny. "Tell me, Mr. Bat, would you mind showing me what you've got hidden in your bat cave?"
Man was she being forward. "Absolutely. Do you know a secluded place we could go to get to know each other better?"
"I know the perfect place." She then grabbed my hand and started leading me through the crowd. Mom followed as I was led upstairs and into the master bedroom. "The owners of the house offered me this room to use in case I got lucky. Guess that was a good call."
"Well you two have fun," my mom said as she stood at the door. "I'll just be out here. Not like I have much else to do. If you change your mind, hunk, just knock on the door three times and I'll come in and jump your bones too."
"Will do," I said as mom closed the door. I then turned to Mrs. Hastings as I said, "So how do you want to st- oh god!"
Thank god my costume was easily able to be taken off. Mrs. Hastings had already dropped to her knees, taken down my pants, fished out my cock, and plopped it in her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her blonde head as I enjoyed her oral skills.
"Oh wow! You really know how to suck a cock! You're such a little slut!"
"Mmmmm. Thank you!" she said, momentarily taking me out of her mouth. "I'm happy that I still have some skills. It's been so long since I've been with anyone, glad to know I didn't forget anything."
That was a shame. It sounded like Mr. Hastings hadn't been providing much lately for her. I suppose I kind of needed something like that in order to be able to fuck her, but I was still sorry that her husband wasn't doing the job for her.
As she continued her magic on my cock, I said, "Well you definitely haven't forgotten anything! This is the best blowjob I've ever received my little whore. I'm going to use you as my little fuck toy tonight. Do you have any objections?"
She moaned a no into my cock. I grabbed her hair roughly as I said, "That's a good little bitch!" She moaned her appreciation as she began trying to deep throat me. Mrs. Hastings grabbed my ass and attempted to pull me further into her mouth.
"God that feels so good! I'm going to cum on your stupid face, and then I'm going to fuck your stupid twat until I'm done with you. Then maybe afterwards I'll go get your friend and do the same to her."
She popped me out for a moment to say, "Oh you should! She would love being treated so nastily by you sir! Just like I am!"
"Did I say you could talk, slut? Take me back into your mouth." I grabbed her head and rammed my cock back into her mouth, face fucking her now. She just kneeled there, taking it like a good little bitch. I loved being able to use her like my little fuck toy! This was so fucking hot!
"God I can't believe this!" I said as I let go and let her take back control in sucking me off. "You have no idea how long I've fantasized doing this with you Jenny." I used her first name instead of saying her last because I knew I was one of few on the street that referred to her by her last name. If I had said it, it would have outed me straight away. A smart move, as I was in for the shock of a life time.
As she pulled me out of her mouth, she said, "I'm sorry honey, but I'm not Mrs. Hastings. I'm Helen Collins, her neighbor." And with that she took off what was apparently a blonde wig to reveal her actual sexy long red hair. Holy fuck I had been getting my cock sucked by mom?! Was the twist the fact that they were wearing wigs that mimicked each other's hair styles? Talk about a fucking twist!! Holy shit!
"I hope I'm still one of your masturbation fantasies," she said, clearly unaware she had been sucking her own son's cock. "I assume you're one of Mark's friends? If you want we could get her in here and have her go down on you like I was and then you could fuck both of us. We're both in need of a good abusive pounding if you're happy to sate two horny ladies."
I wasn't sure what to say. Luckily mom knew what to do as she said, "Here, let me take the initiative for this. It's clear I wasn't who you were expecting and that's okay. I just hope you still give me a nice hard pounding too." She went over to the door and knocked three times. In then walked Mrs. Hastings in her red wig.
"Aww. You took off your wig," she complained.
"It was getting too hot in here to keep it on anyway. Besides, you know I love my hair being defiled," mom said.
"That I do," Mrs. Hastings said as she took off her wig to reveal her sexy short blonde hair. "So does this mean this strapping young man wants to get freaky with both of us?"
"I think he does. Want to try his cock? I just had a mouthful and its wonderful! A beautifully sized cock."
"Maybe I should watch you trying to swallow it again," Mrs. Hastings said as she knelt on the ground with my mother in front of my cock.
"Oh you will, but right now, you should suck it bitch!" my mom said as she grabbed her friend's head and shoved it onto my shaft. Then she herself went to work on my balls as her friend swallowed my cock like it was her last meal. I couldn't believe the insanity of this situation, nor how fucking hot it was! Fuck it, they couldn't learn who I was now, because I was about to take full advantage of the situation.
I grabbed my mom's REAL hair and pulled her up as I held onto Mrs. Hasting's REAL hair and face fucked her. I looked into my mom's eyes and then figured why not as I pulled her in for a kiss. She kissed me with a hunger, a hunger that begged me to use and abuse her. She was my play thing, and I could hardly believe it. Quickly her tongue found mine and together our tongues danced in each other's mouths. It was like I knew exactly where to go to get her excited, because she was constantly moaning as I worked my magic in her mouth.
Realizing I was about to release my magic inside someone else's mouth, I decided I actually wanted to release myself in my own mother's mouth. Quickly as I got ready to explode, I grabbed firmly to my mother's mane and forced her to her knees. She complied with a little surprised "oh!" and then I pulled out of Mrs. Hasting's mouth and plopped right into mom's just as I began releasing myself. I held her firm to my cock as she swallowed every bit that I fed her. This was so surreal!
When I was finished, Mrs. Hastings said, "Damn girl! Did you save any for me?"
