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All right, how do I begin?
Oh, OK – you know those letters to Hustler about those anonymous guys who end up having hot, crazy sex with swimsuit models in the middle of the park? This isn’t one of those stories. I don’t know any swimsuit models, though I do feel a couple of my female friends would look great in a bikini. I also guess you could say what happened was hot, and it was certainly crazy to me. Going out to a Halloween party last week reminded me about that night of drunken sex in the bedroom of a house I’d never been to before and hadn’t been to since.
It was thanks to a Halloween party that I ended up sleeping with my good friend Lorna Day. Now, Halloween isn’t my favourite holiday. Sure, I like horror movies and candy as much as the next guy, but I’m more of a Christmas fan myself. Lorna, however, has always been a big fan of Halloween, so it didn’t surprise me to hear she was heading out that night to a big fancy dress party in a club downtown. What did surprise me was that she asked me to join her.
“Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun!”
“Sure it will,” I said, rolling my eyes. I knew why she was asking me along – she intended to get shitfaced and I was supposed to make sure she didn’t make a scene of herself. The thought of babysitting a drunk friend in the middle of a club as shitty European dance music blasted through my ears wasn’t all that appealing.
Lorna shook her head and said, “You can’t sit around at home on Halloween. It’s the one night of the year when people get to dress up and go crazy. Don’t you want to go crazy?”
“Not really,” I replied, but she wouldn’t be put off.
“Look,” she said. “Come out with me for a little while. Dress up, have a few drinks and let loose for a change.” I realised I was fighting a losing battle; when Lorna wanted something, it was hard to deny her.
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “What should I dress up as?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m going as a witch.”
“Maybe you could be my cat.”
“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically. “I’ll go as a wizard, then.”
“Great!,” she replied. “A wizard and a witch – the perfect combination!”
I wasn’t so sure about that – while I like to have fun, Lorna has always been someone who took fun to the next level. Whether it be by the grace of God or plain old good luck, she’d always managed to land on her feet, but I knew a night on the town with her could take years off my life. Still, I did like Lorna. Her adventurous spirit meant she was always fun to be around, as long as you were willing to hold on and go for the ride.
I put together a decent costume, given the time constraints. Passing a second hand clothes shop, I was able to pick up a large navy blue robe, and it wasn’t hard to find a matching pointy hat in a joke store. I cut a few holes around the waist of the robe and ran a belt through them, which I thought made it look a little more wizard-like and a little less like I was wearing a moo moo. I headed over to Lorna’s apartment and she greeted me at the door with a peck on the cheek. She was suited up in her costume and it seemed she had enjoyed a few quick drinks already.
I’m going to sound like a prick here, but Lorna isn’t the sexiest woman in the world; she’s not even the sexiest woman I know. But she is attractive, with curly, dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Usually they were hidden behind a pair of glasses, but that night she had her contacts in, adding yet more glimmer. Add to that her full lips and her face was very pleasing to the eye. As well a fancy-looking witch’s hat, Lorna’s costume consisted of a black shirt with lace sleeves that stretched across her well-rounded breasts. She had a knee-length black skirt that hugged her wide hips and fishnet tights that led down to a pair of knee high stiletto boots. I couldn’t help but think back to my teenage years and what the girls at school would have called them – FMBs, or Fuck Me Boots. I had to admit that she looked pretty damn good in that get-up, and I was thankful that my robe could easily hide the stirring in my crotch.
She insisted on making me a drink before we went out, which gave me a chance to calm my nerves (as well as other things.) We grabbed a taxi and found the club was already packed with devils, priests, sexy nurses and randy doctors. Considering I was there somewhat under duress, eventually I started having a pretty decent time. Lorna, of course, hit the dance floor like a woman possessed. I know where my talents lie, and sadly they lie far, far away from any dancing ability, so I hung around the bar, nursing a drink and keeping an eye on my friend. She was getting plenty of attention, which I guess was only inevitable. I was surprised to find I was getting a lot of the same, which I put down to the hat. Drunk raver chicks love wearing pointy hats, and I wasn’t about to reject their attention.
