Ann’s Awakening

Ann had been married five years. Not long, but long enough for it all to have become a bit routine, especially as she suspected Trevor of having a little bit on the side. The worst of it was, her heart’s desire couldn’t be realised – she had been told she could never have children, and Trevor didn’t want to adopt one, so her life was bleak, to say the least of it. Her mother didn’t help, telling her all the time to ’snap out of it,’ and enjoy what she had, that sort of thing.

The one thing that stopped Ann from going insane was her job. She got to meet people there, and had friends at the office who she could count on.

‘Look at you,’ said her unmarried friend Tina one lunchtime in the office canteen, ‘what are you? Twenty-eight, twenty nine?’

‘Twenty-nine,’ said Ann, ‘why?’

‘You mope around like the world’s coming to an end. You’ve got a gorgeous body, face isn’t bad either, and what do you do with it?’

‘Tina, I’m a married woman,’ she looked at her friend, and then laughed, ‘but you’re right, I do feel sorry for myself, and I know I shouldn’t.’

‘Look, Ann, tell you what,’ said Tina, ‘talk to that husband of yours, and tell him you’re going to have a girls’ night out, at least once a week – he won’t mind, in fact it’ll free him up to do what “he “wants now and again – as if he doesn’t already!’ The last bit she added with a meaningful look on her pretty face.

At supper the next evening Ann broached the subject to Trevor, who scarcely bothered to look up from the sports pages, ‘Oh yes, dear,’ he said, ‘no problem.’

Thus released, Ann went upstairs, quietly stripped off and took a look at herself in the mirror, trying to check out the veracity off her friend’s observations. It was true, her body was still firm, and she actually enjoyed looking at herself. She was narrow-waisted with long, slender legs and a nice rounded bum. She had never liked her breasts, thinking them too small, but they were still firm, with large dark aureola and nipples which hardened instantly to her touch. Slipping on a robe, she looked critically at her face, thinking that she would soon be seeing a few premature wrinkles, but she had a nice smile, and she resolved to do something about her black hair, which had grown a bit uneven. Next morning she made a lunchtime appointment with the beauty salon, and had the full treatment. When she got back to the office, Tina took one look at the finished job and knew that she had had a word with Trevor. Her hair glowed and was beautifully layered, her nails were suddenly half-an-inch longer than they had ever been, and something had happened to her eyelashes. The men in the office kept doing double-takes for the rest of the day.

Tina told her she would come and collect her in her car the following night, if that was OK, and she nodded her assent. ‘But what shall I wear?’ she asked.

‘Not much,’ said Tina, enigmatically, but aside from the fact that she was taking her to somewhere called the Silk Traders’ Club, she would say no more.

Ann could hardly wait for the next evening to come around, and tried on twenty outfits before selecting something for the outing. She reasoned that any club or disco would be warm, so that she would wear, as Tina suggested, not very much. After rejecting a number of things, she plumped for a cotton sundress she had bought the previous summer in Ibiza. It was halter-necked, which meant she could wear no bra with it, but her firm breasts didn’t really need support anyway. The dress was mid-thigh length, so all she wore under it were a pair of white silk panties. She thought a pair of high-heeled sandals completed her ensemble nicely, but when she went downstairs as she heard Tina’s car draw up, Trevor was standing by the door.

‘You going out like that?’ he asked.

‘Yes, why?’ she replied defiantly.

‘Catch your death of cold,’ was all he said, and closed the door behind her.

Up yours too, she thought, as she got into Tina’s car.

When they arrived at the club, in the better end of town, there were a lot of very high-value cars parked there, and a uniformed doorman greeted Tina like an old friend. Serious-looking bouncers were on duty, and some even more serious-looking money was entering as they did.

When they got into the cloakroom, and checked in their jackets, Ann saw that Tina was dressed in a silk miniskirt and a fishnet blouse, with no bra, so that her breasts could be clearly seen, their tips actually poking through the mesh of the garment.

‘My God!’ exclaimed Ann, ‘you said not to wear much, but……wow!’

‘It’s that sort of place,’ said Tina, ‘you’ll see.’

When they got into the big ballroom, Ann saw what her friend meant. Mainly young women were dancing, virtually all of them in extremely revealing outfits – everywhere there were very short skirts, transparent tops, backless dresses, skin-tight catsuits, dresses with cut-outs in various places – it was clearly a place to compete with all the other girls. And the ‘prizes’ were some very well-heeled-looking men – and good-looking buggers too, as I remarked to my friend.

They sat at the bar and ordered drinks, and were soon asked to dance, by a couple of hunks. Ann’s held her close, and didn’t seem at all shy in helping himself to a liberal feel of her bum, but then he seemed to lose interest, and, when the music changed, thanked her politely and returned her to her bar-stool. Tina stood nearby, still chatting to the man she had danced with, and they were exchanging cards. When Tina put his card in her purse, and climbed onto her stool, she gave Ann a brief glimpse that startled her as if she had struck her. She was not only naked under her skirt, but clean-shaven too.

‘Hey, you forgot your underwear,’ she said to her friend.

‘You better believe it,’ said Tina, ‘the guys here like that kind of thing. There’s something you should know, Ann. This club is known as the top exhibitionists’ spot in the North. I brought you here to show you what I like – I’m honest about it. Not everybody here joins in, but it can get wild later on.’

‘I’m surprised the police let it carry on,’ said Ann.

‘Oh, the bouncers don’t let anything get too obvious, and besides, there’s a lot of money around, as you can see,’ replied Tina.

Ann sat taking in what she had been told, and decided she liked the atmosphere – it might even be just what she had been missing, but she felt frumpy in her cotton sundress, and said so to her friend.

‘Just go take your panties off – you’d be surprised how much better you’ll feel.’

‘I….I couldn’t.’ She had never gone anywhere without them in her adult life.

‘Of course you can.’

She slid off her stool, went quickly off to the Ladies and slipped her little silk panties into her purse before she had time to change her mind. On the way back, she was sure everyone was looking at her, and had to check that her skirt covered her thighs decorously when she sat down.

But Tina had other ideas, and quickly hooked up the hem while nobody was looking in their direction. She said, ‘Christ, it’s like the fucking Matto Grosso up there. You’ll have to take a razor to that lot, girl, or nobody will be able to find their way through.’

‘You’re so fucking crude,’ laughed Ann, but Tina’s point was made – she just didn’t know how to get around to the subject with her husband.

Ann was more a spectator than anything for the rest of the evening, but did get asked for a couple of dances, one of them a fast one, when she was in mortal dread of whirling around so fast that her skirt rose up, revealing her hairy quim. She suspected that Tina could easily have gone off with at least one of her partners during the dancing, but out of respect for her friend, they simply exchanged telephone numbers, and the two girls left together at about one o’clock.