My mom gave a devilish smile and wrapped her hand around the back of her friend's head and pulled her into a kiss. They then began swapping what remained in my mother's mouth of my cum back and forth. They seemed to kiss with some familiarity. It was very possible that they had been physical with each other before, but to what lengths was a mystery as Mrs. Hastings did seem a little shocked by the aggressive kiss, but molded into it very quickly.
They finished swapping my cum and then looked at me, awaiting instructions. Figuring I'd indulge myself as much as possible, I was going to fuck them both at the same time.
"Hands and knees on the bed, my sluts," I said. Both smiled and quickly took their places. I then undressed them from the waist down, their cunts ready for the taking for me to just use. I flipped a mental coin as to who I should take first. Figuring I should start with the one I technically came here for, I lined myself up with Mrs. Hastings wet cunt. Surprisingly I got a complaint from my mother.
"So you deposit your cum in my mouth and then fuck her first," she said.
Taking full advantage of the fact that she didn't know who I was and wouldn't allow me to say this normally, I responded, "Shut up whore. You'll get my cock when I say you do. I'm going to fuck your stupid cunt when I'm ready. Understand?"
My mother seemed shocked and massively turned on by my command. "Yes sir," she moaned.
I slapped Mrs. Hasting's ass so she could know I was talking to her as I said, "Now keep her warmed up while I fuck you, understand slut?"
"Oh god yes sir!" Mrs. Hastings said as she reached her hand over and began playing with my mother's clit. I then pushed my cock inside the naughty blonde and felt her pussy welcome me instantly. One of my greatest fantasies finally come true. Course I never imagined this moment with my mother in the room as well. Even more so I never imagined that I'd be taking my mother next, but here I was, fucking my friend's mother with the expectation of fucking mine right after.
Actually, why wait?
After a minute or so inside Mrs. Hastings, I pulled out and lined myself up with my mother. I wanted to have some fun first, though. "Beg for my cock bitch. Convince me to fuck you."
"Oh god sir please fuck me," she moaned. "Use me. I'm just your fuck toy. Fuck me wherever you want, however you want, as much as you want."
"What are you?"
"Your slut, sir. I'm your cum hungry slut! I need you inside me, please! Please fuck me! I need your cock so badly!"
"That's a good fuck toy," I said as finally I pushed myself inside my mother. Oh god was she tight! Probably from not getting anything for a while. Whatever the reason, she felt incredible to be inside! Even better was how much she was loving my cock.
"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me! Oh you feel so big and good inside me! Please don't stop! Fuck me! Use me! I'm just a stupid fucking fuck toy! Pound me you hunk! God dammit you feel so good! I never want your cock out of my cunt!"
Unfortunately for her, I figured it was time to switch back. I pulled out of mom, causing her to give a groan of disappointment. To Mrs. Hasting's, however, was rather happy and stepped up her game.
"Oh fuck yeah baby!" she screamed. "Welcome back to this sluts pussy! Fuck me! Use me just like her! We're here just to please you. Switch back and forth like we're just fuck holes for you. We're your fuck toys and cum deposits!"
"Oh hell yes use us! Just go back and forth stud," my mother agreed.
Glad that they had caught on, I started going back and forth, giving one several pumps of my shaft before pulling out and switching to the other. As I took them I would further abuse them by grabbing their hair and pulling their heads back, or shoving their faces right into the bed and keeping them down. I gave their asses a good several spanks as well, reminding them of what naughty girls they were being.
While inside my mother, I felt myself ready to cum and decided it was time to announce it. The second I did, Mrs. Hastings quickly spoke up and said, "Cum in me! And then watch Helen eat it out of me!"
"Oh you dirty whore!" my mother said with a smile, apparently eager to do so.
"Gladly," I said as I pulled out and pushed inside the kinky blonde. After just a few more pumps and a few encouraging words I started releasing myself inside Mrs. Hastings' pussy.
"Oh yeah!" she screamed. "Cum inside me! Use your cum deposit!" Pulse after pulse of my seed shot inside my great fantasy. I grabbed onto her short soft blonde hair and pulled her head back as I pushed myself as deep inside her as I could. I wanted my mom to have to work for my cum.
As soon as I pulled out, my mother came over and pushed Mrs. Hastings onto her back immediately diving into her pussy. She definitely was cum hungry as she had said. While the sexy scarlet minx ate out the blonde slut, I decided I'd get a snack too. I lifted had my mom orient herself in a way so that as she ate out her friend, I was able to eat her out.
She was very appreciative as I began dancing my tongue around her sex. I could tell that my moves were distracting her a little as her moans were much louder than her friend's. Happy that I was doing well, I continued as I devoured her. I was honestly surprised that I enjoyed the taste as much as I did. I definitely enjoyed going down on girls and typically enjoyed their taste, but my mother's was absolutely delicious. Figuring I probably wouldn't get to taste it again I decided to savor it.
My tongue started moving slower around, teasing her hot little clit. My decrease in speed got a frustrated groan, but I knew she loved it as much as she hated it. She wanted more, but I wasn't going to give it to her quite yet. Occasionally I flicked my tongue over her entrance, as well as teased it with my fingers. Eventually the teasing was too much for my mother and she begged me to just fuck her again.
"Please just put it in me again! I need it. I need to cum from your glorious cock! Please master!"
Upgraded to master. Good.
"Gladly my little sex slave," I said as I got up and pushed back inside her. This time I could just focus on fucking my mother. I pushed my hand onto her head, pushing her into her friend as she continued eating her out.