All the same, I couldn’t help but watch Lorna out on the dance floor, grinding against yet another strange guy, and feel a slight twinge escort service of envy. I was envious of her ability to cut loose and throw caution to the wind, to go with the flow. But I was also envious of the men who were dancing close to her, their hands on her ass as they rubbed their bodies together, radiating lust. The alcohol, or perhaps the sexual tension that was filling the club, had awoken that feeling in me. And I know I wasn’t the only one; everyone in the club was revelling in the freedom their costumes brought. For this one night, you were whoever you wanted to be and you could say whatever you wanted to say, do whatever you wanted to do, fuck whoever you wanted to fuck. Would there be regrets in the morning? Maybe. But while it was still the night, who cared?
Eventually Lorna stumbled up to me, leading a good looking, well built guy in a sailor’s uniform.
“Mark!,” she shouted a bit too loudly. “This is Charlie.”
“Hey,” said Charlie, eyeing me up and down, clearly measuring me for weak points, should we come to blows (he finally settled on my knee.) I would learn that Charlie was a man of few words, and equally few intelligent thoughts.
“Charlie’s invited us to a party,” said Lorna, beaming widely. “This place is shit, let’s go!”
“Um…” I was about to protest, but then thought better of it. I really liked my spleen, and didn’t want Charlie to rip it out of me, so I figured I shouldn’t say anything to anger him. If he wanted to have sex with Lorna, and she wanted to fuck him, then fine. I wasn’t exactly happy about it, but they were adults and I wasn’t about to get in their way. Truth be told, I was hoping that I might get laid myself, as the mixture of alcohol and human pheromones was getting me hot and bothered under my robe.
The house was a mansion. OK, “mansion” might be a bit much, but this was a pretty damn big house, nestled away on the outskirts of town. Charlie grunted something about it belonging to a friend of a friend, but neither Lorna nor I paid much attention – I didn’t want to start a conversation with the guy, and she was starting to nod off in the taxi. She perked up as soon as she got out of the car and into the house, quaffing down another vodka and Coke before she started losing the battle with gravity. Charlie had done a good job of separating us quickly, so I wasn’t quite fast enough to stop them as he led her out of the main room towards the stairs.
Though it seemed like she went willingly, I couldn’t help but feel a bit worried for Lorna. I excused myself and made my way upstairs to the bathroom. After relieving my screaming bladder I slowly made my way down the hall; I was more than a little tipsy myself at this point, which made snooping a lot harder. I came across a bedroom with the door slightly ajar. I could hear Charlie’s low grunt and gently pushed the door open a little further.
Lorna was lying on the bed, still fully clothed. Charlie, on the other hand, had undone his trousers and was holding a not-unsubstantial member in his hand. I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, but then I reckon all men, with the possible exception of Ron Jeremy, would have felt much the same way.
“Come on,” he mumbled, using his other hand to push Lorna, who responded with a quiet moan. “Come on,” he repeated. “Here, wake up. Wake up, for fuck’s sake.” Lorna raised a hand slightly, but it quickly fell back on the bed.
“Fuck this,” he said, stuffing his dick back in his pants and heading towards the door. I quickly stepped away and spun around, taking a few steps back towards the bathroom. Charlie barely noticed me as he tramped back down the stairs.
I know I’ve been a bit of an ass about the guy, but I give Charlie credit. If he was going to have sloppy, unsatisfying, drunken sex with a girl, well then by God, she was going to be awake to not enjoy it, too.
I walked into the bedroom and closed the door. I sighed as I sat down on the bed and gently poked Lorna. I figured it was as good a time as any for us to make our leave.
“Hey,” I said, then again a little louder. “Hey, you sleaze, wake up.”
Lorna groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She looked up at me through half-closed eyes and smiled.
“Hey, Mark,” she said. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and turned her head slowly. “Where’s Charlie?,” she asked.
“He went back downstairs,” I said. “I don’t think he appreciated you falling asleep on him.” Lorna frowned, rubbing her forehead with one hand.
“Aww, shit,” she mumbled. “I was gonna fuck him.”
“Classy,” I replied.
“It’s not funny,” she snapped like a petulant child. “He looked really good. I was all ready… aww, fuck.” She fell back onto the bed. “I was looking forward to it. Now I’m just horny.”
Join the club, I thought. And it was there, looking at my friend in her tight shirt and skirt combo, her fishnets and her Fuck Me Boots, that I considered taking advantage of Charlie’s missed opportunity.
