I have to say first, and I realise this may not be a commonly shared opinion amongst readers of this month’s contest, I’ve always hated fancy dress parties. Personally, I feel they’re the most contrived ‘forced fun’ thing going: just not for me. Still, a group of university friends used to have them regularly. No exaggeration, it was every month or two. It got so frequent that they briefly went through a letters theme. The first party required costumes linked to ‘A’, the next party was ‘B’ and so on. It was at the ‘B’ party this happened. As much as I hated them, my fear of missing out was generally greater so I’d inevitably find myself in attendance.
Something else to get out of the way now: I went as ‘Black’. To set your mind at ease, this simply consisted of a one-piece black morph suit. A friend also planning to attend had a number of morph suits (from a video project he was working on). He went as ‘Blue’ and I went as ‘Black’. They were unused, before anyone asks. Though I’d seen people wear them before and wondered about logistics, I’d not quite anticipated exactly how clingy it would be. I thanked my lucky stars that the Black suit was the only one of the two that vaguely fit me, as it at least had the advantage of masking some of the less flattering parts of my physique, not least the bulge that protruded worryingly far even when I was totally flaccid.
The party itself was nothing unusual. People having a good time: nothing to see here. Our costumes went down well and I was pleased to find that, with some difficulty, it was possible to drink. It was actually a couple of hours in when I bumped into Jo in the kitchen. We had quite a few mutual friends and saw each other around a lot. Things had always been friendly, maybe a little flirty, but the perception was she generally didn’t put out much. She put this idea to bed that night, quite literally.
Jo was dressed as ‘Bo Peep’ (of lost sheep fame). She actually looked sensational. She was in her mid-20s and had what I would call a *swimmer’s body*: a little stocky, especially around the shoulders and curvy without being fat. Not a standout in a crowd on a typical night out but there was definitely something sexy about her. Her costume was incredible. It was very much on the ‘sexy’ side of the scale. Her cleavage was framed beautifully by the frills of her top and the short, wide skirt rode all the way up her thighs.
She was also past being just ‘tipsy’. After friendly greetings, she admitted she was, in equal measure, fascinated and amused by the bodysuit. She began running her hands over my arms and torso. While I wasn’t particularly buff, I was in decent enough shape and enjoyed the attention. My opportunity radar tingled further when we sat down on a sofa and she began rubbing her hands over my thigh as we talked. As the hood was up, she had no idea I’d be keeping an almost constant watch on her tits heaving under her light blue dress. I placed my hand on her thigs, quite casually I felt, and she responded by moving her hand closer to my dick. I’d been fighting a budding erection for a while and this proved too much. Luckily, the party had really picked up and people were largely distracted with their own efforts to pull or drink.
I let her squeeze my cock for a few minutes, absurdly keeping a fairly normal conversation throughout, until I came to my senses.
*Do you want to go upstairs and find somewhere more private?*
*No.*
I was gutted. Seriously!? After all the touching? I almost felt the blood rushing away from my dick.
*I want to go back to yours.*
That’s more like it!
Fortunately, my place was less than a 5 minute walk away and we left together quickly, as everyone else was otherwise occupied. We went straight upstairs.
Jo was a bit too quick unzipping the hood and my hair got snagged. Pro-tip if you find yourself in a morph suit: unzip carefully because if that happens it **hurts**. Still, I wasn’t going to let this stop me banging Jo. I started to take the rest of the suit off but she asked me to leave it on a little longer. As we kissed, she kept her hand on my bulge and I let my hand go straight up her skirt. I could feel the frilly knickers she had on and was pleased they had a loose elastic to allow my hand inside. She was wet already, of course, and moaned gently as I rubbed her clit. She broke away and stepped back slightly, giving herself enough room to hitch her skirt slightly and pull down her white underwear. She’d obviously though carefully about the whole look in case (or maybe when….) she got laid.
Jo had me lie down on my bed and set to work grinding her pussy against my Lycra covered cock. She really put on a show. Her bush was clearly freshly waxed into a thick landing strip and she pulled her skirt up to give me an excellent view of her long pink pussy lips spread across my thickness, gliding up and down along an increasingly thick trail of her own cum. She was only too happy to oblige when I asked her to pop her tits out of her top.
I was so ready to fuck her.
I half-jokingly asked if she wanted me to leave the costume on the whole time and she actually thought about it for a second. In the end, to my relief (as I didn’t fancy cutting a hole in the costume to pop my dick out…) she asked me to get completely naked. I made it **very** clear that I wanted her to leave her costume on. She lay on the bed and I set to work on her, kissing along her neck and taking turns sucking on both of her tits. Of course, I couldn’t resist dipping down to snack for a while on her meaty pussy lips and hard clit.
She was clearly ready too and pulled on my arms to get me back up and in a position to fuck her. We fucked for a long time: it was long and intense. I spent the majority of time on top of her We switched tempo a lot. Bouts of hard fucking were followed by slow, deep thrusts as I tried to fill her as deep as possible. I hitched her legs up on my shoulders, opening her wide cunt up even further. The view was incredible. Despite being seemingly quite loose, when she tensed her pussy up her big lips gripped me well. She looked good with my cock inside her, her brow furrowed and making no effort to quieten her screams.
Inevitably, I came. I made sure to spread my load across her neatly trimmed bush.
I gave her a towel to get cleaned up and we cuddled a while. It soon turned into making out again and round two was on. I had her get on all fours and position herself on the edge of the bed. I knelt down and spread her lips open as wide as possible. I think she was surprised by how far I managed to get my tongue inside her. I lapped at her like a dog with a bowl of water. She was noisy. Her pitch changed when I withdrew from her pussy and instead licked her arse, initially instinctively pulling away but gradually relaxing as I held her legs in place. The slight reluctance and deep guttural moans that followed told me this was new for her. She told me afterwards how much she enjoyed it. My work for the night almost done, I stood and guided the tip of my cock inside her once again and this time watched her cheeks jiggle as I repeatedly smashed into her, my hand holding firmly on to the back of her costume to keep her where I wanted her.
Despite it being round 2, it was far shorter than the first and I kept myself inside her as we finished in a crescendo together.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed that it never happened again. As a one-night stand it was excellent. She was great in bed. There was still so much I wanted us to do together. Usually, I’d make sure that my dick got sucked when I got with a girl but there was just something so appealing about the way she looked that I’d wanted to focus on her.
There was some text flirting for a while afterwards, most memorably when I sent her a link to a video of people fucking in morph suits, indicating this is what we should do ‘next time’. That got pretty heated but she was back at her parents for the weekend so a fuck was out of the question: we had to settle for some sexting and a few pics. The next time we saw each other though, the vibe just felt different and I reluctantly had to accept that was how it was going to be.
As much as I hate dressing up, it did at least give me one excellent memory and hopefully a good story that you’ve enjoyed.
For the sake of whoever Jo is with these days, I really hope she kept that Bo Peep costume and they get as much enjoyment from it as I did!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/xzk45v/bangin_bo_peep_in_the_black_morph_suit_mf
Definitely the most underappreciated story on here.