“I’m having a hard time believing you’re a skeleton with an ass like *that*.”
Ella was dressed in a black, skin tight bodysuit that featured the outlines of a skeleton on the front and back. I might call it a lazy costume if not for her elaborate face makeup, which–like the rest of her costume–glowed in the dark, giving her the luminescent appearance of the risen dead in a dark room. Her wavy, golden locks were pulled into ponytails, which didn’t *quite* nail the skeletal theme, but they sure were *cute*.
“Oh?” She pursed her lips at me while placing a grape “eyeball” between them. She sucked on it teasingly before popping it inside her cheek, “Are you trying to solve the mystery of the open grave in Hill Hollow Memorial Cemetery, detective? I promise you I’m not the undead woman you’re looking for.”
My costume really *was* lazy. I was a “70s private investigator.” An excuse I used to put together my outfit at a local thrift shop–and to carry handcuffs, of course. Ella rolled her eyes as soon as she saw my open-collared paisley shirt, but a sarcastic remark was cut off when I grabbed her ass and pointed her towards the narrow hall that led to the bathroom. We’d only been at Tim’s Halloween house party for an hour, but I was ready to get my dick *wet*.
Yeah, we were best friends and with that status came some *very* lucrative benefits. Ella had reached out to me for some [help with her oral inexperience](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wesi8n/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_25m24f/) and that help soon turned into a [a regular habit](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/wk2h4k/teaching_my_best_friend_how_to_give_head_pt_2/).
“Where are we going, Sir?” She stuck out her bottom lip, making it quiver with mock apprehension.
“I’m bringing you in for an *oral* examination. I have the sneaking suspicion you’re not being honest with me.”
***
I wrapped my hand tautly in one pigtail, flexing my forearm as I snapped her back. My wide, hungry eyes fixated on hers as I unzipped my fly and thumbed my boxers down. My rock-solid erection fell like a tree in a forest, bouncing twice against the bridge of Ella’s nose before resting at her lips.I smiled at her glowing face paint, nearly overcome with the pleasure of watching her sit obediently on her knees while my manhood fell across her face, leaving behind a trail of sticky precum.
*It was a graveyard smash.*
The thumping bass of a dubstep remix of “Monster Mash” gently vibrated the door. A gust of cool air blew through the bathroom’s open window, rippling stray hairs across Ella’s face, which were further tousled by my prick. I drug my cock up to her forehead and then down to her left cheek, over her nose and then tapping her right cheek.
Finally I pushed it back and forth across the warm wetness of her lips, tracing their curves asI taunted her, “You’ve been a very *bad* skeleton, running off from the graveyard like that. I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson in burial edicate before I take you home. Now, I expect you to swallow every *inch*. That means I should see a trail of your spit leading right up to my abdomen. Understand?”
I paused just a beat, shifting my hips back as I prepared to push apart her crooked smile. Now both of my hands were in her hair, treating those golden trestles as handlebars. Her eyes–ringed in deep black and white makeup–met mine as I thrust forward, burying my vein-ensconced member as deep as I could manage in her throat. With anyone else, I might have started out slow, but Ella already knew how to take my dick. The first time]she’d needed a light hand. But she was eager for me to push her harder and now she could comfortably swallow nearly my full length on the first push.
So I was liberated from my inhibitions when I thrust broke through her airlock, plunging my throbbing appendage hard against the back of her throat. She gracefully took me in whole, barely even gagging as I pushed past her tonsils. My hands twisted her pigtails, pulling her hair at its roots.
“Good girl, Ella. You can take it, can’t you?”
“Mphm,” she mumbled with her windpipe stuffed. She looked up at me, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling as they searched for affirmation.
I pushed her head down, “Eyes on my stomach. That’s where your nose should be. I’m gonna fuck your makeup right off.”
“Mhpht?!” She sounded mildly alarmed as I shoved her nostrils to my pubic bone. But whatever vague words she could make were soon replaced by *GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK* as I began rocking her head back and forth like a toy. Her lips formed a perfect circular suction cup around my shaft, leaving smears of her black lipstick as I pumped her to and fro.
“This is for you, Ella. All for you. Every last millimeter. Suck it all down.” my palm spidered like an egg broken across the crown of her head. my other hand pressed against the eggshell white wall above my eager cocksucker, bent at the forearm so that I could lean my head against the makeshift pillow and really badger her throat. I pushed her back too. Now instead of pumping her head on my cock I had her pressed into the wall. While I fucked her throat with little remorse, her hands pressed into my thighs, squeezing harder, harder, **harder**.
I was grunting like a caveman, lost in the rough pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, that’s it. Fucking take it you slut. DEEPER.”
I felt the vibrations of her vocal cords moaning and squirming and perhaps even talking. Was that a “help me, Sir” that rang like a beautiful melody in my ears? *Sure, I can help you, Ella. Let me just shove my balls against your chin.*
Eventually, I gave her enough space between thrusts so that she could take one frantic breath. The cramped bathroom became a swirling blur as I thrust my upper thighs against her cheeks. I would draw my entire shaft back, so that only the cleft tip lay against the point of her tongue—let her spit up the saliva and mucus I drew up from my excursion—and then, while she was still half-gagging, I would plunge deep again, shoving my pubic bone against her button nose.
I let out primal exhalations that modulated into every variation of the word “fuck” imaginable. Ella seemed to be cursing herself for wearing a body suit. Her fingers darted between her legs only to find her slit impossible to reach.
“Why didn’t I go as an undead schoolgirl?!” She wondered aloud during one brief respite. “I’m dripping through this cheap fucking polyester.”
“No panties?”
She smiled, a thick droplet of spit breaking off her chin, “Of course not.”