‘Well,’ asked Tina, as she dropped Ann off at home, ‘ are we on again, or what?’

‘Sure,’ said Ann, ‘but only if you’ll come shopping with me on Saturday.’

‘OK, it’s a deal,’ she agreed, grinning.

Trevor was already in bed, snoring peacefully, when Ann got in, and she was relieved about that. She lay awake for a time, thinking that more than the odd evening was about to change for her. The club, and her friend’s revelation, had opened up a new and exciting range of possibilities to her – probably pointed out to her what her true inclinations might be.

Trevor always went to work first in the morning, and Ann took a good half hour longer to get ready. Next morning, she spent an age in front of the mirror, then took the scissors to her pubic thatch, trimming it down to a neat little patch. ‘That can go later,’ she thought to herself, then started going through her clothes, tut-tutting to herself all the time. She really didn’t have anything that fitted how she now wanted to see herself - more importantly, how she wanted to “display “herself. She managed to find a half-bra that she had bought to go under something or other some time ago, and cinching it on, discovered that she could persuade her nipples to peep out just above the fabric. Under a thin silk blouse, this might be just the thing for the office. A pleated plaid miniskirt went well with it, coming down to mid-thigh, and she just wondered if she dared go without panties all day at the office. She rehearsed situations which might occur – taking dictation, sitting in on meetings and so forth, and decided to give it a go. She felt really good when she put on a pair of stilettos and went out to catch the bus, drawing more than a few glances on her journey to the office.

Tina noticed immediately the change in her friend, and remarked upon it: ‘I hope I haven’t fucked with your life, Ann?’

‘Tina, if you have, it was because it needed fucking with, darling. I feel reborn.’

Saturday came, and Trevor seemed completely without interest when Ann announced she was going shopping. Not for the first time, she wondered if he had another woman.

She met Tina in town – parking being nigh-impossible – and they set about their spree. Ann had already decided to throw out more than half her clothes, and now set about punishing her credit cards in a serious way. The first underwear she bought took the form of two cruel-looking corsets, which Tina approved so much that she bought one too. They were harshly whale-boned, to cinch the waist in tightly, and incorporated a push up bra, which would leave the nipples free. At the hem, they left the buttocks bare, and had long garter-straps. Then she bought two skimpy satin garter-belts and several pairs of stockings to go with them. She pondered over open-crotch panties and tights, but Tina thought they were a bit passé.

Next she turned her attention to dresses and skirts, and chose several which had the two girls giggling in the changing booths. Ann had always looked elegant in evening wear, and was sensational in a backless grey silk dress, which finally zapped her credit limit on one of her cards. It left enough on one of the others for a pair of shoes, she said.

‘But you’ve already got lots of nice shoes,’ said Tina, ‘I’ve seen them. Come on, I’ve got a better idea.’

‘Where are we going now?’ asked Ann, ‘my feet are killing me.’

‘It’s not your feet you’ve got to worry about,’ said Tina, and steered her up a dingy back street.

‘TATTOOS AND PIERCING’ said the handwritten sign above the window.

‘Oh no, you don’t,’ said Ann.

‘I will if you will,’ said Tina.

‘But where?’ asked Ann, rolling her eyes.

‘Where do you think? Come on.’

Before she could protest further, Tina had dragged her into the shop, where a much-pierced young woman with orange hair was reading a magazine.

‘Reluctant, is she?’ said the girl, ‘well nobody’s going to force you, dear.’

She drew back a curtain, and a young guy appeared, dressed in a white lab-coat.

‘You’re alright, everything’s properly sterilised, you know,’ he said, ‘what is it you want, girls, nipple rings, tongue, navel, clit hood, labia?’

Ann was rendered speechless, but Tina calmly said, ‘Clit hood for now – and could I have a look at some rings?’

Wide-eyed, Anne watched as Tina chose a silver ring about a centimetre in diameter, then casually got up on to a chair such as she had so recently sat upon at the hospital, with stirrups for her legs.

The guy masked what he was doing with his body, but he had Orange-hair fetch him a tray of instruments, then Ann heard her friend call out very briefly, ‘Oh!’ and he turned away from her, saying, ‘there, done! No sex for a couple of days, perhaps.’

Orange-hair turned to Ann, ‘You too, dear?’

Ann was being swept along now, and wasn’t sure she liked it. ‘I….I don’t know.’ She looked a question at Tina, ‘Did it hurt?’

‘Only for a moment – quite exciting really,’ said Tina.

‘OK then,’ she heard herself say, thinking, ‘what the fuck will Trevor say?’ then ‘who gives a flying fuck?’

She got up on the chair, and the young guy, who was quite dishy really, said, ‘ Same ring?’

‘Why not,’ she said, and he confirmed it to Orange hair. She returned with the tray, at which Ann tried not to look. It was bad enough sitting with your legs apart, no panties on, in front of a complete stranger, who is going to mess with your pussy. She felt his touch as he lifted her clitoris hood, and inspected it closely, his face close enough to have licked her, and she found herself getting wet in spite of the fear she felt. Then she felt him again, touching her, his fingers surprisingly gentle, then the new sensation, the sharp, hard jab of cold metal as her flesh was penetrated, and she heard herself cry out involuntarily. It wasn’t entirely in pain.

‘There, done,’ he said, and she looked down to see that she was now sporting a lovely little silver ring at the top of her pussy, like a sentinel.

She paid for them both, and they left in silence.

‘Phew,’ said Ann, when they got outside, ‘I damn near came there, and now I’m sore, but I suppose it’ll pass.’

‘They say so, yes,’ agreed Tina.

Ann spent the rest of the way home wondering what she was going to say to Trevor, but he was still at the football when she got home, and went straight out for a drink with some mates from work afterwards. She sat and pondered on their marriage. Sex had not only become routine and unexciting, it had become very infrequent in the last year, and she just wondered if it were her fault.

‘No sex for a few days,’ the man had said, but there were ways and means, and Trevor used to love a good blow job. She resolved to try something, and went up to the bathroom, stripped off and had a long hot shower. Then she carefully lathered the remains of her pubic hair, and very carefully took off every last vestige of it, inspecting herself from every possible angle. She thought it looked lovely, and again admired her new silver ring, lewdly dangling there at the very peak of her pussy.

She brushed out her hair to a silken sheen, and hung a heavy silver chain around her narrow waist, the slipped into a totally transparent long black nightdress. She stepped into a pair of stiletto-heeled mules, and then went downstairs, lit candles, put a bottle of champagne on ice. She put on some music and waited for her husband to come home.