"That's right," Mrs. Hastings encouraged. "Fuck her with that horse cock of yours. Fuck her nice and good! Then use her as a cum deposit!"
My mom stopped licking for a moment to say, "Just please don't cum in my pussy, master. I haven't been on birth control for a while. I'm sorry I don't have all my holes ready for you. I understand if I need to be punished..."
I knew the perfect spot for my cum. "Don't worry, slut. You will be punished. I'm going to cum in your sexy red hair and make you wear it the rest of the night. Is that understood? I want you to wear it all the way until you go home. And if you fail to do so, I will know."
"Yes master..." mom moaned.
"Good, because I'm going to be cumming soon."
"God this is why I love younger men!" Mrs. Hastings said. "So much endurance and a quick reload. Fire away baby! Fire right here!" she said, patting the back of my mother's head.
Ready to release, I pulled out and crawled up on the bed over my mother so I could get it right into her scarlet mane. I took some of her tresses and wrapped them around my cock and Mrs. Hastings helped stroke my cock as I then began to ruin my mother's hair with my cum. I couldn't believe I was actually living out another fantasy of mine!
I loved the idea of cumming in a girl's hair and using them as literally just a cum rag. The degrading nature of it was just such a turn on, and I loved that I was getting to do it with my own mother! Even better I think she was getting off on it too as she started moaning really loud as if she might be cumming.
As I finished soaking her hair, I got off the bed and started redressing. I still had two more treats to use and I had only so many hours left in the night. I still had to make it to Kim's brother's party.
"Aw, where are you going?" Mrs. Hastings complained. "You don't want to play more?"
"Unfortunately ladies I have somewhere else I must be."
"Another cunt to fuck?" my mom asked. "What's wrong with ours? You have two right here that you can use and abuse all you want."
"Oh I intend to do so. I know where both of you live, so just look for my message so that we can meet again. But for now I must be on my way. Make sure you make Jenny cum, Helen. She's the only one that hasn't yet."
"Oh no, I did earlier while you were switching back and forth between us and again as Helen was eating me out," Mrs. Hastings corrected. "But I won't say no to another!"
"Just make sure you return the favor!" my mom said as she dove back in.
"Gladly!" My mother resumed eating our her friend and I finished getting dressed and left the party.
As I got outside, I figured I'd actually give Maggie a call and see what the deal was. I also wanted to check in on how my father felt as I know he knew I had just fucked mom. I wasn't quite sure how he'd take that, so I was hoping that Maggie could give me some insight.
I dialed her number and within just one right she answered.
"So how was that?" she asked. Like she had said, she and my dad would both know what I had done, though she had promised me she would bear no judgement.
"Absolutely amazing!" I said, "though I wanted to check on a couple things. One, I want to make sure how many more treats I still have, as well as my dad's thoughts on what just happened."
"Well as for your treats, you still have two left. In regards to your dad, he's actually thankful. He understands the desires of wanting an incestuous relationship as he fantasized about his own mother and sisters, but never did anything. He's happy you got to enjoy your fantasy and hopes you get to repeat it again as he likes that you're taking care of a need of your mother that she doesn't seem to want to indulge herself in since he passed. So you have his approval."
"Okay. Good. Can you tell him thanks?"
"He can hear you. At least for tonight or any time that you are going after your goals, you will have a connection with him where he can hear and see you, and if you're lucky, you might hear him."
I thought back to when I had heard a voice in my head asking me if I was sure I wanted to sleep with who I had thought was Mrs. Hastings but was actually my mother. Had that been dad? It had been so long since I had heard his voice, had I already forgotten it after a year. For a moment I felt sad, but it was suddenly washed away by a presence that made me feel like I wasn't alone. I assumed it was him and that I didn't need to feel sad because one way or another he'd always be with me.
"So last question before I move onto my next treat," I said. "Did he know it was mom before I made my move on her? Did you?"
"Yes, we did," Maggie confirmed. "Your dad was hoping you'd still go for it and was happy that you did."
"Alright then. Well thank you for all of this."
"No, thank you for being a good person."
"I feel like this negates that."
"I disagree. You always do your best to take care of everyone around you, be them family, friend, or stranger. You deserve to be taken care yourself a little too. Indulge in your selfish desires. I mean hey, after hundreds or even thousands of selfless acts, don't you think you're okay to commit three selfish ones?"
"I suppose. Still makes me a little guilty," I said.
"Because you're still a good person," she replied. "Of course you'll feel guilty a little, but hopefully the pleasure outweighs that. Now go get your next treat."
"Okay. Thank you again.""You're welcome."
We hung up and then I made my way over to the party my sister was at. When I got there it was your classic high school party. Nothing actually too crazy, but there was alcohol, so to them it was a total rager. Walking in I could tell most people were already drunk as they were dancing, several people making out, and the likes.
Easily I found my sister and snuck up on her saying, "Well hey there pretty lady. Wanna show a hero a good time."
She turned to me and play slapped my chest. "Shut up you weirdo. It's about time you showed up anyway. I was wondering if you were actually going to get here to be able to take me home or if I'd have to spend the night."
So she could recognize me. Clearly she was not under the influence of alcohol. Either that or she was just very observant still.
"Well I'm here. I actually am hoping to get some action. Any ladies looking particularly loose?" I asked.
"Do you mean Kim? She actually does seem a little upset last time I saw her."
"There's your in," a voice said in my head. It actually sounded like a combination of Dad's and Maggie's.