I grinned back, “I don’t think skeletons have clits, so keep your hands *up*.” I snatched her wrists, held them against the wall and buried my dick inside her throat again. I could nearly feel her pussy squeeze when I denied her. She fucking *loved* it.
My speed picked up, I pushed her head against the cool wall and watched with hedonistic elation as a waterfall of drool poured down her chin and fell in syrupy dollops across the costume’s fake clavicles.
As I pushed even deeper into her windpipe, I felt a warmth that reminded me I really needed to sample her *cunt* at some point. Her esophagus constricted around me, but it wasn’t tight enough. I reached down to grasp her neck and. with a firm squeeze, I could feel her throat distend as my considerable length descended. Beads of sweat formed on my brow, my wavy hair beginning to stick as I put my skeletal slut to work.
I was getting near to orgasm, my cock ready to pour molten sperm down Ella’s throat when we were interrupted.
***
*KNOCK KNOCK*
A voice from outside, “Hey, can you hurry up?”
Popping my dick free from Ella’s lips, I snapped my fingers and pointed to my sack. She eagerly disappeared beneath my shaft, sucking each of my balls in turn. I pounded back to the rude interloper, “Occupado, friend. I’ve got a runaway skeleton in here. Having a pretty *rough* interrogation.”
“Dude, what the fuck is that supposed to–”
“Bye now.”
I don’t know if the other guest disappeared or put their ear to the door out of curiosity. But the second possibility renewed my flailing erection. Rock hard once more, I decided to put on an auditory spectacle for the possible pervert.
“Open wide, sweet cheeks.” I made a show of digging my heels into the copper shag bath mat.
Ella dropped her jaw, but also posed a question, “Is my makeup holding up?”
I wrapped my hand around the nape of her neck and thrust forward like a jackhammer. “No.”
It was the cheap, dollar store cream-based stuff. The kind that couldn’t even hope to survive the mixture of sweat, tears, precum, and spit I was creating on Ella’s face.
“But, on the brightside,” I slammed my balls against her chin, leaving an imprint in her makeup, “my cock’ll glow in the dark after this.”
My pace became more rhythmic, nearly matching the beat of “Thriller.” I drove my entire length down Ella’s throat, pulled out to my spade-shaped tip and plunged back inside. Over and over and over.
*’Cause I can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare try.*
**SPLISH**
**UNGH UNGH UNGH**
“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy–*mmph, mmph, mmph*”
“The dead can’t talk–shut up and take it.”
“Mm, mm, mm, gluck, gluck, gluck.”
I was hitting that perfect spot at the back of Ella’s throat now. She had her mouth open wide so each time my cock slammed through it made that perfect fucking slapping sound. The telltale indication of an unfolding facefuck for anyone that was paying attention.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it, just a *little* deeper,” I pushed down on Ella’s head until I could feel her wet tongue flicking against my balls. Then I was cumming hard, shooting a thick spray of sperm against the back of her throat just as the distinctive yelp of Screamin’ Jay Hawkins came crashing through the door.
*…because you’re mine.*
***
Ella swallowed frantically, desperately trying to take down the tablespoon of semen I’d just unloaded into her mouth. I felt a small amount ooze out, crossing over her lips and running down my pulsing shaft. I grunted and groaned and looked down at her proudly as my cock began to soften.
“Well, miss, I’ve cracked the case,” her mouth lips were still wrapped around my now incredibly sensitive cockhead, but her eyes met mine. “You’re not really dead. You’re just a slut.”
She giggled so hard she choked while swallowing my sperm. She brought her hand to her mouth as she spat cum against it.
“Back in your mouth,” I warned.
Like a good girl, she licked the spaces between her fingers, catching every last droplet of my seed. She swallowed and then stuck out her clean red tongue.
I stuffed my dick back into my bell-bottoms, but noticed that Ella was shyly rubbing her thighs together. “Something wrong?”
“I’m so fucking *horny*,” she complained. “Can you–?”
Before she could finish the question, I grabbed her by the arm, pulled her up from the floor, spun her away from me, and pushed her against the nearest wall. There was a zipper on her back, which I pulled down to the small of her back.
My hand pushed inside her bodysuit, wrapped around her waist, and dove between her wet thighs. I smiled, “You aren’t kidding. You’re fucking *soaked*.”
“Mhm,” she pushed her ass against me, arching her waist away from the wall so that I had more room to maneuver. I ran my index and middle finger along her slip, teasing her lightly before easing my way inside.”
“Unf, more,” she begged.
My fingers curled along her ridges, drawing strands of her juices out of her pussy that I used to lubricate her clit.
“Was I a good girl?”
I snatched a pigtail and pulled Ella’s head backwards, positioning her ear next to my mouth. “You’re *always* a good girl. You can take my dick like a cumguzzling pro now. And I fucking *love* when you swallow my load.”
“Mmph, yes, yes.” She closed her eyes. Her breathing grew frantic as I alternated between teasing her clit and plunging inside her cunt.
“I’m–unf, fuck, ah–I’m going to cum on your hand. Is that okay?”
“Do it. Now.” I pushed her cheek against the wall. Then I split my index and middle fingers so they were on either side of her mound, squeezing against her clitoral hood so I could jerk her off. She bit her lip, then tried to cover her mouth just as she came.
“Ahmpf! Fu–!” Her body shook against me. I held her tightly, fingers hovering just outside her entrance, until she calmed down.
“Jesus Christ,” she said as I zipped her back up. “It’s running down to my calves…”
“Good,” I grinned. “Now, let’s get back to the party.”
*THWACK*
I gave her plump ass one last smack before zipping her up.
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