She knew she wouldn’t have long to wait, as he was always home for ‘Match of the Day.’ Her anticipation heightened when she heard his car drive into the garage, and more so as she heard him come through the kitchen. Then he clattered into the room, followed by two mates. They were all clearly half-pissed.

‘What’s up love? You not feeling well? Any beer in the fucking house, is there? Gary, have a shufti in the fridge. Jason, put the telly on, we’re missing the bleeding match.’

Ann ran up the stairs and shut herself in the bedroom.

For the first time, she began to wonder whether their marriage had a future, and, if not, where did that leave her? She locked the bedroom door, not caring what Trevor did that night – or any other, at that moment – and went to bed.

Next day, Sunday, while Trevor was still sleeping it off, she picked up the car-keys from the place he always left them, on the kitchen table, and drove the short distance to Tina’s, where she immediately broke down in tears and blurted out the whole story to her friend. Tina was sympathetic, as ever, and held her as her sobs died away, then suggested they go for a quiet lunch in the country.

The rest of the day passed quietly enough, and Ann kept her mobile switched off. She didn’t want any rows with Trevor, at least not yet.

Hardly a word had passed between Ann and Trevor when their paths crossed the night before, but he managed to say good morning to her on the Monday, and she prepared to start another week’s work. She felt strangely excited by what she thought of as her rebirth, and getting on the bus in a new dress, a simple button-through silky one, with the hem just above knee-height, she felt extremely sexy and desirable. The sensation of the silky material against her naked mound was making her juices start to flow, and she so sensed that her nipples were hardening, that she couldn’t resist a downward glance, to see if they were visible, poking at her dress. Before the bus reached her stop, she even worried a little that she would be in danger of having a damp patch on the seat of her dress, if she went on like this.

At the office, she felt herself the centre of attention for much of the day, and the boss wanted her to take dictation several times more than seemed normal – or was it her imagination? During the afternoon, she thought she would try going a little step further, and instantly started to tremble with nerves at the idea. Her boss, the son of the Managing Director, whose name was Justin Price, called her in again, for his regular afternoon session. He normally stood by the window of his palatial office, whilst she sat in a leather armchair and took shorthand.

She knocked and went in, and there he was, smiling, stood, as ever, looking out at the traffic far below. He turned to her, as she sat down, ‘Hello, Ann,’ he said, ‘not a lot today, just a couple of quick letters to the boring bastards we have to deal with, eh?’

He wasn’t normally this chatty, and it made her relax, as she had determined to do. Her nerves disappeared, and she smiled in what she hoped was a mildly sexy manner, and wriggled back a little in the luxury of the soft leather, letting her skirt ride up her long legs, to the lace-tops of the white hold-up stockings she wore.

He started the letter, and she crossed her legs as he did so, noting that his eyes were firmly on her shapely knees. She was really enjoying this, and knew the effect it was having, when his dictation faltered, and he said, ‘No, I didn’t mean that at all – let’s begin that one again, shall we?’

She dropped her pencil off the arm of the chair, and leaned right over to pick it up. The action momentarily exposed a little of her upper thigh, above the stockings. Justin Price was almost speechless for a moment, but somehow got through his dictation session.

The next day, Ann went with Tina at lunchtime to a shoe shop, where Tina was interested in buying a pair of boots. Tina hung around waiting for a good-looking male assistant, and finally managed to catch the eye of a lad, who must have been a student, with long blond hair and deep blue eyes. The girls sat together on a bench while the boy went off, and eventually came back with a pair of spike-heeled boots.

‘Sexy,’ he said.

‘Cheeky,’ said Tina, offering her his foot as he knelt in front of her.

He eased off her shoe, and put on the soft leather boot, zipping it up to her knee, then smoothing it up her leg with his hand, obviously enjoying the feel of her slim leg. She responded, by first glancing around her to see that nobody was close by but me, then surreptitiously hitching up her miniskirt and parting her legs just enough so that he was looking right at her naked, shaven pussy.

“What the?” she blurted, taking a step back.

In a deep sad voice he asked, “How do you choose to enter?”

Candy rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, “Oh boy, here we go again.”

Nikki had never paid a cover charge in her life. She unzipped her top and held it wide open, making sure he got a full view of the full, firm pair it had been struggling to hold. Her tan nipples pointed slightly upward, looking erect even when they weren’t.

The eyes glowed a shade brighter. He nodded, raising an arm slowly to wave her in. She passed, motioning to the other two. “Come on!”

Candy and Desiree moved forward, expecting the same. As Candy reached for her top, he only waved them in. Desiree stared as she passed, the eyes bore into her. She managed to mumble, “Uhhh, nice costume.” A low laugh came from deep inside the hood, followed by, “Thank you. I haven’t had a good laugh in a long time.”

More torches lit the way down a spiral staircase cut into the stone. The music grew louder, none of them could place it. The staircase emptied into a circular catacomb. There was no hint of it being damp or musty. It was dry, with an odd sweet scent to it. They rounded a corner into a large room.

None of them could have imagined the spectacle that invaded their senses. This was a party to end all parties. The music was blasting, it had a hypnotic beat to it. Tables piled high with food, and drinks so big they had to be held with both hands. Shrieks of delight could be heard above the din. The costumes were like nothing the girls had ever seen. Perfect time pieces from all eras, throbbing in unison on the dance floor. At the center of the room was a huge stone table, like a small stage. The girls stood, trying to take in all the revelry, not knowing where to go first. Without warning, the music stopped.

The sudden silence seemed louder than the primal beats pounding against the stone walls and floor when they walked in. One by one, the crowd noticed the girls standing in the doorway. Soon the entire room was staring at them. There was hunger in their eyes. The sweet scent was thick down here, strong enough to taste.

The girls jumped as a loud voice split the air, its owner unseen. “Well, well well! It seems we have some late arriving guests boys and ghouls! I’m sure each and every one of us are just dying-”

He paused for effect, and then finished, “To make them feel welcome!”

A low, ominous chuckle ran through the crowd. The girls stood together, rooted.

The voice rang out again, “Annd now! For your pleasure, making a very special one night appearance, to bring you a cornucopia of porn Utopia, the Beast from the East, the reason we’re all here, the Ayatollah of Rock and Rolla… the KIIIIIINNNNNG!”

The crowd looked to one another uncertainly. This was obviously unexpected.

