My Halloween Virgin plus [FM]

Note: Even though many will consider the following encounter my hottest and great fantasy material, I almost wish I didn’t do it. But for the sake of honesty of my adventures, I’m going to still tell it to the best of my memory. I hope some of you perverts still get off to it. (I kinda did). This takes place a couple of weeks after my last story.

Names changed blah blah. Photos and past stories in my history.

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A lot of details tend to escape my stories. One being I absolutely avoided cherry popping students who went to my same university. It was smaller private school. Because of this, your group of friends typically had some connection to every student. I wanted to avoid drama and any stage five clingers having easy access.

Well. I fucked up. Twice. In one night.

We still had five Greek organizations on campus. Three sororities and two fraternities. Now being a small school, they weren’t really the obnoxious types you’d see stereotypes of. One fraternity and sorority were the sporty types, but they were still cool people. One sorority was a traditionally Black female one. The last sorority was strongly academic. And the last fraternity was basically a bunch of nerds who wanted to have a nerd clubhouse. Guess which one I frequented….

I was friends with basically the entire nerd frat at this point. Most of my guy friends from Freshman year ended up rushing and joining. Because of this, I was around every year when the new members came in. By the time I was a senior, everyone knew me by name. Some of the guys referred to me as a “Foxy”, but I never considered myself one. I was just always there and helped out as a friend.

And no, I wasn’t passed around the frat. I had dated one member my Sophomore year, but we agreed to split since he was more religious than me. After that, I refused to taint my friendship with the guys and dated outside of the school.

Well Halloween was rolling around and nerd frat was the organization that threw the big party every year. Being a group of artists, actors, and general creative types, they always did a great job. This was basically when the pledges had to show off their dedication by doing mostly everything. I mean they had help, but they were expected to do most of the work.

I was extra excited this year since it would be my last party as a senior as well as the theme: Vampire: The Masquerade (VTM). Oh boy. Well that was the inspiration they were going to use. Officially they were going more towards Blade or Stake Land. But nerd frat also housed a bunch of “big ole dorky gays” (using their words, not mine). They typically helped the pledges with decorating and they made it known they would try to give it a sexy feel. Definitely a step up from the Deliverance and redneck cannibal theme from the previous year.

Typically I stuck with realistic costumes. Lumber jack with a huge fake beard. Confusing to many since I still had large breasts that were obvious through my flannel. Zombie deer hunter in full camo to match the previous year’s theme. Stuff like that. But this year, I couldn’t resist a sexy VTM costume.

Now, I hate going too much into physical details. I think people like to fill in the blanks themselves even in non fiction. When I read stories about someone essentially describing a copy paste super model I roll my eyes. I’m not that. Short skirt. Zip up boots. Tight top. Thigh high stockings. And a red, demonic-like eye mask I got off of Etsy. Typical slutty costume, but I wasn’t showing off any skin. Even had a leather jacket that covered my arms. I’m actually kinda modest. Funny, right?

My friend (and roommate) Amy got ready with me. The final touch before we headed out was one most people liked to do before going to a college party.

Back to back shots.

I don’t remember how many. Just enough be feeling pretty good once we got to the Frat House. I had a cheap flask in my bra filled with cranberry and vodka. Eh, mostly vodka. I was pretty sure the brothers would let me drink their booze, but I didn’t want to assume. (It was BYOB)

Amy and I got in without a hassle since it was Jose checking IDs for students and those who could drink. He slapped some bands on our arms and let us through without more than a quick hug and “have fun”.

Loud shitty club music and lights in that cramped basement. I’m pretty sure that they were breaking some kind of fire code with the amount of decorations and party goers, but no one cared. It was nice. I remember being proud of the sexy gothic look they managed to get going.

You could tell the brothers since they all wore similar vampire costumes. Plastic fangs. Capes. Etc. But the pledges were made to wear something hilarious. The brothers had all of them wear white robes made out of sheets with rope tied around their necks. They were thralls. It was great. It’s how you knew who to ask for stuff or make do something.

My first stop, being a decent friend, was to pop into the kitchen and ask if they needed any help. I was also low key trying to see what booze I could mooch. A junior, Kyle, got me to help him dump some ice into a tub so he and a pledge could take it out. After that, he tossed me a Natty Lite. I remember this because I tickled myself at my own joke. Sue me.

“Natty? Dude. I have Goose and Cranberry between my tits right now. If you think I’m drinking your piss water, even if free, then you’re god damn right.”

Popped that beer open and chugged it. I wanted to have fun and fun does not discriminate between booze. (Except Taka)

Amy had already hit the dance floor with some of our other girl friends. I wasn’t much of a dancer so I chatted with people I knew as I came across them or recognized them in their costumes. I had to flip open my mask for most since they were too drunk to recognize me.