"Last time I saw her she went up to her room," Katie said. "You could try your luck. And after, would you mind actually showing my friend Julie a little attention? She's been trying to get some guy to be all over her and the loser can't take a hint. I'm sure she'll be still trying for hours so you can go have your fun and I'll console her until then."
"Anything for you sis," I said. I then made my way upstairs looking for Kim. It wasn't too hard. I actually found her because I could hear crying. Figuring I shouldn't just barge in, I knocked on the door.
"Yes?" I heard sniffled from the other side.
"Hey, Kim?" I said. "It's Mark, from high school. I came here to check in on my sister and heard that you seemed to not be having the best of nights. Mind if I come in?"
There was a little hesitation before I got the okay. I entered, seeing her in a hot red dress and little devil horns on her head. She looked seriously hot! Course, before I did anything I wanted to check up on her. In fact, based on how she felt, it might be better for me not to do anything to take advantage of her. I'm all for having my treats, but this would feel like I was taking advantage of her, and I couldn't do that.
I came over to her and sat on the edge of her bed with her. "So what's wrong little lady?" I asked.
She kept her hands together and stared through the floor. After a little bit, she asked, "Mark, what do you think of me?"
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
"I mean, what kind of a person do you think I am? After all, I doubt I'd have known your name if you hadn't said it. I definitely can't recognize you."
"Oh, well that's because I'm wearing a disguise," I jested as I took off my mask. "Aha, my secret identity! A high school nerd that was kind of okay at lacrosse though no one knows his name."
She laughed. "At least you're cute."
"Well thank you. You look quite good yourself little devil."
Her face went sad.
"Fuck. I said the wrong thing. I take it someone thinks your costume is a little too spot on?"
"You could say that," she said, her eyes tearing up a little bit.
"Hey," I said, wiping away her tears with my thumb. "No need for that. Listen, I know I have my own stereotype against jocks and preps in high school, but I also know that you're a human being that has feelings and many good qualities though I wish you didn't. It'd be easier to hate you all to pretend that you popular girls were full of evil under all your gorgeous exterior. Unfortunately, I know that what's underneath is the same as me: a person that just wants to succeed and be happy in life and you just happen to also look better than the rest of us."
She turned and faced me and said, "Why are you trying to be nice to me? I know my friends bullied you and made up rumors about you. I recognize you now. I remember how I laughed at some of the awful things and even added to them. You should demonize me like everyone else does."
"That's not how I work. I know people aren't who they are in high school. God if I was the same little shit I was in high school I'd hate myself."
"How could you have been a little shit? You were only ever looking out for people. You always were kind to those even when they weren't kind to you."
"And how would you know? Were you watching me as often as I watched you from my stalker perch in your yard?"
She tensed up a bit. "So you did hear the rumors."
"Some of them," I admitted. "But so what? It didn't matter what you and your friends said. My friends knew the truth, and that's all I need."
Kim bowed her head again. "I wish I had friends like that. Mine either tell me I'm soulless or just want to fuck me, and then when I turn them down they say I'm a soulless devil."
Taking a little risk, I put my hand on her face and turned her toward me. "Just because someone can't take the time to see that you are more than just a pretty face doesn't mean that that's all you are. These eyes at least will see you for the person you see yourself as."
Her eyes were looking directly into mine as she said, "I hope such gorgeous eyes can see the same gorgeousness in me."
"They do," I assured. I really wanted to kiss her, but I couldn't bring myself to put it on her lips. So instead I pulled her toward me and placed one on her forehead. It was something my parents would do to me when they were being supportive, showing that they would always protect me.
"What was that?" she asked.
"I wanted to- I figu- It's complicated." Yay awkwardness. I looked away at the floor because I was nervous to look at her face to read her expression.
"Well you fucked it up."
I felt bad. I had screwed up what might have been a blossoming friendship. Sure, I had wanted to get into her pants a while ago, but now I just wanted to help someone who had a hurting heart. My kiss had crossed a line, though, and now she probably just thought me a creep. It was probably best if I just left, but I hesitated for a moment. Thank god I hesitated.
"Next time, kiss me the right way."
I looked at her in shock. After I processed what she said, I said, "But then I'm just like every guy that wants to fuck you."
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Of course I do. Look at you. You're stunning, but though I know I'm an attractive guy, I don't think I'm your type."
"You're right. You're not my typical type. But my typical type made me cry tonight and you made me feel like an actual normal person which I haven't felt for a while with a guy. So if you're not repulsed by me, would you please fuck me?"
"I- I don't know." Now every single one of you are probably thinking that I'm a dumbass and that I should just go for it. Easy to say from the sidelines, but you're right. I had a 100% genuine offer to be with the girl I had been hoping to be with. Don't worry, the guy fucks the girl. Otherwise, what's the point of telling this story?
She actually seemed a little hurt by my statement of saying I didn't know. I figured I should elaborate a little. "Here, I'll make you a deal. If you promise that you won't see me as every other guy that just fantasizes of getting in your pants and that I'm not manipulating you into having sex with me, then I will treat you like the beauty I see you as."
She smiled, pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. "Mark, you are nothing like any other guy. I don't think you have it in you to manipulate me."
"You'd be surprised," I said.
"Yeah?" She leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Then surprise me."
I had received the green light like a thousand times by now, but finally I was going to act on it. No more hesitating or waiting. I wouldn't hold out anymore. The stalling of when- oh alright.
I slid my hand up into her hair and grabbed it firmly. With a smile that was more confident than I really felt but I went with, I said, "Surprise you I will." I then had us roll over so I was on top. Looking into those sexy brown eyes I could tell she really wanted my cock.