The opening strains of ‘Also Sprach Zarathustra’ started softly and built to fill the room. Tremors ran through the floor as the music segued into a pounding drum solo. The crowd shrieked and jumped away from one section where fissures opened, a flaming glow and smoke coming up from the cracks. The drums continued to pound as the fissures formed a circle, big chunks of the floor falling into it. Smoke belched from the hole as tendrils of fire danced upward. The drums rolled, a full band kicked in behind a driving beat punctuated with hot riffs from a horn section. The flames swirled, forming an inverted funnel of fire.

Something was rising inside the tube.

The crowd reacted with screaming, nearly orgasmic applause. It seemed oddly staged, with no genuine emotion behind it. The hysteria amplified as the curtain of flame lifted, revealing a figure wearing a white sequined jumpsuit, jet black pompadour with mutton chop sideburns, and silver framed sunglasses with black lenses.

It was a grotesque parody of the real thing, grossly overweight. Rolls of fat jiggled obscenely over and under a gaudy wide belt that fought to contain the gut behind it. Around its neck was a stained white scarf that it used constantly to wipe its sweaty, bloated face. Someone handed it a microphone.

It lurched drunkenly onto the stone table and began to sing, completely off key, forgetting some words and slurring the rest. As the song finished, it struck karate poses to punch the ending, staggering comically, and finally falling on its fat sweaty ass.

It lifted a leg, farted loudly and mumbled, “Thangk yuh verra musch.”

The crowd shrieked its admiration. Each of them seemed to be trying to out do the other, to yell louder, clap harder as if seeking some sort of approval. They began to clap in unison, and chanted its name. “El-vis! El-vis! El-vis!”

The crowd swarmed around the small ’stage’, still chanting. It rolled to its back, basking in their adoration. Despite their fervor, there was an undertone of fear. One of them leaned forward, and whispered in its ear. It sat up instantly, suddenly very aware, and very focused. It looked at the girls and smiled, its lips pulling back, like an animal baring its fangs.

Nikki’s normally sure voice quavered with terror. “We’ve gotta get out of here, Now!”

Candy shook, unable to move, unable to speak.

Desiree was amazingly calm, telling them, “It’s too late. We have to stay for now.”

From above, they heard the clock strike 11.

The crowd parted, creating a wide aisle between ‘Elvis’ and the girls. It began rubbing its chubby hands together rapidly. “Oh mah-yun! Oh mayun-oh mayun-oh mayun!” It leaped from the table with a deceptive agility. The ridiculous costume shifted, revealing the true nature of the beast wearing it. Globs of flesh peeled away, plopping wetly to the floor and melting into greasy stains.

It chose a form that it knew would scare them the most, the classic red skinned, horned, long tailed, big dicked demon. “Oh yeah!” he cried happily, “It’s time for some real entertainment!”

The crowd cheered wildly, relieved it wasn’t them.

He advanced on the girls with malevolent glee and chanted, “Eenie, Meenie, Minee- ah Fuck it! YOU!”

His clawed finger touched the tip of Candy’s nose. A small squeak came from her open mouth, too scared to scream. He leaned in, placing his face inches from hers. His cruel yellow slit eyes looked into hers. She felt herself being pulled in. A moment later, she snapped back. He knew. She felt his scaly grip around her arm.

He stood and asked the crowd loudly, “What night is it?”

“Halloweeeeeeen!” they replied with glee.

Holding a hand to his pointy ear as if to hear better, he asked, “And what do we love on Halloween?”

“Caaandeeeee!” they shouted louder.

Like a bad game show host, he announced, “Let’s have a taste of Candyyyyyy!”

He yanked on her arm, dragging her toward the ’stage’.

“Can-dy! Can-dy! Can-dy!” they cheered above her sobbing protests.

He pushed her up on the table, they surrounded it, still chanting. She stood, trying to keep as far away as possible from them. The strange music started again, in time with their chant. Candy felt an urge come over her, her body began to dance. She couldn’t control it, like she was a passenger in her own body.

The music pounded into her, she began to lose herself in it. Her dance became more erotic, she watched with shock and a surprising curiosity as her hands teased along her body. She felt a warm flush awaken as her fingers skimmed over her skin.

Her nails raked lightly up her inner thighs, sending sparks to the last place she needed to start a fire. They did it again. She pressed her lips together, trying to resist the sudden heat building in her panties. They gave no hint of stopping.

She exhaled loudly, with a small cry of failure. Her fear was giving way to her flesh. The nails rose again, tracing circles, still slower as they rose. The music, the chants, and the merciless assault of her own possessed fingertips pounded into her. She was rapidly losing the battle.

Her nails reached the top of her thighs and paused. The music suddenly stopped. She panted for breath, both relieved and frustrated. Small trembles shook her knees. She opened heavy lidded eyes she didn’t realize she’d closed, wondering what was next. The chant died. There was a moment of silence.

He jumped onto the table, threw one arm around her shoulders, beckoning the crowd for applause with the other. Still playing up the game show host, he asked, “Don’t we just love her?”

They went wild. Candy worked up nerve to look at them. Cheering. Clapping. Eyes glazed with desire. It was everything she ever imagined.

He gave her an over friendly squeeze and shake while asking, “Do we want more Candy?”

They adored her. The fevered chant rose again. “Can-dy! Can-dy! Can-dy!”

He offered, “The choice is yours. Do you want more, Candy?”

“Yes.” she whispered.

He threw up his hands, announcing with delight, “She wants MORE Ladies and Gentlemen!”

They cheered.

She felt a moment of vertigo, and realized her body was her own again. He let go of her, and jumped from the table. They scattered to clear a space for him to land, and an aisle to walk. The chant continued, the music started again, the beat throbbing into her. She smiled, and began to dance.

Candy threw herself into it, putting on a show for her admiring crowd. She teased them with some peeks of pink panties and cleavage, making sure everyone got a look. They loved her, they deserved it. She did her best moves in the center of the table as she untied the apron. She raised and spun it over her head in one hand.

A few seconds later, she brought it down and flipped the loose end between her legs, catching it with her other hand. She dropped to her knees, sawing it back and forth between her thighs, making sure the edge rubbed her slit through the thin panties. First slow, then faster. Slower, faster. Faster, faster, faster.

A tingle built in her now moist pussy, a damp line seeped where the apron slid back and forth. She slowed, working her hips hard as if she were bucking toward a climax. In reality she was, but told herself, ‘Not yet’. After all, she had her audience to think of. She jerked her hips, moaned like a porn star and faked an orgasm. Her eyes popped open with an embarrassed ‘Who, me?’ expression. They went wild, and begged for more.

She stood and flipped the apron away. They fought for it like dogs. Several of them were already masturbating. Candy wouldn’t stop until all of them were. The show must go on. Her arousal climbed another notch.

