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Halloween With Shauna
by Ghostwheel (Address withheld)
***
Sex can be a casual thing, especially if your girl
friend likes it that way. (MF, couples, voy)
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I'm a graduate student at an Ivy League College, and
Shauna is a freshman at the same school. She's five
feet tall, with red hair, green eyes, and a body that
fits my specification for the perfect sex partner: 36-
24-34, and muscular in a very feminine way, especially
in the legs and ass. Her fiery passions (in bed and
otherwise) betray her Irish heritage. I stand 5'-10",
and weigh 145 pounds, and I'm in very good shape from a
regular exercise routine. My sports have conditioned me
more for stamina than for strength, which is a big help
for the way Shauna and I like our sex.
It was the weekend before Halloween, and naturally
various fraternities and sororities were holding their
Halloween parties. Our usual playmates, Mike and
Sindra, had gone to Mike's parents' house for the
weekend, so Shauna and I were on our own. I've never
been much of a fan of fraternity parties, but she had
been looking forward to this one for a while, so I
agreed. I really do have a hard time not giving into
her wishes. At first, I had resisted, but finally she
had explained why she was so hot to go to the Alpha
Delta Phi party.
"The girls in my dorm told me that every year, the
party turns into a costumed orgy," she said.
"Mmmm. Have any of them ever been to it themselves?" I
asked.
"Well, no, but there's always some truth behind a
rumor, right?" she countered.
"Usually there is," I had to agree. "But what if there
isn't?"
She gave me her patented angel-and-devil-in-one grin,
and said, "Well, we'll just have to make sure that
there is, won't we?"
Well, I don't believe in doing things halfway, so we
made sure we had the best costumes we could come up
with, and spent a couple of Saturdays working on them.
We chose a couple of comic book characters, Shadowcat
and Nightcrawler, Shauna's costume consisted of light
blue tights, a blue leotard, bomber-style jacket,
domino mask, and, much to my delight, a pair of calf-
high blue boots with 4 inch heels. Blue isn't really
her color, but she looked absolutely great.
My character, Nightcrawler, has a rather demonic
appearance, but he's really a good guy. I put on
midnight-blue face paint and hair dye, with a red
leotard, black tights, white gloves, and matching white
boots. I also wore a fake pair of pointed ears, and had
fake fangs that I could put in when I wanted to show
them off. The hardest part was the tail, which I
eventually ended up draping over my shoulder to keep it
from getting stepped on.
So, in these crazy outfits, we headed for A-D-Phi. I
was glad to see that they were turning away anyone who
wasn't in costume. It kept the crowding down, and made
sure we were all in the proper spirit. The band was
good, and we danced and snacked and met new people.
There weren't many there that either of us knew.
Neither of us usually drinks much, but as the night
wore on, we got pretty thirsty, and there were no non-
alcoholic beverages around, so we both managed to get
mildly buzzed. There was another couple we'd met, in
Tarzan and Jane costumes, who really looked the part.
Tarzan was big, muscular, and tanned, while Jane's tits
threatened to fall out of her leopard bikini top with
every motion. We traded dancing partners throughout the
night, until just after midnight, when we happened to
get caught with each other's dates when a slow dance
started.
"Do you think Shauna will mind?" Jane (that really
*was* her name) asked, as she pressed herself against
me. I looked over, and noticed that Shauna was already
doing the same with Tarzan (who was actually named
Kevin), and decided that she wouldn't mind. Throughout
the dance, Jane got more and more intimate, and my
reaction wasn't at all hidden by my leotard.
I began to wish I'd stuck with the Robocop costume,
until Jane reached down and stroked my cock, saying,
"I've always wanted to fuck a super-hero. Interested?"
Not quite sure of how to handle this, I looked over at
Kevin and Shauna. Due to the foot and a half difference
in their heights, he was now carrying her as they
danced, and from the way her legs had wrapped around
his waist, it looked like she was screwing him through
his loincloth already.
"I'll check with Shauna. You ask Kevin," I said, just
as the dance ended. We quickly went back to our dates.
Shauna seemed rather breathless, and was blushing as I
told her what Jane had said. I reminded her about her
hoping for an orgy, and she agreed, but said she had to
get some fresh air first.
As we turned around, though, we were surprised to see
Kevin pulling on his coat and storming out, with Jane
following him. Apparently, only three of our potential
foursome had been up to it. "What now?" I asked. "Back
to my place?"
"No, not yet," Shauna said. "I'm still looking for
adventure, and Tarzan's cock was so big, I was almost
coming just thinking about getting it inside me." Now,
a lot of guys might've taken this the wrong way, but we
have a very special relationship, and I know that
whatever gets her hot, I'm the one who it always pays
off for, so I really didn't mind.
