Halloween 1992 fell on a Saturday. This, among observers of the traditions of this holiday, represents a perfect alignment of the stars allowing them to give free reign to their celebrations and observance of this most auspicious of days.
For uni students it meant a party on the actual day! Moreover, it meant that recovery from the effects of said party were also on a weekend. A perfect alignment of the stars.
Dannii, Deb and Jo had a Halloween party to which they had invited me and Deb’s sister Rose, at one of the halls of residence at their University. It was a costume party.
Throughout the week prior the girls were trying to figure out what they should go as and making suggestions as to what I should go as.
Deb had a bit of a fantasy /sci-fi bent to her suggestions but the others kind of poured cold water on her ideas of dressing as elves or fairies or Nazgûl or the myriad other fantasy based characters she suggested.
Eventually I suggested that they should all go as witches. Sexy witches. Seemed pretty obvious to me. I observed that rather than try to be *different* they should all either go with the same look or the same theme and if they weren’t going to go in identical costumes then it might be fun to see who could go as the sexiest witch. Plus, there were bound to be others dressed as witches at the party and they might just be able to get a coven together and then who knows what might happen.
That idea seemed to go down well.
Then they asked me what I was going to do for a costume. I said I was going to paint myself red and go as the human torch. This was a cunning ruse and deception on my part mostly to add to the surprise of what I did turn up in but more because I was having trouble figuring out what to go as.
“*Doesn’t he get about naked though?*” asked Deb.
“*Yep, and on fire.*” I replied.
“*Well that should be interesting*” she said dryly.
Not much more was said about costumes after that.
The Saturday of the party arrived and I turned up to Dan and Deb’s place with my costume in a kitbag.
We all decided to get ready for a reveal so got dressed separately, well I got ready separately from the girls at least.
My costume was a Frankenstein’s monster which consisted of an old grey suit a couple of sizes too small for me a black t-shirt, some novelty neck bolts, drawn on sutures at my wrists, neck and forehead and (and this was something of which I was particularly proud) a pair of high top basketball sneakers which I had turned into platform boots using bits of timber framing cut to 6″ lengths and screwed through the soles of the sneakers and then encased in builder’s expanding foam with tyre rubber glued and screwed to the bottom all painted in gloss black spray paint to make the construction look like boots.
In costume I stood 7′ tall and although walking took some getting used to it was OK once I got the hang of it.
I was very pleased with myself. Very pleased indeed. Smug you might even call it.
The girls had gone with the sexy witch theme and dressed very similarly. Black body suits with plunging necklines., fishnet stockings, gossamer thin, semi-transparent black wraps, black ribbon chokers, high heels, black wigs for those who needed them and black tutu style tulle skirts.
They all looked fantastic but their jaws dropped when they saw me.
They were all mightily impressed at my costume. Particularly Deb who at 5’3″ in 4″ heels came to about the base of my sternum. It was hilarious.
On closer inspection the girls costumes were even more impressive. Dan had put a neon purple hairpiece into her own almost black hair resulting in a purple streak at the front of her hair styled through the loose curls in which her hair spilled over her shoulders. This purple was echoed in the purple tulle in her predominantly black skirt and the plunging neckline of her bodysuit finished at her navel revealing the full length of her pale tits but no nipple (teasingly, tantalisingly, almost but no).
Each of the girls had the same bodysuit and a wig with the same style of loose curl cascading over their shoulders with a different coloured streak picked up by matching tulle in the black of their skirts and nail polish and lipstick to match the accent colour in their hair. Clearly a lot of thought had gone into these costumes.
Deb had a neon green streak and matching tulle highlights nail polish and lipstick, Rose, a deep clear red and Jo, an electric blue.
They looked like coven rockstars. Wrapped in their shawls of almost nothing they looked stylishly sexy. Unwrapped, they were smoking hot.
Deb said “*This is not how I remember the human torch.*”
“*No, I thought better of it. Didn’t want to singe anything Important. Mind you there had better be fire extinguishers at the ready at the party because you all look hot as the surface of the sun.*”
After much complementing of each other’s outfits we set off for the party.