The music grew louder as her thumbs found the waistband of the skirt. She paused and looked questioningly at the crowd. They roared their approval. The skirt dropped just enough to reveal the top of her panties. With another look, she asked again. They answered again.

Inch by inch, it moved down, her curvy bottom swaying to the music. When it seemed they could take no more, she eased it just past where the curve of her butt would hold it up. She bent at the waist, and let it slip down her legs. They pushed and shoved for a better view.

Candy stared in mock surprise at the skirt around her ankles. She tip-toed out of it, and flicked it away with a boot tip. A snarling brawl broke out where it landed.

Candy’s mind was a blur, the attention was like a drug for her. She wanted more, more, more, and knew how to get it. Her hands flew to her shirt, pulling it up and off in a single motion. The crowd went into a frenzy at the sight of her bare tits, each capped with a dark pink nipple, swollen and begging for attention. They shook as she waved the top above her head, making her audience scream to throw it their way.

She moved in a slow circle, turning them into a howling mob. Her panties were soaked, thighs shining with trails of wetness. After a couple of fake throws, each creating fights, she tossed her top to the spot where she knew the most violence would break out. She slid one hand into her panties and rubbed herself as they fought, the other giving her nipples the attention they craved. There was an ache inside her that needed to be filled. She wanted to fuck. Now. Anything.

Nikki almost wet herself at the sound of his voice in her ear. “What about you?”

She startled, but he’d thrown an arm around her from behind. As she jumped, he pulled her closer. His skin was hot where it touched hers. A cold wave of terror washed through her. She felt something big and warm press into the crack of her ass through her shorts. The pain of a cry formed in her throat. After seeing what Candy was doing, she could only imagine what he had in mind for her.

He whispered seductively, “Don’t be afraid. Does your friend look unhappy? She’s having the time of her life, all she ever wanted. You can too, all you have to do is ask.”

Nikki whimpered, and shook her head ‘no’. Her eyes were still on Candy, who had sunk to her knees. The top of her Nurses’ cap was visible over the crowd still clamoring around her. A moment later, she sank out of sight. Her moans blended with the music and the crowd.

He whispered again, “Would you like to see?”

Tears sprung to Nikki’s eyes and the cry rose in her throat. She tried to turn away from the voice in her ear. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

She bit hard into his arm, drawing blood. He roared with laughter. The blood on her lips was hot, sweet, intoxicating. Her fear drowned in a flash flood of simmering lust. She pressed back, rubbing her ass along his heat.

His free hand found the soft curve of her stomach. She whimpered again, this time in pleasure. It was her weak spot. He stroked seductively over and over it. Despite the heat, goose bumps rose on her skin, every fine hair stood on end. His split tongue found her ear, tracing fire as he whispered, “Tell me.”

In a shuddering hoarse voice she breathed, “I-I…”

He waited.

“I can’t.” She slumped in his grasp.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, laced with intent. She felt her arms pulled behind her, and a tug at her belt. There was a series of clicks, a pause and then another as he snapped the handcuffs around her wrists. His hand snaked back around to her shuddering midriff, resuming its torment. He coaxed her into a spot where she wanted to scream for more, or stop. The heat on her ass grew, he ground into her. She couldn’t take any more.

She groaned. “I-I want…”

He pulled Nikki’s head back, their eyes locked. She felt something defile where she hid her secrets. He gave a genuine smile of wicked delight and purred, “Oooooh! That’s good!”

Nikki knew when her eyes found his, she was no longer in control. She looked to Desiree for help, her friend only shook her head. He relaxed his grip and marched her toward the table. The lucky ones in the crowd still fighting over Candy saw him coming and jumped out of the way. The less fortunate were slapped aside by his large two-pronged tail. They reached the stage.

Candy was fucking herself stupid on a very large gourd. It was shaped like a big fat cock, wider at the base. The bottom was round, resembling a huge pair of balls. She had placed it pointing up, and was grinding herself down onto it as hard as she could. She rocked her hips a few times and then thrust up and down, slamming it into her swollen pussy. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat that dripped from her skin to mix with puddles of sperm left by the crowd, who jacked off to her display and were pushed aside by the next. He moved Nikki around so she could watch Candy abuse her pussy.

Her wetness coated the improvised dildo, juicy smacks sounding as she humped herself into bliss. At the top of her stroke, the thick shaft would almost slide out, its rounded head peeking from between her bright red inner lips, allowing them to nearly close before she buried it deep inside again. It tapered out widely, her opening stretching to match its girth. As she hit bottom, she worked to push it even deeper, her wet fur clinging to itself and the gourd in dark glossy ringlets. She bucked furiously for a bit, pulled up and impaled herself, jerking through a loud climax. Her cunt and ass twitched several times as she rocked back and forth, drawing it out. After a few seconds, she recovered and started raising and lowering herself again.

Nikki stared, his arm wrapped around her like a serpent. This time she didn’t fight to get away. She felt her gloves being pulled off, first one, then the other. Her palms were moist and very sensitive after being in the gloves for so long. Her manacled hands felt for him behind her. She was rewarded with a hot hard cock to play with. Candy’s scent of lust mixed with smell the semen and his own musk. His mouth found her ear.

Candy grunted through another climax as he murmured, “Look at them, look at them come. Don’t you wish that was your cock, exploding, shooting your sperm everywhere?”

Nikki moaned and leaned back, her fingers circling him. He reached up and pulled the zipper holding her top together, her tits jiggled as they were freed. His touch on them added fuel to an inferno. His thick cock grew slick in her hands. Her limited motion was driving her crazy. She ached to stroke him, the cuffs prevented it. She groaned in frustration.

His hand moved lower, sliding down her belly to the thin cloth covering her mound. One claw scratched teasingly over her clit. Nikki’s legs began to shake, desperately wishing her hands were free so she could stroke him, touch herself, anything.

She felt him tug between her thighs, pulling the cloth to one side. The air felt cool on her overheated sex. His arm around her relaxed and moved down. Something slid from her belt. A moment later, he held the nightstick up to her mouth. She opened her lips, he fed it to her very slowly. He pulled it out, dripping with saliva.

There was a sharp jerk, his claws shredding the crotch her shorts. She gave a bark of impatient need as he began to slowly guide the stick just between her already slick pussy lips. He worked it back and forth with a twisting motion that almost made her come. He kept it just out of reach, smirking at her discomfort.

Her fingers closed tightly around him. Every time one of the crowd shot their load on Candy, Nikki became more jealous of them. She gave a squeal as the night stick parted her lips and slid in. He pushed it deeper, and then deeper. About 8 inches of it stuck out from her filled pussy. He began to stroke along it, small vibrations traveling to a now frantic Nikki. Candy screamed and came again as more of the crowd paid creamy tribute to her performance.

