Slutty Costume Party: Two-book bundle

by Anya Aurelie

  “It’ll be a lot harder to spy on your boyfriend if I’m wearing your Halloween costume, you know,” Lucy said finally, but Melissa made a dismissive sound into the phone.

  “Oh, he hasn’t even seen it,” she said. “He doesn’t even know what I was planning on dressing up as! It was going to be a surprise.”

  Out of excuses, Lucy sighed. “Okay, I’ll wear your costume,” she said, then grudgingly added, “Thanks.”

  On the night of the Halloween party, Lucy walked over to Melissa’s dorm building. Melissa had left her a key, so she let herself in and found the costume on Melissa’s desk, right where Melissa had told her she would leave it. Lucy had to admit that it was beautiful: Melissa had attached shimmery feathers of all colors to a sturdy base, and the wings were full and lush. The dress was way shorter than anything Lucy ever would have chosen for herself. It was also tight and low-cut, and when she tried it on and looked in the mirror, she blushed. This was not the kind of thing she normally wore. This was much more of a Melissa-type costume.

  Lucy had almost persuaded herself to just wear the wings with her own clothes underneath when she remembered what Melissa had said about Halloween. It was a chance to pretend to be someone else. Actually, that didn’t sound so unappealing. Standing there in Melissa’s dorm room, decked out in her costume, about to go to the Halloween party to find her sexy boyfriend, Lucy decided that she would pretend.

  She would pretend to be Melissa.

  So she kept the dress on. She was almost out the door when she noticed one last piece of the costume. It was a masquerade mask, red and shimmery, and Lucy fastened it to her face before examining herself in the mirror. She looked good, she had to admit. And completely, totally, utterly unlike herself.

  Lucy headed out to the Halloween party, wishing that she had a friend to go with her. It would’ve been so much more fun with Melissa around. But when she arrived at the large house, she realized that it didn’t matter. The place was packed, and she was quite certain that no one would even notice that she’d arrived alone.

  And everyone was in costume. Silently thanking Melissa, Lucy headed down the darkened hall to see if she could find anyone she knew. It was true: if she had come to this party without a costume, she would have felt out of place. Melissa always knew best. She was glad that this time, she had listened.

  A voice was booming out over a loudspeaker from another room, but it was so loud in the house that Lucy couldn’t tell what was being said. She wandered through the maze of rooms toward the voice, and when she came out into the living room she knew she’d found the source of the sound. The room was packed, and Jake, a guy she vaguely recognized as being the house’s owner and the host of the Halloween party, was standing up at the front along with a dozen or so scantily clad women. He was walking up and down the line of women, and the crowd was cheering for them one by one. Those who got a lot of cheers stepped back, and those with fewer cheers were dismissed when he got to the end of the line.

  Lucy wasn’t sure what was going on, but it looked like some sort of contest. She glanced around the room to see if she knew anyone, and felt a jolt in her chest when she spotted Chris. He was wearing a cowboy costume, button-down plaid shirt and wide-brimmed hat, and he looked gorgeous. Cowboy suited him well, she thought.

  Carefully, Lucy scooted toward Chris in the crowd, trying to be discreet. Not that anyone noticed — the entire crowd, male and female, was focused on the women in the competition. Lucy wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on, was laser-focused on Jake and only Jake. But when she glanced over, she saw the women in front beginning to make out with each other, and then, to her shock, she saw some of them beginning to lick each other’s pussies. She sucked in a quick breath. This was not what she had expected at a Halloween party.

  Yes she surprised herself by finding it very sexy. She felt the moistness start in her own panties.

  But she turned away, still way more interested in what Jake was doing. He was watching the competition with rapt attention, and she glanced back and forth between him and the object of his affection, a woman in a tight, revealing Wonder Woman outfit.

  Could Melissa have been right about him, she wondered? Then again, there was no harm in him just looking.

  Lucy stood there, packed in by the crowd, and watched the next couple of rounds of the contest. Things were definitely heating up, and she watched these women do things she never thought she would see. She was shocked over and over as the women exposed more of themselves, and as Jake called up men from the crowd and the women began sucking on their cocks.

  Lucy felt her breath begin to get shallower in her chest as she watched. It had been so long since she’d had sex, and these women were flaunting it as though it were no big deal, implying that they would fuck anyone, anyhow, anywhere. Lucy wished she could take that attitude sometimes, wished that she could “settle” on fucking someone who wasn’t the perfect man, who wasn’t the sexiest, the most athletic, the person who turned her on to no end.