Yeah, I know, I’m a bastard. I tried to london escorts rationalise it – she was horny, I was horny, and if two horny adults want to have sex, who’s to say they couldn’t? Of course, my conscience kicked in. You know in a cartoon, if someone has to make a moral decision, a little angel and a little devil pop up on their shoulders? Well, I felt like that happened to me. The angel was pretty adamant that I stop whatever I was thinking about immediately. He made a good argument, too.
“You’re both drunk,” he squeaked. “She’s very drunk. Do you want to risk losing your friendship for meaningless sex? You don’t even have any protection! This is absurd!”
My devil’s argument was much more succinct.
“Mark,” he said. “Fuck that ass.” I couldn’t argue with that.
I leaned down over Lorna and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. I smiled and leaned in for another kiss, which she reciprocated. I figured if I was going to be a bastard, I didn’t have to be a total bastard. I could take things slowly at first and make sure she really wanted this.
Her hand on my groin told me she probably did. I cupped one of her breasts and gently squeezed, eliciting a soft moan from Lorna. I ran my fingers across her chest and found her hardening nipple, which I poked and pinched through her shirt. Meanwhile, her hand continued to rub up and down my crotch, and my dick quickly swelled against her touch. She pulled my robe out of the way and fumbled for the fly of my trousers. Clearly, she wasn’t looking for an evening of tantric lovemaking, but I didn’t want this to be over too quickly. After all, I didn’t know if I was ever going to get another time with her. I figured I might as well enjoy Lorna’s body while I had the chance.
I pushed the shirt up over her breasts, which were encased in a black lace bra. I pulled the cups down easily, releasing her heavy tits with their dark pink areola. Lorna’s nipples were rigid and as I twisted them some more she moaned again, raising her hips off the bed. I couldn’t resist a taste and wrapped my lips around one of the hard buds.
“Oh yessss,” she hissed as I ran my tongue back and forth across the sensitive nipple. I filled my mouth with as much of those luscious tits as I could, biting and nipping as Lorna ran her hands through my hair. With my lips and tongue still working on her breasts I ran a hand down across her stomach and slowly across her skirt. Lorna raised her hips again to meet my hand and I ground my fingers against her crotch, rubbing through the cotton skirt, creating friction that had her breathing heavily. I kissed her hard on the lips as my hand slid under the skirt and found a large damp spot on her panties. She began earnestly humping up against my palm, trying desperately to get off. She kissed me even harder, our teeth knocking against each other as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Eventually she broke off the kiss with an anguished moan.
“Oh, fuck it!,” said Lorna, punching the bed. “Just fuck me, Mark! Please, do it!” I smiled and finished opening my trousers. My dick sprang free, hard as a rock. Lorna tried to reach forward and pull off her boots, but I stopped her.
“Keep ’em on,” I said, slowly pushing her back down.
“You kinky fucker,” she replied, laughing. I threw off my ridiculous robe, then knelt down between Lorna’s legs. I pulled her tights and panties down a little to reveal her juicy pink pussy. Her pubic hair was finely trimmed, leaving a wonderful view of her cunt, which was slick and wet. I licked my lips before bending down to lick hers, determined to get a taste of her to remember. Lorna cried out as I licked her up and down with broad strokes, savouring her juices. The rough surface of my tongue ran across her clitoris and she squealed, arching her back.
“Oh God, just fuck me!,” she said. I was more than happy to do so, climbing up to my feet. I lined up my dick and ran the head up and down between her thick pussy lips. This is it, I thought. If you do this, there’s no going back.
I pushed forward. Her pussy clamped around my cock and I gasped. Lorna closed her eyes and purred as one hand moved to her tits and the other moved to her pussy. I placed her legs up on my shoulders and thrust forward quickly, eliciting a moan from her. She drew circles around her clit with her fingers as I fucked her, her pussy catching and releasing my dick with every thrust. Lorna, with her tits hanging out of her bra and her Fuck Me Boots resting on my shoulders, was busy bringing herself to orgasm as I shoved my dick as deeply as I could into her. I was caught up in the primal nature of the deed; I clutched one of her breasts as I pounded her as hard as I could. She had her eyes screwed up tightly, whispering “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” between short, fast breaths. Lorna shuddered as her orgasm overtook her; she opened her eyes widely and let out a silent scream as her pussy contracted and her liquids spurted out around my cock.
I was about to cum myself london escort when that little devil popped back into my head.