He hissed, “You want that pussy? You want to sink a big fat cock in her and fuck that slut hard until she can’t come anymore and then fuck her some more? Fuck her with your big hard cock? Feel that blast when your cock lets go? You want to know what it feels like to come so hard you think you blew the end of it off, don’t you?”

He stroked faster as he spoke, sending nonstop vibrations along the stick and into Nikki, knowing at some point she would give in and say-

“YES! YES!” she screamed.

He chortled, and pushed her away. There was an odd tingle between her legs. She looked down and found a big meaty cock sticking straight out from her. She ached to touch it, to make herself come, but the cuffs held her fast. Tears of frustration pooled. He took a step, grabbed, and flipped her onto the table with Candy.

Candy’s eyes opened slightly, widening when she spied the oversized hard on protruding obscenely from Nikki. The veins along it pulsed with a life of their own. It looked angry. Between orgasms, Candy was able to choke out, “Oh-oh OH! Nik-Nikki! I-I can’t st-stop-uh-Uh! UH! Can’t stop coming!” Her mouth hung open as another climax ripped her. He yanked Nikki in front of Candy and shoved the fresh meat into her mouth. Shocked and horrified, Nikki tried to pull away. He jammed a finger up her ass. She yelped and jerked forward, the head pushed between Candy’s lips. His hot finger in her butt, and her knees slipping in pools of greasy cum made sure her cock stayed in Candy’s mouth.

Candy started sucking immediately, anything to take her mind off the constant spurts of slimy sperm and her out of control pussy. Nikki tried to resist, but Candy’s mouth felt so good. So good… So… Good… So. Fucking. Good. Her knees went wider, giving Candy a better angle to suck her dick. She felt his claw pull out of her bottom, she relaxed with a long sigh. Candy’s fingers circled Nikki’s cock and the real blowjob began.

Nikki was stunned by what her friend was doing to her. Candy’s hand stroked slowly, giving a delicious slide to the skin along her length, and a gentle tug to the sack holding her balls. Candy’s lips slowly caressed their way about halfway down before sliding up again. She stopped near the top, slurping loudly while her tongue set off fireworks in the tip. Nikki’s cuffed hands balled into tight fists, her body shook.

Candy pulled up, dragging her teeth across the head, and then plunged down as deep and fast as she could, blonde curls flying as her head jerked up and down. She pulled up and off, her hand slowly pumping while she licked around the head. She stared into Nikki’s eyes, relishing the look of raw need she saw there. Candy knew exactly what she was doing to Nikki. Candy knew she could make Nikki come anytime she wanted to, but chose not to. She loved the feeling of power and control. With a wicked smile in her eyes, her lips closed around the bumpy tip, and started to massage their way back down Nikki’s spit slick cock. Nikki was oblivious to the streams of cum now spattering her from all sides. Candy’s expert mouth continued its relentless assault, every motion a new surge of sweet agony.

Despite the distraction of giving Nikki her first blowjob, Candy felt another gut wrencher growing inside her. Every movement of her head traveled to her pussy. The balance begin to tip, she pounded her overworked cunt. She abandoned herself into sucking and fucking, determined to take her friend with her. Nikki groaned loudly, unable and unwilling to stop the carnal thrill ride of Candy’s mouth.

Nikki’s eyes bugged when she heard and felt Candy begin to moan and grunt her way toward climax. Candy shifted into overdrive, the random licks and teases were gone. She mouthed Nikki’s cock in a steady rhythm, matching her own thrusts on the gourd. Candy pumped with a firm grip, her fingers moving to meet her lips, sucking hard. Nikki felt her balls tighten, the cock swelled even more. A low tingle started at the base, spreading and growing with every pass of Candy’s mouth. It moved rapidly up to the head, Nikki expected it would release. To her amazement, it stalled, getting even stronger.

Nikki’s groans mixed with Candy’s muffled mewling as the crowd cheered and came and cheered some more. They bet on who would come first. Candy’s hips rocked faster as Nikki’s jerked forward and locked. Their sounds and the cheers reached a crescendo.

Candy jammed herself down onto the gourd, grinding her clit into some little nubs at the base. She was on the edge, one more pass would do it. Nikki gritted her teeth as Candy’s mouth and fingers blasted hot shivers of sparks to still another level.

Suddenly it all flowed together, compressed, held, compressed again, and then exploded in pulse after pulse of incredible release. It went on and on, but not long enough. The pulsing ebbed, slowed and finally stopped. Candy gave a grunt as her own explosion took her, Nikki gave one last spurt as she did. They panted, Nikki was weak. The crowd went wild, showering them with applause and sperm.

Nikki’s cum ran down Candy’s chin. The first blasts had come so fast and hard, she couldn’t keep up. It seemed like Nikki had come forever, the last spurt took her by surprise. She let the relaxing dick slide from her mouth. Strands of spit and sperm stretched from Candy’s mouth to the head of Nikki’s semi hard prick. They snapped, a few dribbles came off the end.

The crowd chanted for more. Nikki wanted more, a glint came into her eyes. Her cock rose slowly, pointing at Candy’s face.

A tired Candy looked up.

“Please Nikki, no mo-”

The word was cut off as Nikki aimed her cock back into Candy’s mouth and began thrusting. Candy grunted in protest around the hard meat banging away in her mouth. The rough pumping bounced her up and down on the gourd. Seconds later, she gave into the face fucking as her hungry pussy demanded more. She let Nikki do the work, balls slapping off her chin while she got fucked from beneath. Desiree didn’t flinch when she felt his hot breath on her neck. She knew he was there, feeling his evil presence.

In a soft clear voice that cut through the din she stated, “There’s no need for your tricks. I know what you want.”

He laughed as she turned to face him, to meet his challenge. She raised her eyes, matching his stare evenly. A moment later he blinked, a perplexed look crossed his face.

He chuckled, “Well I’ll be damned!”

She held her gaze, filled with hate. “You already are.”

His laughter shook the room as he led her toward her friends, savagely knocking the crowd aside. Candy and Nikki were still locked into their two girl fuckfest, bathed in sweat and semen.

He pushed Desiree onto the table, to make sure she saw everything. They barely resembled her friends, their twisted faces reflecting the fuck sluts they’d become. They fed off each other’s heat, caring only about their next orgasm. They glanced at Desiree from lust crazed eyes, and then turned their attentions back to each other.

Desiree told him, “Ask them.”

He waited until they were on the verge of another blast and asked, “Is this what you want? Would you like to do this forever?”

They moaned, closer to the edge, both nodding ‘yes’.