"I believe I fucked up before," I said. "Let me try again." I leaned down and brought my lips close to hers, but stopped just barely over hers. I smiled and slid my lips to her cheek and kissed my way down to her neck. Her hands clawed at my back, pulling me closer. She moaned as my gentle kisses made their way to her chest where I pulled down her costume just enough to kiss near her breasts.
"My god Mark, why are you teasing me? Please give me what I want!"
"Oh, you want it bad, do you?" I asked. "And what is it that you want?"
"I want your cock in me. I want you to fucking take me and use my body. Claim me and fuck me senseless!"
Remember how I said I didn't want to take advantage? It's funny how I can feel that way, but once I know I can go for what I want, man can I be a little deviant. "But its no fun if I just give it to you. I have to make you work for it; wait for it. Good things come to those who wait."
She let out a frustrated but lustful groan. "God you're gonna kill me."
"It 'tis Halloween."
She playfully hit me and I smiled. I continued to kiss her and tease her as I began undoing her costume, leaving her in just a bra and underwear. I continued my kisses down to her stomach where I was moving closer to her sex. Suddenly she grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up.
"Wait, let me do something first."
She had me stand up and before I could even process what she was doing, she was on her knees, my pants were off, and my hard on was in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I had wanted to take care of her first, but she had other intentions. "Kim, please, let me take care of you first."
She pulled off long enough to say, "No" before devouring me again. I should have taken the chance when I had it while she spoke because I didn't realize how difficult detaching her from my cock would be. I gripped her hair roughly and tried to pull her off. She instead just grabbed my ass to keep herself on my cock and continued bobbing. I tried pulling harder, worried I might end up hurting her, but she just moaned as she continued swallowing my shaft.
Holy shit this girl was dedicated! I couldn't tear her off my cock, and it was super hot! My ultimate fantasy girl was super glued to my cock like it was her last meal and she wanted to get it all. Fuck it, I was going to take full advantage of this. And clearly she loved me pulling on her hair, which I enjoyed as well. Sure, being sweet and gentle was good and romantic, but sometimes you just need to be rough and wild.
Grasping her hair with both hands I pulled her deeper onto my cock. "You want my cock, baby, then here you go! Swallow it! Take it down your throat you fucking minx!" I didn't want to call her any names quite yet since I knew she had just been upset by basically being labeled as a soulless slut. However, there was a chance that in this new context I might be able to get away with it. One look into her eyes that she was loving this told me she was.
"You like being my little cock sucking slut?" She gave an approving moan. Names were a go. "Good answer. Well keep sucking and you'll be swallowing my cum in no time!" I actually began thrusting into her mouth and fucking her face as I held onto her mane. "Take it bitch! You like me fucking your face as a just a no good fuck hole?"
She gave a really loud moan and tried to pull me even more into her mouth with every thrust by using my ass. Unable to hold back much more, I could feel myself getting ready to explode.
"Get ready my cum hungry slut. I'm about to release myself straight down your throat!" Oh how right I was. This girl made one big bob just as I was about to cum and completely sunk my cock into her mouth. I was buried to the hilt, which was impressive. I wasn't massive, but I'd had plenty of blow jobs and NO girl had been able to do that. My seed erupted from my cock and literally went straight down her throat. She barely needed to swallow.
I just kept feeding it to her and she just kept swallowing. I knew she had to be needing air, but she held herself on me all the way until I was done. Finally, only once the last drop had spurted from my shaft did she let go and let herself breathe. She gasped for air and in between breaths asked, "How was that?"
I laughed as I said, "How the fuck do you think it was? Don't take this the wrong way, but no wonder every guy wants to fuck you. Holy shit!"
She smiled and said, "I actually ask because I've never done that. The deep throat part that is. It was something I was practicing on cucumbers and stuff and was saving for someone special."
I was stunned. "You think I'm special?"
"God I hope so," she said.
Nearly tackling her, I leaped onto her and pressed my lips to hers. No missing this time. I didn't care about whether or not I could taste myself (which I couldn't; she really had taken it all just straight down her throat). All I knew was that I had to kiss this girl and give her the best fuck of her life.
Our hands tore off any remaining clothes on the two of us. After that, they just roamed each other's bodies. Both our eyes were closed, but we could see each other perfectly. We caressed, groped, pulled at each other like we couldn't get enough of each other. Tongues danced together like they were life long partners that knew every step to the song our moans were making.
I had intended to go down on her before entering her, but with all our passionate kissing and groping, my cock very quickly found its way inside her. I don't even remember who guided it in. Maybe our bodies just knew; there was just a moment when I realized I was inside this insane beauty.
Eventually I would fuck her brains out, but for right now I wanted to make love to her. I just took in the feeling of being inside her, feeling her all around me. And never were we still. Sometimes she was on top; sometimes me. It was never clear when it would chance or how because we were just so lost in each other that it was just a giant magical moment. Yeah, cliché as fuck but have you ever experienced that? You know what I mean if you have.
Grateful that she had gotten me off, I was able to go for a while even after she had had her first orgasm. Around the time of her second orgasm is when mine began to approach as well. Fearing I'd be breaking the spell if I spoke, but knowing the importance of not doing so, I warned her of my impending eruption inside her.
"Go ahead. I want to feel you inside me baby."
Hoping that meant that she was on birth control, I went ahead and just let loose. I felt her experience her own orgasm as well and we both just held each other as we reached our climaxes together. As we came down from them we just laid there, me still inside her. We had ended up where she was on top of me for the ending, which was good because that meant I didn't have to worry about crushing her as I laid there. We just took a moment to bask in the beautiful moment.