At this point I had managed to “try” the drinks of a few friends and the brothers. I was feeling good. I also can’t hold my water for anything. So I headed upstairs to the rooms to use Jose’s bathroom. When I came out, I saw his door was cracked. Being drunk and nosy, I knocked and stepped in. Jose and two of the pledges were hanging out the side window smoking out of a bowl. Oh boy. Here we go.

I got invited in and we chatted and smoked for about 15 minutes. I had played WoW with Jose on and off and he always invited me over for board games. It seems he was trying to convince the pledges to attend. I knew them both roughly. I had been a bit busier in my senior year, so I hadn’t gotten to know them as well as I normally did. One was a bit pimply, Foster. The other was just an average guy, Anthony.

We left when someone called upstairs for Jose and Anthony. I walked down with Foster and we headed outside to the patio. It was loud and hectic as drunk people mingled around and got generally rowdy. My mistake was probably getting stoned. See, weed makes me really horny. And being drunk makes me a bit too open. Therefore, I stated clearly to Foster “weed makes me so horny”.

Honestly I don’t think he knew what to say. He just gave an awkward type of laugh and said “yeah me too”. Then he hastily asked if I wanted him to grab us some beers. Of course. He came back and we drank them pretty quickly. Piss water but at that point I didn’t notice.

Still being horny and drunk, I couldn’t stop myself from picking at Foster.

“Still horny? Why don’t you find a nice girl to score with.”

He was drunk enough to be honest.

“Im not really that good with girls. I can’t get past kissing.”

Uh oh. My cherry alarm went off. I was entering dangerous waters. Abort conversation. I needed to break away and head back inside.

I didn’t.

“Do you need some help? I can show you.”

I had forgotten about my flask for the past hour and a half or so until then. I took it out and asked if he wanted to take a walk down Sorority Trail. (Sorority trail was a path through some woods in the middle of campus. It connected the sorority houses next to us to the campus gym.)

Of course his drunk virgin ass agreed. So there I am walking into the woods drunk and stoned with a drunk and stoned freshman following me like a horny puppy. Luckily my boots didn’t really have a heel so navigating the path was easy enough.

We got to the clearing way off the path with some downed trees. We used it during the day to smoke and all that jazz since even in daylight it was near impossible to see.

He sat next to me on the log and we immediately started kissing. I wish I could go into great detail, but I really don’t remember much about the kissing. I know it was wet and sloppy. He pulled my tits out of my shirt and played with them roughly. It was chilly outside, but the alcohol has me feeling warm.

I was drunk, so forgive my cringe worthy sex talk. I asked him if he wanted to ram me with his virgin cock. He just goes “uh huh”. Wow. That was worse than me. Whatever.

We were sloppy and shaky from being drunk. But I pulled my panties down around my ankles. I tried to lay back on the log, but it was too thin for us to keep balanced.

“Do you want to lay in the ground?”

Hell no I’m not laying in the fucking dirt, moron.

“I’ll just bend over.”

I hiked my skirt up and leaned over to rest my hands on the log. He pressed against me once without trying to enter, but I almost fell forward.

“Here, against the tree.”

So there I am, legs apart as I pressed my face and exposed breasts against this skinny pine tree. He spent what seemed like ages trying to get it in. Finally I helped him as I held onto this tree to keep steady.

His cock slid in immediately and he moaned out a “fuck yes” and started pounding away. My cheek, tits, and hands were scrapping against the bark, but I was too drunk to care. The loudest noise was the scraping of my mask against the wood.

“Aren’t you glad you met this little slut, sweetie?”

He just goes “yeah”. Ugh.

“Say it. Say it all.”

“I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you, you slut. I’m in your pussy” no shit “I’m fucking your slutty pussy”. I would have laughed if I wasn’t actually super into it. Then he went on.

“You whore. Fucking slut trash. Fucking you in the woods like an animal.”

Oh wow. That last bit was actually really good. It had me so turned on. Even if I was being banged by this pimply dork in some weird sheet dress, the idea of being used had me aching and wanting to beg for him to go harder.

Well, he didn’t. After just a minute or two he starts panting and letting out little “uh”s.

Then he drops the bomb I hadn’t thought about.

“Should I pull out?”

Oh god damn it I was so drunk I forgot asking about a condom. Well shit.

“Yes!”

I heard him groan and slide out. A warm wetness dripped down the top of my thigh.

“I didn’t make it all the way out. I’m sorry.”

I sighed and took my phone out to use it as a light. He pulled his weird robe thing back down while I looked. A thick glob of cum was rolling down the inside of my stocking. I ran my hand over my pussy and checked it. Yeah. It was smeared with semen.

After a few seconds, his hand goes to his head. “Oh fuck. I wasn’t thinking. Are you on the pill?”

Luckily I was actually on the pill. I just always use condoms.