It was one of those parties where the idea was solid and you’d expect the party to go off with a bang but in this occasion the experience fell far short of the expectation and further still from the potential. So, by around 9pm we had had a few drinks and some conversations with other party goers but the party just failed to fire so we decided to call it a night.
We cabbed it back to Deb and Dan’s place and decided that we’d have a couple of drinks and have a bit of a party of our own.
We sat around and Rose suggested “*Let’s play I never ever*”
The other’s didn’t seem so keen on the idea so I suggested “*How about truth or dare poker?*”
“*How’s that played?*” asked Jo.
“*It’s a lot like ‘I Never Ever’ but with a bit of randomness thrown in so it stays kind of fresh and people don’t get picked on.*” I said as I looked over at Rose and winked.
Rose was immediately happier at my apparent allegiance to her. As the youngest, and Deb’s younger sister, the others tended to discount Rose’s suggestions and, in an unintentionally dismissive way, kind of mother her. This made for a frustrated Rose when it came to driving activities or kick-starting festivities or engaging in shenanigans with the others around.
Anyway, I explained *Truth or Dare Poker* to the girls. Basically, the game travels in a rough circle left to right with the person in control of the round nominated dealer. The dealer gets to nominate the flavour of the round. Choices are many and include truth or dare, I never ever, physical challenge and so on basically anything that the dealer can imagine and explain can be the subject of the round provided it has an element of skill/luck/disclosure/activity and a consequence or consequences for failure such as sip/strip/do. Typical party stakes.
The poker element is the democratising element and it isn’t really poker.
The Dealer nominates the flavour of the round. Everyone then cuts the deck and the high card becomes the *Caller* and the *Caller* provides the detail of the round.
There is a further twist that if the detail calls for a penalty or consequences for failure or forfeiture which requires the performance of an action to or with someone else then everyone cuts the deck for eligibility for the action to be performed on or with. The Dealer determines how the cut affects eligibility before the round proceeds once the detail is announced. Sounds complicated. Can be. Tends not to be in practice.
The result is a game with the elements of truth or dare, I never ever and so on without the targeting.
So we set up the game by sitting in the lounge with drinks and a deck of cards.
As the person who suggested the game I was Dealer. So I nominate *I Never Ever*. We each cut for *Caller*. Jo wins and calls “*I never ever had sex in this house*”.
I say “*OK so the loser doesn’t drink but has to kiss everyone cutting to a heart. Everybody cut the deck.*”
We all cut the deck. Jo, Dan and I all cut to hearts. Deb and Rose didn’t.
Rose gets up and kisses Dan on the cheek.
Jo is laughing and interjects crossing her arms at the wrists in front of her “*Violation! That’s a bullshit kiss. On the lips and like it means something.*”
Rose grins and this time kisses Dan softly on the lips for about 5 seconds.
“*That’s a bit light on but because you’re only young I’ll let you off*” says Jo.
Rose walks over to Jo and plants one on her lips. Jo kisses her back. They stay lip locked for 15 maybe 20 seconds.
They break off the kiss. Rose says “*That better?*”
“*Better*” nods Jo and nods in my direction.
Rose approaches me. Now I have always appreciated Rose as attractive but being Deb’s sister I’ve always regarded her as something or someone to be appreciated from afar.
She sits in my lap and lifts her lips to mine. They’re soft and she gently presses them against mine slightly parting them as she makes contact with my lips. I follow suit and her bottom lip finds its way between my lips and she starts gently sucking on my top lip. I respond in kind just gently sucking her bottom lip. Then I feel a momentary flick of tongue. More suction. A longer flick of her tongue. I respond with my own tongue. She increases the pressure of her lips and I suck harder on her bottom lip.
This lasts longer than her kiss of Jo. It started tender and had begun to find urgency before Rose broke it off got up and walked back to her seat to whooping from the other girls as she threw her hands in the air and gave a snake like shimmy of her hips waving her shawl around like a banner before wrapping herself in it and sitting down.
Her flushed cheeks and decolletage belied her calm presentation though.
So around the game went. Apparently everyone except me had masturbated to the sound of someone fucking in the house. My forfeit was to allow someone to remove an item of clothing by luck of the draw. Deb removed my pants (I’d previously removed my platform boots).