As we caught our breath, I asked, "So feeling better now?"
She giggled and gave my cheek a kiss. "So much." She let out a pleased sigh and then said, "Ready for round two?"
I laughed and said, "Just a minute. If you don't mind, I'm a little curious. I know this doesn't have to mean anything, but I would like to know what we are."
She buried her head in the crook of my neck and said, "I don't know. I know what I think I want, but I think we might have also just gotten caught up in the moment. So how about we take a couple days to think about it. And if you want to go get laid by other girls that's fine. I'm sure you had plans to sleep with someone tonight, so if you still want to do that, don't let me hold you back. And after we've had time to think, maybe we could talk about us?"
"Funny you should say that, I was actually hoping on the 1% chance that you'd sleep with me," I admitted.
She gave my chest a kiss and said, "Well I'm glad that worked out for you. Nonetheless, you can sleep with anyone else until we decide what we are and I won't hold it against you. Just don't hold it against me either, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.
"Good. Now lets get this guy back up," she said as she moved down and again took me into her mouth. Dear fuck this girl was insatiable. Once she got me hard she moved back up and mounted me. Immediately she began working her magic on me with her sweet cunt. Boy did she know how to move! The way she rode me would have made me cum within seconds if I hadn't already cum a few times earlier in the night. Not to mention the way she was talking had my blood pumping!
"God you feel so good, Mark!" she moaned. "Your cock is exactly what I needed tonight. I can't wait until you just take me and use me as you stupid cum hungry slut. Those other guys don't know how to treat a girl, but you have the perfect cock and perfect touch! You're the guy every girl dreams about fucking them.
"Do I feel good on your cock baby? Do I make you want to cum again in my sweet pussy? Or maybe in my whore mouth again? Perhaps you want to paint my face with your cum? Anywhere you want, baby. You can cum anywhere you want."
"Anywhere?" I asked, not really believing her, but hoping.
She smiled deviously and said, "Anywhere." Then she leaned down as she still moved on my cock, but slowly and whispered, "You can cum on my face, in my ass, on my ass, on my tits, on my hair-"
I gave a moan, which she correctly guessed meant that's where I wanted to cum.
"You wanna cum in my hair baby?" she asked. I moaned my approval and she continued, "I just washed it for tonight too. You want to fuck it all up with your cum? You want to dirty my freshly washed hair with your cum? I want you to do it. I want you to fuck me like an animal and then cum in my cum rag hair."
Needing no more encouragement, I grabbed her and rolled us over so that I was on top again. Then I had her turn around so I could take her from behind.
"Oh fuck yes! That's it Mark! Fuck me like a no good fuck slut! Fuck me and cum in your whore's hair!"
I grabbed a good handful of her mane and started pounding into her dripping sex. I gave her ass a slap, inspiring a pleasured moan. My cock moved in and out of her so easily, her sex welcoming mine. Before had been making love; this time was a good rough fucking. I drove my cock deeper and deeper with every thrust. All the while she kept begging for more, telling me how good I felt.
"Fuck yes! Fuck fuck fuck yes! Mark you're incredible! This can't be the last time I feel your cock. God I can't get enough of it just from tonight. Regardless of what we become I have to have your cock again because you feel so good! You fuck like a god damn horse! I need this cock! I want this cock! Oh god fuck me!! I'm cumming again!"
I continued fucking her through her orgasm. Unfortunately this time our orgasms weren't in sync, but I could still tell that she had a powerful climax as she screamed at the top of her lungs in pure bliss. "OH GOD YES MARK I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!"
Once her orgasm had passed, I slowed my thrusts just a little bit so she could catch her breath. She recovered quickly though and encouraged me to fuck her more so I could coat her hair with my seed. "Take me Mark! Time to cum in your sluts hair! Cover me with your cum! Use my hair as a no good cum rag! Please! Cum for me Mark! Cum in my fucking hair!"
How could I say no to such a politely phrased request? Right as I was about to cum I pulled out and aimed my cock at the back of her head and let myself erupt all over it. I watched as each pulse of my cock sent a steak of white cum onto her gorgeous chocolate mane. I wish I could have given more than I did, but nonetheless I gave several good ropes onto the back of her head into those silky locks.I collapsed next to her as she looked at me with a smile. She gave me a kiss on the lips and then instantly fell asleep. I felt like sleeping too, but I had made a promise to my sister. Guess devouring her pussy would also have to wait for next time, though I longed to know what she tasted like. I would have snuck a taste, but I wanted her to be able to enjoy it the first time I tasted her.
I found some paper and a pen in the room and wrote my number and a note for Kim to read when she woke. Then I redressed into my batman costume and headed back downstairs.
The fact that this house had a bunch of high schoolers had completely escaped my mind as I was having mind blowing sex. I don't know how they hadn't heard us. Then again, as I rejoined the party, I could understand as the music was actually a little loud. I was then surprised that the cops hadn't been called yet. Either way, time to find my sister.
It wasn't hard to find her. She was the only Black Widow, and she was watching her "nerdy school girl" friend dance all over a guy that clearly wasn't interested. "Hey sis," I said as I approached her. "Has Julie had any luck?"
"Hey Mark," Katie said. "No. Come to save the day, hero?"
"I am. What would you like me to do?"
"Mostly just go over and dance with her. Maybe make out with her a bit. If she gets handsy then that's on her, but just make her feel like she's desirable."