He leaned in. “There is a price. A small price.”

At the moment, they would give anything. Anything.

Desiree stood suddenly, her shout, a flaming sword. “WAIT!”

The girls froze, the room went silent as death.

His anger rolled off him in shimmering waves of heat. The crowd drew back in terror. Desiree met his fiery stare with fierce determination. He fought for control, fists clenched, gnashing his teeth. His skin moved and shifted, like something alive was underneath and fighting to get out. For a moment, the room smelled of maggots.

A toothy grin creased his face, but there was no humor in it. He tried his best to appear warm and congenial, but it came off forced and phony. He threw out his arms and addressed the crowd.

“Is this the best Halloween ever, or what?”

They cheered wildly, again with the undertone of fear. He gestured toward the girls, who had partially recovered, aware of something outside the lust that drove them.

“Have I not given you entertainment?”

They cheered again, it sounded like canned applause.

“Have you not enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh?”

Another fake cheer.

“And yet, on this night, when our worlds are closest, this girl-” He pointed to Desiree, and continued, “Wants to spoil all our fun.”

They booed, as if on cue.

He raised his voice dramatically. “She wants us to take off our pretty costumes!”

They booed again, moving toward her.

In a sad voice filled with crocodile tears, he said softly, “She wants…she wants to see..the truth.”

They stopped, horrified.

His voice and demeanor turned cunning again.

“Howeverrrrr, she has offered something in return.”

He turned on her, snarling, his voice boiling. “Haven’t you dear?”

He poked a claw under her chin, forcing her eyes to his. She didn’t blink. Her smile glowed from under the veil.

He turned to the crowd announcing, “And now, it’s almost time for the Bonus Round!”

Candy hugged tight to Nikki, they both shivered in fear. The crowd cheered and mobbed the table.

He bellowed, “But first!”

They paused, he stage whispered hatefully, “The truth.”

There was a beat of silence, and then a visible tremor ran through the room. It began to shift, to blur, fading in and out. The festive decorations soon hung in ragged tatters, the tables piled high with moldy, rotting food. The crowd’s costumes melted away, revealing their true selves, the undead, the tormented, the damned. They looked to their host, his real face no longer disguised with a deceptive exterior. The source of evil, the father of lies.

Nikki and Candy shrieked in horror as the layers of illusion peeled away, one hideous revelation of reality after another. The truth was agony, surrounded by the damned, performing and cavorting lewdly for them, while the Prince of Darkness conspired to steal their souls.

Desiree demanded, “Ask them now.”

If possible, his rage grew, now barely contained. He stomped on huge cloven hooves, his grotesque penis swinging between spindly legs. His claws sparked as they bit into the table top. They screamed again.

He struggled for control. Making one last attempt at the pretense of civility, he asked through clenched fangs, “Are you willing to meet the price for eternal pleasure?”

They clung to each other, pulling as far away as possible. Their silence was his answer, and Desiree’s declaration of victory.

After a few long moments, he began to laugh. Softly at first, growing until it echoed from the walls. The damned cowered. When he laughed like that, there would be Hell to pay.

He pointed a claw at Desiree’s nose. “YOU!” he exclaimed, and then lost it, collapsing in laughter.

He caught himself and continued between snorts and chuckles. “You got me good! I HAD those two! But you knew they still had to choose. And then you chose to save them, AND get what you want!”

He tried one last thing from his bag of tricks. With her Father’s face and voice he shouted, “You are a bad girl, a very, very bad girl!”

He changed back, laughing raucously at his own joke. It cut off abruptly as Desiree delivered a stinging slap to his face. His eyes narrowed, he bared his fangs.

“You don’t scare me.” She said flatly. “I’ve already faced my demons.”

He gave a demented howl, his rage finally boiling over. A few swipes of his claws shredded her costume. She stepped out of the remains, removing the veil herself.

Desiree stood nude, her soft and pure beauty a silent challenge to him and the hideous creatures of darkness surrounding her. He could have her body, but what he hungered for most would remain untouched, beyond temptation. An inner light glowing so brightly, it hurt his eyes to look at her naked flesh. A radiant smile lit her face as she stared him down.

It was her smile that finally did him in, forcing his hand. He grabbed her arms, claws sinking in to her skin. In a motion, he lifted and turned her so her bottom was facing up. His teeth sunk in, marking her flesh. She grimaced, but refused to cry out. She had made her choice, he had made his. The deal was sealed.

He spun her to him, their faces an inch apart. “Every Halloween, from sunset until midnight, you are mine. Mine to use in every perverse way I see fit. In return, you and your friends walk out of here with your souls.”

She nodded. He shook her. “SAY IT!” he shrieked.

In a clear voice she said, “Yes.”

He flung her back on the table, she slid across the slimy surface, bumping hard into Nicole and Madeline. He tried to save face, but it was clear who had won. He’d been beaten at his own game, tricked into giving Desiree what she’d wanted all along, escape for her friends and from herself, leaving him nothing.

His speech came off as a gratuitous farce, announcing loudly, “The little one chose wisely. Her decision was a product of her own free will. She chose to offer herself once a year in return for the truth. You two offered nothing, choosing only to take. I have no power over her, as she accepted nothing I offered.”

In a final act of malicious spite, he sneered, “However, you two did accept something from me, and I demand payment for that now. You’re going to get exactly what you asked for, and the little one can use her-”

He spat the words, “Free will.”

And finished, “To choose what she wants to do about it. Enjoy the rest of your evening, I know I will.”

Madeline felt it first, the ravenous hunger in her pussy. She rolled to her back, legs spreading wide. Her hands dove between her thighs, rubbing hard. Candy’s adoring fans crowded in, eyes glazed with desire. Nicole easily snapped the toy handcuffs, no longer deceived by illusions. Unfortunately, the big fat cock she thought she’d wanted remained. It rose hard and fast, seconds later she was feverishly jerking away to make it come again.

He laughed insanely, and shrieked, “Trick or Treat, bitches!”

Maddy’s pussy was raw from her constant rough fucking. Each pass of her fingers along her greedy slit was a trail of searing pain combined with jolts of screaming pleasure. Her fingers dug into her clit, rubbing harder, faster as it tried to hide beneath its swollen hood.

Madeline and Nicole were exhausted, but couldn’t stop. Tears flowed as their needs took huge bites, demanding even more. Both girls labored furiously, slaves to the unnatural lusts they had wished for. Their cries of pleasure mixed with wails of frustration as they pushed for a peak they couldn’t reach.

They looked to Desiree, pleading between gasps. “Can’t- can’t come. So close, so close.”