“What do you think you’re doing?,” he asked, suddenly much more verbose. “So you’re just gonna cum, huh? Strange, because I distinctly remember telling you to fuck that ass – and that, my friend, is a vagina. So, what are you gonna do about it?”
The little prick had a point. And as I remembered the vision of Lorna on the dance floor, grinding that big, round ass against the crotches of numerous prettyboys, it gave me the self-control to hold off long enough to pull my dick out of that velvet vice. Lorna didn’t say anything as I turned her over onto her stomach and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, leaving her knees resting on the floor. She was probably still busy coming down from her orgasm, and she certainly didn’t seem to mind when I grabbed her hips and forced my cock back into her sensitive pussy.
Now, drunk as I was, I was still sober enough to realise I couldn’t just start poking her ass dry. This wasn’t going to be an enjoyable experience for me if she didn’t enjoy it too, and while not every girl loves anal, I think every girl can like it – if it’s done right. Naturally, I didn’t have any lubricant, so I was going to have to improvise. Lorna seemed utterly oblivious to my plans as I continued to fuck her from behind; her clit was rubbing up against the bed, which no doubt felt great for her and had the added benefit of her pussy producing more thick, creamy liquid. While my cock was lubricated by her cunt, I grabbed Lorna’s ass cheeks and slowly pulled them apart, revealing her tight brown hole. I placed a finger in my mouth and quickly covered it with saliva before slowly running it around her rosebud. Lorna yelped when I gently pushed the tip of my finger inside, but I simply increased the pace of my thrusts and continued steadily fucking her, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. I was amazed by my own stamina, but by concentrating so much on that tight little asshole I was able to hold off my own orgasm. The tingling in my balls told me I couldn’t hold it off for long, though, so I started to pick up the pace.
Lorna moaned as another orgasm hit her. As her entire body relaxed I pushed my finger all the way inside. Lorna’s sphincter immediately contracted around the foreign invader, but I simply bided my time, slowly finger fucking her ass until the muscles were relaxed enough to allow a second digit. Lorna whimpered slightly at the intrusion, but she didn’t say or do anything to stop me. After a few minutes of lying almost motionless on the bed, she began to slowly grind herself against my cock, still buried deep inside her pussy. I continued opening up her ass, wondering if my saliva was really going to be enough. My saving grace came in the form of a bottle of moisturising cream on a bedside table. It wasn’t perfect, but by liberally squeezing the cream around my fingers I was able to speed up my work.
And I definitely needed to speed up as Lorna’s pussy continued to clamp down on my dick. Deciding that I’d done as much as I could, I pulled out of her cunt and placed my cockhead against her asshole.
“Oh, but…,” she murmured, but by then I was already pushing forward. Lorna winced as the head of my dick forced its way up her tight asshole. She whimpered as I slowly moved in and out, opening her up a little more each time. It seemed to take forever, but eventually her muscles relaxed and allowed me full entry. I put my full weight behind my dick as I entered her beautiful brown hole, and Lorna screwed her eyes shut as her ass gave up its final resistance. I grabbed her hips and slowly fucked her ass, Lorna’s hot tight hole feeling heavenly around my cock. I applied more cream and saliva, but there was still enough friction to send electrical charges right through my body. Lorna began to relax even more, moving her body in rhythm with mine. She moved both her hands down to her pussy and began furiously rubbing her clit as her hips moved to meet the cock planted deep inside her ass. I knew I wasn’t going to last long; another small orgasm rippled through Lorna’s body and, as her sphincter squeezed my cock, I groaned loudly and came. I continued fucking her ass, spurting hot jets of spunk inside her. The head of my cock felt like it was attached to an electrode and my knees buckled. My cock left her ass with a “pop” and I collapsed on top of her, utterly spent. We both crawled onto the bed before drifting off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning hungover but feeling largely satisfied. That was until I remembered that I’d fucked a drunken Lorna Day up the ass, and suddenly that old Catholic guilt began to kick in. If she was appalled by the way I had used her body for my own sexual gratification, however, she hid it very well. We didn’t really talk about what had happened, but it seemed as if neither of us were too ashamed about it. And though there was never a repeat performance – we both agreed that it would just complicate our friendship even more – in the end, I guess I was right about Halloween. It hadn’t been Mark and Lorna who fucked that night, but a wizard and a witch who let their passions run free. And who knows? Maybe one of these Halloweens it might just happen again.
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