"Will do!" I then made my way through the make shift dance floor. I tapped Julie on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me cutie, but I can't help but notice that this loser isn't appreciating you like he should. Mind if I show him how it's done?"
She gave a glare to the guy she was dancing on who just rolled his eyes as she said, "Please."
I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me which elicited a squeal from her. We started moving back and forth to the music. Julie actually was quite a knock out. I don't know what this guy's problem was. She had piercing green eyes, sexy and playful chin length brown hair, wonderful breasts that weren't too big, and a great ass that she was now rubbing all over me.
I spun her around and she gave a giggle. Then I held her body to me, her back facing me as I slid my hands up and down the side of her body. Then this girl really got me going by sliding down against my body, and when her head was near my cock she gave it a shake. God if only there weren't clothes in the way! Julie moved her way back up and turned back towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck as we continued to grind with each other.
It was kind of ironic; Julie kept stealing glances over at the guy she had wanted to notice her and he couldn't be bothered to notice. However, as she slowly stopped caring and focused more on me, the guy started paying more attention to her. Sorry bud, you were an ass by not realizing what you had just because she was making it easy. Your loss; my gain.
I did my best to communicate to Maggie and my dad that I wanted Julie to be my next treat. I didn't know exactly how far I wanted it to go, just that in some way, I wanted to give this girl the night of her life.
A surge of confidence overcame me that felt almost magical. Then leaning in to Julie's ear, I said, "Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere a little more private?"
"Hell yes, stud," she said. She turned to the guy who actually looked a little pissed and gave him the finger. Before she dragged me away, I took a good look at the guy. Holy shit! It was one of the twats from earlier in the store! Oh god that made this treat so much sweeter! I gave a cock smile to him that I know he wouldn't understand because he wouldn't recognize me with my mask, but I got a kick out of.
As we passed by Katie, Julie grabbed her hand too and dragged the two of us off to the upstairs master bedroom. I hoped Kim's parents wouldn't mind that we were about to defile their room a little; or a lot.
Once we were inside and the door was locked, Julie dropped to her knees and started undoing my belt.
"Woah," I said to the eager drunk girl. She was having a little trouble undoing it and I didn't really know whether or not to help her with my sister right there.
"Woah Julie," my sister echoed. "Slow down girl. Don't you think I should leave and give you some privacy?"
"No, I want you to help me!" she said. "I know you must have talked this stud into helping me, so why don't we thank him together?" Clearly she was drunk and had no idea it was me or I doubt she'd be asking my sister to please me sexually.
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Katie argued.
"Kat just shut up and come suck this cock with me," Julie demanded. She finally had managed to get my belt undone and pull my pants part way down, though she was still struggling.
Honestly, I figured getting my mother to fuck me was a fluke and only happened because she didn't know it was me. However, Katie definitely knew this would be her brother she was getting naughty with so I figured the likelihood of her doing anything was slim to none, leaning more to none. This night was full of surprises, though, and I was about to have another.
Apparently she figured there was no sense in fighting her friend on the matter, knowing Julie would never relent. Katie came over and said, "Alright. Here let me help." She then helped take my pants all the way down. Then she guided me to the bed and had me sit on it as she and Julie kneeled in between my legs.
"Want to go first?" she asked, hoping to potentially stall whatever was about to happen.
"Nope! You should have the honors," Julie persisted.
Katie gave me a look I couldn't quite read and then said, "You better fucking enjoy this." And then I was in her mouth. Holy shit my sister was sucking my cock! She was knowingly and willingly sucking my cock! Instinctively my hand went to her red tresses and grabbed them. She gave me a look that I interpreted as "good boy". I couldn't believe this was actually happening.
I also figured that she would stop after a short time, but she got me going quite a bit. After several minutes she popped me out and offered me to her friend who eagerly took me into her mouth. I placed my hand in Julie's silky locks then as Katie started removing her costume. Oh my god, how far was she going to go? I couldn't wait to find out!
Once Katie was in just her underwear, she started undressing Julie. Once Julie was as little dressed as Katie was, Julie said, "Thanks babe!" and then pulled her friend in for a hot make out session. I watched them feel each other up as they kissed for several moments. Eventually my sister broke it and said,
"Hey, we have someone we're supposed to be thanking don't we? I think he's ready for you."
Julie eyed me like she was going to devour me. "Hell yeah. Ready for me to ride you, tiger?"
"Fuck yeah!" I said.
Julie removed her underwear and then climbed on top of me, impaling herself on my cock. She then began bouncing up and down on my rock hard shaft. I took this opportunity to really play with her hair as I had fantasized about doing many times when I had seen her over with Katie. I ran both my hands through her hair and pulled on it, making her moan with pleasure.
"Oh god yes baby! Pull my hair! Do you like it?"
"Yeah I do!" Figuring I'd actually take a chance, I said, "I'd love to see it coated with my cum."
"Oh yeah? Want to see my friend's hair covered in your cum?"
I looked over at Katie who bore an anticipated expression. Figuring I'd take my chances, I said, "Hell yeah." My sister's eyes widened because she knew I was telling the truth, not just trying to turn Julie on or hid the fact that I was her brother.
"Then let us help you with that," she said, hopping off my cock from her brief fuck session. She got back in between my knees and started licking my cock up and down. "Come help me, Katie," she said to her friend, my sister.
With less hesitation than I would have expected, Katie came over back between my knees and the two of them worked over my cock with their mouths. I placed a hand in each of their silky hair as they traded off having me in their mouths, sucking my balls, or just sliding their tongues along the side of my shaft. Here and there they'd share a momentary kiss, but would quickly return to my cock. When I was close, I let them know. Julie quickly whispered into Katie's ear.