“Yes. I am. You never had sex before, right?”

“No. Never.”

I seemed I should be in the clear for any STDs. Thank goodness. I grabbed a handful of leaves and used them to wipe up my thighs. After placing my tits back into my shirt, I pulled my flask from my pocket and took a long drink. We headed back.

We’d only been gone about fifteen minutes, so we hadn’t been missed. I intended to go see what Amy was up to, but Foster stopped me.

“Do you uh… think you can help Anthony out too?”

Wow. Two for one. I just had this guy nut in my pussy and he was thinking I’d let his friend do the same? Well. I was drunk. God forgive me.

“Sure. But tell him to bring me two shots.”

I sat out on the wall and bummed a cigarette from one of the brothers, Lance. We smoked and chatted. I casually slid my hand under my skirt onto my thigh to keep it warm. Then I noticed I could feel my bush directly. My panties weren’t on. I had left them back at the clearing. The words “god you’re such a fucking whore” played in my head. My thumb ran up my slit and between my lips to tease my clit. Lance didn’t notice. And I couldn’t tell what was my own wetness and what might be that kids spunk coating my pussy.

It was that kind of party.

Anthony came out with Foster a bit later. They each carried a plastic shot glass and handed it to me. Lance laughed and commented on how even I had the pledges trained. Luckily those two kept their mouths shut. Lance then stomped out his cigarette and excused himself to check on the party goers.

I took both shots and handed the glasses back to Foster before heading back off with Anthony. I probably would have seen about hiding in a room for a quickie, but I really wanted that pair of underwear back. So to the clearing we went.

Anthony was more handsy. He slid up my skirt to squeeze my ass. He commented on how I didn’t wear panties to the party. I don’t think Foster told him he just fucked me. I felt evil. Channeling that demon mask I had on.

We got back to the clearing and I sat down all wobbly on the log. Anthony went to sit next to me but I told him no. To get on his knees. My legs opened and I pulled his head between them.

I made this kid lick my pussy that still had traces of his friend’s cum on it. It was a terrible thing to do. But it turned me on. I was already extremely aroused from the high and being pounded against the tree. The feeling grew closer and I knew this tongue sliding over my sloppy cunt was going to make me shake in orgasm. But I wanted dick.

During this time is when I started to really fall under the effects of alcohol. I can remember what happened, but some of it is fuzzy.

I pulled away from him and stood up. I grabbed the rope around his neck and made him follow me to the tree Foster and I had just fucked against 20 minutes ago. He lifted my skirt and smacked my pale, chilly ass. I wiggled my butt back at him.

Against my expectations, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pressed me against the trunk. He struggled for a few seconds before proceeding to thrust inside me at a rough pace. I had the inkling he had done this before, but I didn’t care. I wanted to get off.

I reached between my legs and teased my clit. His balls slapped against the tips of my fingers. Once again, my dumb ass didn’t think about a condom. But at that point, the idea was making my legs shake.

Due to the build up, I came pretty quickly. My legs almost buckled, but I kept myself up. I was also pretty drunk by then and just gasped in my post orgasm moments as I kept getting slammed into.

“Did you?”

“Yeah. I came.”

He grunted a “good” and picked up the pace. Anthony fucked me so hard I’d wake up the next morning covered in scratches from the tree trunk. I was loving it. My eyes found themselves wanting to close as I started to doze off. I had drank too much, but I kept myself awake.

At the time, I didn’t even get to appreciate being slammed into the tree as this guy started cumming inside me. Once again I felt the drip of semen out of me and onto my thigh-highs. And this time, I didn’t care enough to wipe it away. I found my panties where I had left them them by log and pulled them on.

Details get even hazier from here. I know we went back to the party. I found Amy, told her I was with her all night if anyone asked. Then I went back to my dorm. I showered half asleep and then passed out in my bed.

By some miracle my head wasn’t killing me when I woke up, but I did feel nauseous. I just thought “what the fuck did I do” as I got sick in the bathroom. Not only had I broken my own rule of fucking guys at my school, I’d done it twice. Without a condom. It was really dumb and I was regretting it that morning majorly.

Since I was pretty sure the second guy wasn’t a virgin, I knew I needed to get my ass in to get tested. I waited a couple of weeks then went in. It was negative. Whew.

Also I had to fess up to Amy about what I had done. She didn’t even flinch. I love her. So officially, I was with Amy dancing and drinking all night with a fairy mask on, not a demon. It must have been some other chick those guys went off with.

While I really felt dumb after it happened and regretted it, I’ve learned to just see it positively. I got lucky and got out clean and I added another endeavor to my slut files. I’d never do something like that again, but I will enjoy the memory how I can.

I must have managed to mind fuck those two into thinking it was another chick. They both played games with Jose and I later on and never even looked at me funny.

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