"I've got an idea," she continued. "Let's do it right
here!"
"Here on the dance floor?"
"No, there's too much beer on the floor already. I
don't like screwing in beer. Let's find a room." I
didn't ask how she'd formed her opinions about screwing
in beer, but just followed her as she headed off to
find a good room. The imp in her had taken over that
night, and she insisted on using a room not too far
from the party, so we could hear the music, and so
there'd be just a chance of getting caught.
"What if someone walks in on us?" I asked, I wasn't
really worried. If we'd survived the locker-room orgy
where we first met, one uninvited guest wouldn't be a
problem.
"Let 'em find us, I'll fuck 'em all!" she said. By this
point, I was starting to worry, just a bit. You see, I
had no doubt that under the right conditions, she
*could* fuck the entire fraternity, their dates, and
the guys in the band, and still want more. And that
seemed to be what she was looking for this time.
We found an empty bedroom, a small single, about 5
doors up the hall, and let ourselves in. Like most of
the fraternity bedrooms I've seen, it had all the
amenities: Loft, laundry on the floor, Penthouse and
Sports Illustrated pictures on the wall, packs of
condoms on the dresser, etc. She picked up the condoms.
Look at this!" she said. "Unlubricated! This guy must
not think at all about what the girl wants!"
"Maybe he only fucks little flash-floods like you, and
he doesn't need any lubricated ones?" I suggested. I
grabbed for her ass, but she dodged me, and started
rummaging around some more. It seemed she was enjoying
this for more than just sexual reasons.
"No, wait, here we go! Large economy size, yet!" She
had found a squeeze tube of lubricant, and had started
smearing it on her fingers. "Not bad," she said.
"Better than KY, Hell of a lot better than Vaseline."
Again, I decided not to ask, although I was sure she
was dying to tell me the story. I decided a more direct
approach was in order, so I scooped her up and tried to
put her on the loft. "Not the loft!" she protested, "I
want to get fucked in the laundry."
By this time, I was sure she was either a lot crazier
or a lot drunker than I'd originally believed. But, as
always, I had to give in. The fact that she was now on
her knees, sucking on my dick through the fabric of my
costume might've influenced my decision. I pushed her
back over into the laundry, and started pulling off her
clothes, unfortunately, our costumes weren't built for
quickies, and I had to get her completely naked, except
for the mask. She squirmed around through the entire
process, not really resisting, but making it damned
difficult anyway.
As soon as I got her jacket and leotard off, I went
after her breasts, trying to suck on them, since I know
that's the quickest way to get her totally involved.
She wasn't going for it this time, though, and she
rolled over on her stomach, and brought her knees up
under her, so that her sweet little rear end was
sticking straight up in the air. She wiggled it at me,
in a way that has to be seen to be believed, and said,
"I've got better things than that for you, hero!"
I was getting as frustrated as I was horny, so I
grabbed her boots and started trying to pull them off,
while she kept on kicking and wriggling. I finally
succeeded in getting them off without getting kicked in
the face, and flipped her over again, going for the
waistband of her tights.
She wasn't done playing yet, though, and threw me
another curveball. I've mentioned how strong her legs
are (and how much I love to get them wrapped around
me!), and she put them to good use, planting both feet
in the middle of my chest and heaving me halfway across
the room. I landed flat on my back with the wind
knocked out of me, and before I could recover, she was
all over me.
"Nobody pulls off Shadowcat's tights and gets away with
it!" she laughed, "Now, super-villain scum, you'll
pay!"
I considered resisting, just to get even, but our
exertions had gotten me so hot, I just wanted her to
get my clothes off and do something to me! In under a
minute, she'd gotten me naked and had jammed my cock
into her mouth. She'd been practicing, trying to learn
how to deep-throat me, and it seemed her lessons from
Sindra were paying off. I was amazed as all seven
inches slid down her throat in one easy motion, and she
began pumping it in and out of her mouth. Every few
strokes, she'd stop pumping, and just lick the head for
a while.
"Baby, you're the greatest!" I said, when I'd caught my
breath.
"It's my new super-power," she said. "I'm thinking of
changing my name to Oral Sex Girl, or maybe Blowjob-
Cat."
"Stop talking, and put that thing back in your mouth,"
was the only response I could think of. She obliged,
and once again I felt myself being sucked all the way
in. She surprised me again by poking her tongue out
past my cock and tickling my balls with it at the same
time. If you've ever had that done to you, you know how
great it is. If you haven't, go out and get it done to
you!
"Well, Blowjob-Cat, I'm about ready to super-come in
your super-mouth, what do you think of that?"
"Oh, no, NightBaller, you can't do that!" she squealed.