Jo and Rose were the only ones who hadn’t had sex with more than one person (separately) within a 12 hour period. Penalty kissing the lips of the eligible recipients (me and Dan) no hands and all participants blindfolded (that was quite fun and funny from my perspective).
Rose was the only one who hadn’t flashed her boobs in public. Penalty flash the room for 15 seconds. I didn’t count but had attended O Week pool parties shirtless.
The game started sexual and continued on in that vein with the propositions and forfeits edging higher and higher.
Supplementary rules got added. For example after Rose had to flash the room for 15 seconds a rule was introduced that if someone was going to be required to expose their boobs (bare chest) or their genitals then they could cut the deck against the dealer for double or nothing. If they beat the dealer no flashing if they lost to the dealer they had to lose coverage permanently.
Deb was the first to fall foul of that rule when Rose challenged all who had not had sex with more than one participant of the opposite sex at the same time to flash their boobs. Rose out drew her and down came the bodysuit to her waist revealing her lovely tiny pert tits.
She was a little self conscious so I went out in sympathy with her and removed my t-shirt to great applause and a hug from Deb. A topless hug; go figure.
Before long everyone was stripped to the waist. Jo had discarded her body suit completely and was sitting in fishnet tights, high heels, a ribbon choker and a tulle skirt barely covering her pussy but wrapped loosely in her shawl.
There hadn’t been much in the way of penalty drinking going on either so when I had the next forfeit I had to serve a round of fresh drinks…naked.
I came back in with a bottle of wine and four glasses.
I made my way round handing each of the girls a glass. My cock had been half awake all evening and started to rapidly thicken and rise at the sight that greeted me.
I made my way round to each girl pouring a glass of wine. When I’d filled the last glass I noticed that there was only about three quarters of a glass remaining in the bottle so I made another circuit topping off their glasses silently.
Each of the girls thanked me but that was the only sound they made.
The tension had suddenly risen several notches and it was palpable. As I moved around the room I could feel eyes on me either from Deb or Rose and could see the Jo and Dan looking exchanging glances and looking in the direction of Deb and Rose.
The bottle empty, I went back to the kitchen to put it in the recycling bin. I made a bathroom stop on the way back and took the opportunity to wash the make up pencil on my face and wrists off.
I came back into the room. My boxers were folded in the middle of the floor. That was not where I had left them.
I reached for the boxers.
“*Wait!*” said Jo “*Rule change. You have to draw against the Dealer to put them back on.*”
“*How about I double down now.*” I replied “*If I win, I get to put them back on. If the Dealer wins they stay off.*”
Jo looked at the others. “*That’s not doubling down, they’re the original stakes.*” she said, “*…if you win the Dealer strips down to fishnets and heels. If the Dealer wins we cut the deck for a forfeit.*”
“*But I don’t get the opportunity to play for my boxers?*”
“*Not if you want to double down.*”
“*Fine, who is Dealer?*”
“*I am.*” said Deb quietly but firmly.
I cut the deck. 3 of clubs.
“*Dealer forfeits*” said Deb as she stripped off to her stockings, choker and heels draping her shawl over her shoulders hiding nothing but serving to make her look hotter than if she’d been naked.
“*Change of game…*” says Deb as she walks over and reaches her arms up to my face to draw it toward her and kisses me “*…if you’re up for it.*”
“*I’m up for most things, sweet.*” I replied.
With that Deb kissed me softly but purposefully on the lips.
The three other women filed past and as they did I saw each of them smile widely at Deb. Genuine smiles where even if you couldn’t see their mouths, their eyes gave the smile away.
I felt three sets of hands trail across my shoulders and back as each of the girls passed us and out of the room.
The kiss broke as Deb smiled, no, grinned back at her friends and sister.
We were alone. Through the walls I could hear excited whispers and then the sound of the shower.
Deb planted a kiss on my chest and pressed her fairies like form against me as I ran my fingers lightly through her ash blonde hair and down her back to he’d bum and back up to her shoulders as she shivered to my touch.
We lay down on the cushions and kissed softly at first but that gave way to more urgent kissing involving lips and tongues wrestling and hands roaming.
I planted kisses on her neck and trailed my way down her body sucking on each pale pink nipple until it had stiffened to a point.