Desiree moved to Madeline, who had three fingers slurping in and out of her cunt as she scrubbed her clit in a blur. Her endless flow of juices had turned her soft curls into a sticky, matted tangle of overheated frustration. Desiree eased between Maddy’s knees, running her hands up her friend’s thighs. Maddy looked between her legs with a grunt of surprise. Desiree caught Maddy’s busy hands and pried them off her pussy.

Madeline gave a loud sob at the sudden loss of sensation, giving way to a delighted gasp as Desiree blew gently, the cool air soothing her chafed opening. She felt her friend’s fingers move up, the tips tracing delicious circles on her screaming clit.

Two fingers from Desiree’s free hand slipped their way into Maddy’s drooling slit. The soft tips found and massaged her G-spot. The blonde’s hips bucked, meeting and melting into the intimate caress. Desiree’s soft touch was an irresistible summons of release. Madeline shattered, soaking herself, and Desiree.

Desiree lifted slowly and pulled herself from Maddy. She turned to Nicole, who now needed her attention more. Nikki was on wide spread knees, leaning back, her butt on her calves. One arm helped brace her from behind as the other pistoned the now huge cock, her chest bouncing with every stroke. Her face twisted with effort as she pumped her fist in a frenzy. Desiree caught Nicole’s flying wrist after several tries. Nikki’s eyes opened a bit, not comprehending. Desiree got her to slow and then stop. She gently held Nicole’s hand.

She told Nikki, “Use me.”

Nicole’s mouth hung open, her fist tried to move again. Desiree tightened her grip, stopping her.

“No Nikki. Me. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck me Nikki.”

Nicole’s eyes grew wider, she understood. She panted, struggling to say, “Can’t. It’s wrong. Couldn’t stop with Maddy.”

Desiree kissed her, fingers floating along her friend’s cock. “It’s OK. It’s what I want. I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. I want to feel you come inside me.”

Nicole still resisted, but Desiree’s soft words and hands were crumbling her resolve. Desiree touched her face. Nicole’s hand relaxed, and slid tiredly off her throbbing dick. Desiree circled her fingers, gently stroking its length.

She breathed in Nicole’s ear, “I want you to fuck me Nicole. I want to know how you feel inside me. Don’t you want to know how it feels inside me? In my pussy? Fuck me Nicole. Fuck me and fuck me and fuck me until you come. Come inside me Nicole, come in my pussy.”

Nicole still resisted, it felt wrong somehow. Desiree played her trump card. She looked deep into Nicole’s eyes, making sure Nicole would fully understand what she said next.

“I want to be your first, and I want you to be mine.”

Nicole caved. How could she say ‘no’ to that? The light went on in her eyes, her cock twitched. If that’s what she wanted, that’s what she’d get. She gave Desiree her best ‘dirty girl’ smile.

Desiree moved to all fours, head down, bottom up in a submissive pose of unspoken invitation. She waited nervously for its acceptance. Nicole slid behind her and began rubbing her dripping cock head along the girl’s slit, savoring the feel of her smooth, shaved outer lips. Desiree cooed, rocking her hips with the motion. Her inner lips parted as she grew moist, then wet.

Nicole paused, the big head poised at Desiree’s small opening. Fighting every urge to ram to the hilt, she tried to be gentle. The soft lips parted as Nicole pushed carefully, slipping into what felt like warm wet velvet. Desiree suddenly pushed backwards, Nicole felt a quick tug as Desiree’s hymen gave way. Desiree yelped, pain and pleasure shot through her body.

Nicole gave her a second before pulling back a bit. As she did, Desiree’s pussy gave an involuntary twitch, squeezing around Nicole’s aching hardness. Nicole took a breath and began exploring her way deeper into Desiree.

Madeline had recovered and needed more, driven by relentless desire. She looked up, shocked to see Nicole behind Desiree, fucking her. Desiree’s face shifted from small grimaces of pain to a sweet bliss as Nicole moved deeper, stretching her tightness. It hurt so good. Desiree made two tiny fists and looked back as Nicole hit bottom. Nicole still had over an inch of hard cock to offer. She pulled back about halfway, and eased in again. This time was easier, Desiree was wetter by the second. Desiree gave a long groan as Nicole started moving in and out of her.

It took every ounce of will power Nicole had left to keep from jamming the big cock into her petite friend. Every movement of Desiree’s felt better squeezing around her, a slick snug massage combined with a delicious friction. It was amazing. Nicole panted as she held herself back.

Desiree braced in a wide stance, tossing her head up and her hair back. “Yessssss! Oh yes! Oohhhoohh OOH!”

Desiree was losing herself. She gasped, “Fuck me! Fuck me Nik!”

Nicole knew it was time to give her what they both wanted. She slapped Desiree hard on the ass and grabbed her by the hips. The big cock was not waiting any longer, it needed to fuck.

Nicole thought, ‘You’re gonna be sore tomorrow bitch!’ Her hips pushed hard, driving deeper, picking up speed. Desiree met Nicole’s jabs, giving what she was getting. Maddy couldn’t take any more. She scooted forward, toward Desiree’s face. Her boot touched Desiree’s arm. Desiree opened shining eyes and smiled, body jerking as she was pumped from behind. She pulled Madeline to her, and buried her face in pussy.

Nicole’s thrusts traveled through Desiree, who licked Maddy in time with them. Each girl was lost in her own private pleasure. Nicole with the feeling of Desiree’s pussy around her. Desiree getting fucked hard by Nicole getting her first fuck, as Madeline’s first experience with another girl came from Desiree, whose first taste of a woman drove her to lick Maddy to peaks just beyond the line of sanity. Desiree was using them as much as they used her.

She broke and screamed, “Ohhhhhh! Harder! Fuck! Me! HARDER!”

Nicole grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. She used it to pull Desiree deeper on to her raging prick. When Desiree didn’t move fast enough, she smacked her ass and yanked again. Desiree grunted each time the cock invaded her, harder. Faster.

She planted her mouth back on Maddy, sounds muffled as she licked and sucked harder and faster on Madeline’s clit, coinciding with Nicole’s cock pounding her from behind, taking it all.

He looked on, ruefully enjoying the show, knowing that once again, the truth had defeated him. He stroked his own cock slowly, thinking ahead to next year. He knew no matter what he came up with, that hot little bitch would love every second of it. The girls’ sounds grew, each one careening toward her own climax. Nicole felt her balls tighten, she knew it wouldn’t be long. Desiree felt the cock fucking her swell even more, the thought of Nicole coming inside her put her at the edge. Madeline’s body tensed and locked as the tongue lashing continued. A thousand images flashed in Desiree’s mind as to how she might be used next year, Nicole slammed her back to reality.