The two of them then turned around and Julie said, "Come into our hair, stud!" as they both shook their hair over my cock. That sent me over the edge and I started shooting my cum at both of their shaking heads. I got several spurts in both of their tresses and was very happy with my paint job on their brunette and scarlet manes.
I guess Julie had whispered more than just about shaking their hair on me because once I was done immediately Katie laid down on the bed as Julie got between her legs and began to lick at my sister's cunt. I should have known what to do, but I just watched amazed until my sister said, "Well what are you waiting for? Fuck this slut!"
Without further hesitation I lined myself up with Julie's wet cunt and slid back in. I began thrusting myself deep inside her, loving the scene of her hair shaking as she ate out my sister. It was so hot! Both of them had my cum in their hair and I was fucking one of them as that same one ate out the other. This whole night certainly was magical.
My sister eyed me with hunger as her horny friend ate her out who was moaning and screaming from my cock pounding into her. I wondered if my sister wished it was her getting fucked by me. That might have to be something I explored later, but for now, I just focused on the hot little number that was eagerly taking my cock. Katie played with her friend's hair, and began to encourage me fucking her friend.
"That's right. Fuck this stupid whore. Show her what a real man looks like, feels like. Give her your cock until she cums like a good little slut. Then you can cum in her hair again. Do you like that? Do you like how we're both wearing your cum in our hair? I guess we're just your little sluts, aren't we? The both of us." There was emphasis on the word "both." It got me excited! But not as excited as Julie apparently who began squealing as her climax took her over. She stopped eating out Katie for a moment to just enjoy the sensation of her climax.
"Oh fuck yeah!" she said, her turn to be vocal. "God your cock feels so good! I can't believe it's making me cum so hard! Fuck yes! Oh thank you my mystery stud!"
Her orgasm finished washing over her, and suddenly she collapsed and was out like a light.
"Well that was fun," my sister said.
"I can't believe that just happened," I said as I pulled out.
"Well it's still happening. You haven't cum from fucking her, right? I can suck you off. I just don't want to swallow, so you can put it in my hair again, okay?"
"Holy shit, really? But what about the fact that she was just on me."
"You just watched her eat me out. Do you really think I'm going to have a problem tasting her? Not like I haven't before."
And with that wonderful picture in my head, my sister took me into her mouth again. My hands played with and gently pulled on her hair as she sucked me into her mouth. I had cum so many times tonight, so I was nearing my cap, but nonetheless my sister sucked me off, working her magic. I couldn't believe that she was actually trying to get me to cum and letting me do so in her hair again! Thinking about it got me pulling on her hair harder and even pushing my cock a little into her mouth, partially fucking her mouth as she sucked me. Katie began moaning and even trying to take me deeper.
Slowly she got more and more aggressive in sucking me off until she was really into it, bobbing her scarlet head quickly hungry for my cum. In fact, she was hungrier for it than I realized as when I warned her I was ready to cum again, she pulled off for a moment to say, "Fuck it! Cum in my mouth, brother!"
The fact that she had just begged me as her brother to cum into her mouth had me spurting a giant load that she didn't waste any time in gulping down. I held onto her silky red head as she drank me up, pulse after pulse of my seed being swallowed by my loving sister. When I was finished she plopped me out with a little pop and looked at me with a hunger like she wanted me to take her.
Surprisingly, though, she said, "Go ahead and get out of here. I'm just gonna spend the night, but I'm afraid if I spend any more time with your glorious cock, I'm going to want you to fuck my brains out too and I don't think I'm quite ready to cross that line."
"Fair enough," I said. "I'm at least going to cross this one," I said as I leaned down and cupped her face in my hand. I brought my lips to hers in a not-so-brotherly kiss. We held it for a moment and then parted. I put back on the rest of my costume for the third time tonight as I then headed out the room.
I made my way to my car and once I was outside dialed up Maggie's number.
"So how's your night?" she asked rhetorically when she picked up.
"Amazing. Thank you so much, both you and dad."
"Well he definitely thought you deserved it, and I'd agree after much of what I've seen from you lately. Now come to the address I just texted you."
My phone then went of and showed an address.
"Come to it as soon as you can," she said and then hung up. I assumed that it was her place and started making my way. I assumed correctly as I pulled up and even before I knocked, she opened the door.
"Hey you," she said. She was dressed in a witch's costume, which I found totally ironically humorous.
"So this is your normal look," I jested. She play hit me as I laughed. "So what now that I've used all three treats?"
"Actually," she said, "You still have one treat left. Your time with Kim didn't count because you never asked. So that was all you."
I took a moment to process that. When I did, all I could think was: holy fuck. How did that actually just happen on its own? That meant that there actually was some potential with Kim, it wasn't just all magic inspired talk like I had assumed. Damn did that make me feel good about myself!
"So how do you feel about showing one more girl a good time tonight?" Maggie asked.
"Who did you have in mind?" I asked rhetorically.
"Think you have enough in you?"
"Honestly, I don't know. I feel rather drained," I admitted.
She boldly reached out her hand and grasped my cock. There was some weird words that she spoke and then suddenly I felt like I was fully reloaded and could shoot off several more times.
"And how about now?" she asked with a deviant little smile.
I returned it and said, "How can I serve you, madam?"
"By fucking me over and over until the sun comes up. You up for it?"
"Apparently."
And with emphasis on the second word: Happy fucking Halloween.