Deb grabbed my cock and squeezed and hefted it as if to guess its weight as my hands moved down to her thighs and between them to her warm pussy slick already with her juices.
Pretty soon Deb was stroking my cock to full hardness and letting out little squeals of delight as I ran my fingers along her slick lips and massaged circles around her clit.
“*Well I hadn’t expected this when we blew the party off.*” I said.
“*It was a dull party, ours was much better…and this one, well this one has the makings of an excellent party indeed.*” she responded.
“*Indeed it does.*” I replied as I kissed my way down to her mound and my tongue found her clit.
I started playing fast and loose with Deb’s G-Spot and she came hard as I massaged it and tongued her clit. She tasted divine.
Deb was tiny. Really waif-like so I could pick her up and move her seemingly effortlessly.
I finished eating her pussy, at least for the time being, and considered how best to fuck her. She was so small that I was genuinely concerned that I might injure her if I wasn’t careful. She was coming down from her orgasm and a little blissed out when I grabbed her and kissed her, rolling her onto my chest as I did so.
“*Fuck I love it when you let out those sexy little moans when you cum.*” I told her as I kissed her running my hands down her sides and engulfing her arse in them.
“*You make me feel so tiny when you do that*” she cooed.
“*Um, that’s because you are tiny.*” I said as she giggled.
“*I know.*” she replied with a little wiggle.
“*How are we going to do this, sweet?*” I said “*How are we going to do this without hurting you?*”
“*Just fuck me Frankencock.*” she laughed “*I may be small but I am mighty!*” she added.
I reached over to the condoms and lube which had been deposited next to the couch cushions and rolled on a rubber and then lubed up two fingers and found Deb’s warm, wet pussy and smeared the lube around the entrance to her pussy and inside it
She reached down and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy and bore down.
I pushed back with purpose to meet the pressure she brought and the head of my cock found its home beyond the entrance to her pussy. I hoisted her high one hand almost covering her little boobs and the other steadying her at the hip. There was clear air between us, only my cock bridging the 4 or so inch gap between us. It was like someone had poured a bucket of cold water over her such was the hoarse intake of breath. Her eyes bulged, her mouth open with her lips forming a wide circle as she grabbed at my forearms and took some of her weight on her legs.
She moved her hands to my belly and took her weight there but I did not let her ease off the pressure in her pussy keeping my hands firmly on her chest and her hip locking her in place as I slowly and purposefully increased the pressure going into her pussy.
She exhaled, initially silently but then with a throaty sigh as I eased the pressure off by pulling back. The relief was only momentary though as I pushed my hips up again inching further into her vice like pussy. Her shoulders hunched and shrugged as I pushed further into her centre.
I loosened my grip on her hip to let her ease forward and lessen the pressure in her cunt. Again the relief was only momentary as I locked her again and pushed firmly in further making room for myself.
She moved her hands from my belly to reach back and spread her lips wider to accommodate me. She spread her knees wider and then brought her feet up to rest on my hips bringing herself into a crouch almost completely impaled on my cock.
I could feel my head move past the ring of muscle at the end of her vagina as she tilted forward and rotated her hips up as my cock found the pocket behind her cervix and the ridge of the back of her cervix slid over the head of my cock. There was nowhere left to go. I was as deep as I could possibly be inside her and she threw her head back and let out a deep ragged breath. We were locked together. Her pussy lips just kissing my pubic bone.
I pushed forward with my hips and she rocked hers forward and then back, slowly and carefully at first but then faster.
I let go of her hip and brought my thumb down to put pressure above her clit. She raised her arms and held her elbow behind her head with her other hand turning her face into her arm as the rocking of her hips increased in pace. Faster. Faster. I could feel her hip joints clicking as she rocked her pelvis faster and faster. She was holding her breath, she pulled my hand off her breasts and put it at her throat leaning forward against it. I cupped her throat in my hand letting her head hang forward my thumb directly above her clit putting pressure on the hood and driving it into my pubic bone as our hips rocked and gyrated wildly whilst all the while locked at full depth inside her.
I could feel the sinews in her body tightening as the speed of her hips rocking plateaued and her jaw clenched hard. I could feel the pressure from her throat on my hand as she clenched as tears started to stream from her eyes and spit from her lips which were open showing her clenched teeth.