She left me there, and crawled back over to the laundry
heap, and again stuck her ass up in the air and started
wiggling it at me. I followed her, wondering what she
had up her sleeve this time.
"Are you going to play nice now, or do I have to get
rough with you?" I asked, in my most menacing tone.
"Oooh, please, get rough with me! You know it turns me
on!"
Actually, I know it doesn't as a rule, but since she
was definitely not her usual self tonight, I grabbed
her tights, tugged them off, and applied a few not-
very-gentle swats to her behind. "Hey, I was kidding
about getting rough!" she said, "Here, play with my
tits instead." As she said this, she rolled over onto
her back, and started squeezing her nipples between her
fingers.
I eagerly licked my way up her body, from her hips to
her breasts, and started sucking on them, nice and hard
the way she likes, throwing in the occasional love-bite
just to keep her interest up. I could feel one hand on
the back of my head, and out of the corner of my eye I
could see the other starting to probe her dripping
pussy. I reached out a hand to help, and found her to
be as drenched as ever. I got three fingers inside her,
with a thumb on her clit, and had her bucking and
panting through about three orgasms, when she said,
"Quick, get the lubricant!"
I was amazed, "Lubricant?" I asked, never letting up
the motion. "I've got most of my hand sloshing around
inside your cunt, your ass is floating in a puddle of
pussy juice, and you want lubricant?"
"Get the damned lubricant, and I'll show you what I
want it for!" she gasped, as the fourth orgasm hit. So,
I got the damned lubricant, and she showed me what she
wanted it for. She squeezed some into the palm of her
hand, and started smearing it around on her breasts.
"The hell with it," she said, and just gave the tube a
couple of long squeezes, emptying most of it directly
onto her tits. "Now, stick that thing of yours up here
where it'll do us both some good," she commanded me.
I gladly complied, since I love a good tit-fuck, and
Shauna's the best I know. The lubricant had run all
over her chest, shoulders, and stomach as well, so I
was just sliding around trying to keep myself on top of
her, giving her a full-torso fuck. It was crazy, but it
was the best! To help me out, she grabbed hold of my
ass with both hands, and guided me back and forth.
She started shoving me far enough forward so that she
could pop the head of my cock in and out of her mouth
on each stroke. After about five minutes of this, I
knew I was close to losing it again, and I guess she
could tell, too. "Are you going to come now?" she
asked. I just nodded. "Then fuck me, quick! Nice and
hard and deep!"
I climbed off her, and she turned over. "Do it doggie-
style for me," she said. I would've done it kangaroo-
style if she'd asked, and I wasted no time in shoving
my cock into her. We instantly started slamming back
and forth into each other, so that I was going balls-
deep and then some with every stroke. I started to
come, and I grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up so
that we were both kneeling, her in front of me. I
reached around and grabbed a handful of tit in each
hand, burying my face in her shoulder.
She braced herself with one hand, and rubbed her clit
with the other, bringing herself to yet another orgasm.
I'd never seen her have more than four before, but this
was at least her fifth, and she showed no sign of
stopping. I kept pumping my load deep inside of her,
loving the feeling of her tight little ass pressed
against my thighs, and the feeling of her dancing to
the rhythm of her own orgasms.
When we'd finally finished, we collapsed into the pile
of clothes around us and squeezed and kissed each
other. We could still hear the music from the dance
floor, so the party was still going on. We were looking
for our clothes and discussing the possibility of doing
it again when we got home, when we heard the vocalist
for the band announce that they were going to take a
break and come back for their last set. We knew we were
in trouble then, because someone was bound to notice us
coming out of the bedroom.
We were frantically looking for her leotard when
disaster struck, and we heard two voices, male and
female, outside the room. He was trying to talk her
into coming in, she was resisting. Not taking any
chances, Shauna did the practical thing, and dove under
the laundry. I took a second to turn of the light, and
then joined her. "You want adventure? You got it!" I
whispered, just as the door opened and a small desk
lamp was switched on.
Apparently the guy had won, and we were stuck there
until they went away again, or caught us. We couldn't
see a thing, but we could hear it all. They quickly
undressed (throwing even more clothes onto us), kissed
for a moment, and then she climbed up the ladder to the
loft. He turned off the light and followed.
For about the next hour, we were treated to the sounds
of some rather boring and unimaginative sex from above
us, as we quietly kissed and fondled each other in the
dark of the laundry heap. We couldn't say anything, but
I was sure Shauna was loving every minute of it. I
could just imagine what was going through her mind when
the guy above us begged for blowjob, and the girl
refused on the grounds that it was "gross." After the
second time they'd done it, she excused herself to go
find a bathroom, and he started snoring the instant she
was out the door.