The frenzied rocking didn’t last much longer, physically it couldn’t have, she started to claw at her chest as her body tensed and went as taught and hard as steel before she rocked violently forward with a huge ragged breath in. She collapsed against my chest unlocking me from the depths of her pussy at the same time. This brought another gasp and she hoarsely whispered into my chest “*Don’t stop*”.
I thrusted up into her trying to get to a pace something like what her hips were going at before.
She was pressed against my chest. I could feel the sweat starting to break out over her skin. As she lay there half words and incoherent sounds were being forced from her throat by the intensity of my thrusting and the rolling orgasm breaking through her tiny body.
She shouted “*Harder!*”
From that position I couldn’t so I rolled us over into missionary position and pulled her legs up over my arms and began to absolutely piston into her for everything I was worth.
All I could hear was the sound of my own blood coursing in my ears, her screams and verbalisations and our bodies slapping together in a rapid wet clapping.
All I could see were her green eyes looking straight into my soul, her ash blonde hair sticking to her face and her black ribbon choker across her throat.
“*Fuck, I’m still cumming!*” she cried.
I was about to bust myself and said “*I’m about to cum!*”
“*I want it!*” she growled
“*Where?*” I asked as I pulled out of her.
She didn’t answer as I straightened up onto my knees. She swivelled and pulled off the condom taking the tip of my cock into her mouth as I unloaded ribbon after ribbon of cum into her waiting mouth.
Half my load hit her neck and breasts. I reached down and drew her to me. She kissed me hard with cum spattered lips and wrapped her arms around my neck.
We crumpled back down onto the couch pillow bed on the floor locked in an embrace as she continued to kiss me her tiny body pressed against my.
As I ran my hand down her side to her hip a muscle in the top of her arse began to jump and twitch involuntarily. I smiled and she broke off our kiss.
“*What?*” she asked smiling herself.
“*Can you feel that?*” I replied gently resting my palm on her twitching muscle.
She giggled “*Oh my God. Mind you that’s nothing compared to what’s going on inside me*” she said as she kissed me still smiling.
I stroked her back and grabbed her bum and squeezed it.
She arched her back and pressed her body against me as I did. Then she threw a leg over my hip which gave my hand squeezing her bum access to her pussy. As I slid my fingers between her lips and smeared her juices around her clit her eyes widened.
I pressed two fingers into her pussy and started pressing against her G-Spot again. Within seconds she was letting out deep gasping breaths burying her face in the side of my chest.
She swivelled and moved up onto my belly spreading the cum on her tits over my belly as she slid over me. She grabbed for my cock and began to pump life back into it.
I drove my fingers deep into her pussy and began to massage the little pouch beyond the ring of muscle in front of her cervix putting consistent firm pressure on the front wall of her pouch.
She had started to stroke my cock again but had given up as wave after wave of spasms appeared to break through her tiny form as she began to cry and groan “*I’m cumming again. Oh my God I’m cumming!*” as she buried her face in my pubes and groaned into me.
I switched back to massaging her G-Spot once more and her convulsions intensified and she lay there on me squealing and moaning whilst I played her pussy like a musical instrument.
Eventually she pushed my hand away and turned around again to bring her face up to mine and kiss me almost savagely as her body continued to writhe independent of her control.
“*Oh my God they weren’t kidding when they said you were talented. Where did you learn to do that?*” she said.
“*I have a friend who taught me all about it.*” I replied smiling.
“*Well you need to thank your friend because, fuck, that was amazing.*” she said.
I smiled as I drew a sheet up over us and tickled Deb to sleep lying with her head on my chest and clinging to my side her leg thrown over my belly.
Deb woke during the night and her stirring woke me. We kissed and fondled and talked a while. We were sticky with sweat and dried, smeared juices so decided to have a shower.
We kissed and fondled and chatted and laughed a little in the shower but nothing more than a half boner came of it before we hopped out of the shower and dried off.
Deb thought it best that she go back to her own bed but before she finished she applied some of her green lipstick she’d worn with her witches costume and left a lipstick kiss imprint on my hip.
I grabbed some clean sheets and made up my couch pillow bed properly and climbed in ready to let sleep take me.
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