Shauna started extricating herself from the clothes on
the floor, and I thought we were making our escape,
until she whispered in my ear, "The poor guy had to go
to sleep without getting his cock sucked. This is a job
for me! I've just got to do this! He'll never know what
hit him!"
"What am *I* supposed to do?" I asked.
"Wait until what's-her-name comes back, and do what you
do best," she answered, and gave my hardening dick a
quick squeeze. She stepped over to the door, opened it,
closed it again, and started up the ladder. The guy in
the loft didn't even wake up, until I heard him give a
startled yelp, and I knew Shauna had started on him.
"I thought you didn't do that?" I heard him say.
"I couldn't resist," she whispered back. And she was
telling the truth, too, I knew. I heard them continue
going at it for a few more minutes, until I heard her
ask him to go down on her. From the ensuing scuffling,
I guessed he'd agreed. I couldn't help wondering why he
hadn't noticed yet that it wasn't the same girl. Maybe
he had, and just didn't care.
Meanwhile, I'd moved over to a position by the door,
waiting to grab the girl when she came back in. This
was Shauna's show, and I wasn't going to let anything
ruin it for her. I got lucky, and they had quieted down
for a moment when the door opened, and a girl almost my
height, wearing a bathrobe, came in. I quickly grabbed
her and kissed her on the mouth, untying the bathrobe
with one hand and easing the door shut with the other.
I found out later, Shauna had wrapped her legs around
the guy's head at that moment, to keep him from seeing
or hearing anything. The girl, who was drunk, stupid,
horny, or all of the above, didn't offer me any
resistance as I pulled off her robe and eased her down
onto the floor.
Back in the laundry pile, I thought. I can't wait to
get home and make love to my girlfriend in the good old
missionary position in a good old bed. In the meantime,
I'd gotten this girl I'd never even seen naked on the
floor of some stranger's room, while he ate my
girlfriend's pussy in a loft above us. Shauna lost it
then, and started moaning.
"What's that?" the genius under me asked, and she
actually believed me when I said it was just a couple
of friends. I took my mouth off her tits, which were
nice, but much smaller than Shauna's, and spun around
to start licking her pussy. It, conversely, was nice,
but much larger than Shauna's. I guessed she must've
done this sort of thing fairly often.
Then she surprised me, because in spite of what she'd
told the other guy, she slid my cock into her mouth and
started sucking it, and not like a first-timer, either.
Great, I thought, anything to keep her from talking. I
had other reasons not to complain, of course.
Meantime, Shauna and her playmate had apparently quit
fooling around, because I heard her offering to get on
top, and then the whole loft started to shake.
Headlines of 'Four Killed In Fraternity Sex Disaster'
flashed through my mind, so I started sucking my new
partner's clit with even more determination. She began
writhing around, but didn't miss a stroke in sucking me
off.
What happened next can only be described as a sexual
chain reaction. Shauna was apparently doing quite a job
on herself and her anonymous partner, because she
started in with her usual deep growls, then started
moaning out loud, the way she does when she's really
worked for an orgasm. He went off next, grunting and
panting.
From what Shauna told me later, he was very well
equipped, and when he started pounding into her for the
last time, she got a little scared that he might
actually hurt her. Fortunately, he didn't keep it up
for too long. Then my friend on the floor and I both
started going at the same time. She started thrusting
her hips, jamming her cunt against my lips and filling
my mouth with her sweet juices.
I sent a couple of spurts down her throat, and then she
pulled her head back and started jerking me off. I
couldn't tell for sure, but I guess she wanted to get
the load on her face. Kind of unusual for a girl who
had earlier said that blowjobs were gross, but I don't
try to explain women. After all, it was a woman who'd
gotten me into this in the first place.
A few minutes later, they guy in the loft and the girl
on the floor were both starting to fall asleep, and I
heard Shauna excuse herself to go look for the
bathroom. I did the same, and we quickly gathered up
our clothes, pulled on enough to be decent, and let
ourselves out. The party had ended about an hour
before, but a couple of guys were still cleaning up,
and they said goodnight to us as we left the building.
On the walk back to my apartment, Shauna and I
exchanged stories, and laughed about what we'd just
done. What *would* the couple in that room do when they
woke up the next morning, with him in the loft, her on
the floor, and completely different recollections of
the last time they'd done it? And how would they ever
explain the baby blue tights, one white glove, and pair
of fake fangs we hadn't managed to locate in the dark?
Shauna and I agreed that it'd been a good night, and
she suggested making love again once we got home. It
was a nice idea, but by the time we got there, she was
falling asleep, so I carried her to my room, undressed
her again, and tucked her in. After all, there was
still the next morning to look forward to.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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