  Chris.

  She watched the women lick up and down the men’s hard shafts, six of them performing on three guys at once, and she imagined what Chris’s shaft would feel like on her tongue. In her mind, she licked up and down him, felt his firmness, looked up at him to see him staring down at her as she sucked on him.

  Then things heated up even more, and the three women were fucked by each of the guys in turn. Was this really happening? she wondered.

  Swallowing, she glanced at Chris again. But then, to her horror, Wonder Woman was dismissed, and when she left the front of the room to join the crowd, she came to stand near Chris, who seized the opportunity right away.

  Lucy saw Chris move toward the woman and say hi to her, smiling his soul-melting smile at her. Lucy felt a surge of jealousy, and knew she had to step in to stop him from doing something he regretted. It was her duty to her friend.

  She moved closer to him in the crowd. She couldn’t tell what he and Wonder Woman were saying to one another, but she had to find a way to interrupt them — or maybe she was getting ahead of herself. She had to at least find out what they were saying.

  It was so loud in the crowd that Lucy could have stomped right up to them and they wouldn’t have even noticed, but still she was stealthy. She darted between people, trying not to get her wings caught on others’ costumes as she moved, and slowly, carefully she approached Chris and Wonder Woman from behind.

  “…very sexy up there…” she heard Chris saying to the scantily clad woman.

  Lucy’s eyes widened. He was hitting on her! Melissa had been right. She had to stop them.

  Looking around, Lucy tried to find a way to interrupt the conversation without being too obvious. There was nothing.

  And then she figured it out: she held her drink in front of her, right behind Chris’s back. Then she waited. In the thick crowd, it was only a moment before someone bumped into her from behind and her drink went splashing onto Chris.

  His head swiveled instantly. “Oh, I am so sorry!” Lucy gushed. “Please, let me help you get cleaned up.” She’d met Chris a few times in person over the past year, but doubted he remembered her. Most of her fawning had been from afar, so she wasn’t worried that he would recognize her voice. Hell, she wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d taken off her mask and he still didn’t recognize her. Or maybe she wasn’t giving herself enough credit.

  “Whoa there!” Chris said, attempting a cowboy accent, she supposed. “Excuse me,” he said to Wonder Woman, and moved through the crowd toward the door.

  Lucy followed. When they made it out of the living room, she put a hand on his arm. “They are just so many people in there, and someone bumped into me…” she started, but he waved a hand dismissively.

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said. He was still attempting a cowboy accent, but it didn’t sound as strong anymore.

  But she followed him into the bathroom anyway and grabbed the hand towel out of the cabinet. Wetting it with w
arm water, she pressed it up against his back. “You can’t reach here,” she said. “I’d better do it for you.”

  He smiled at her, and she saw his eyes look her up and down. Did he like what he saw? The expression on his face suggested he did. Lucy got a shiver of excitement at the thought. “Thank you,” he said.

  But when she turned around, Lucy saw Wonder Woman standing in the doorway. Goddammit, she thought.

  Chris smiled at her. Wonder Woman walked into the bathroom. “Did you get it all?” she asked, smiling sweetly at Lucy, as though she knew Lucy was trying to get in the way of her prize.

  “Oh no, she really got you wet,” the woman said, examining Chris’s back.

  No, Lucy wanted to say, he’s the one who got me wet. But she kept her mouth shut.

  “You should just take the shirt off,” Wonder Woman told him with a sly smile. “Cowboys don’t need shirts anyway.”

  Oh, you sneaky little slut! Lucy thought. Melissa would definitely not like this. Yet she wanted to see Chris without a shirt too.

  “I probably should,” Chris said, flashing them both a gorgeous grin that made Lucy’s cunt pulse, and he began unbuttoning the shirt.

  His chest smooth but contoured, a six-pack emerged from under the shirt, as well as well-defined pecs. His chest and shoulders were tanned, even though it was the end of October.

  Lucy tried not to stare. Wonder Woman was not being quite so discreet.

  “Let’s go get you another drink to replace what you lost,” Chris said, and Lucy was grateful for the invitation. If he and Wonder Woman really wanted to hook up, she wasn’t sure how far she should go to stop them.

  But Wonder Woman invited herself along as well, and the three of them went out to the kitchen and all helped themselves to the unidentifiable juice in the cauldron in the middle of the table, smoking with dry ice.

  “Want to dance?” Wonder Woman asked Chris then, dragging him to the next room, where music was pounding.

  Oh no you don’t, Lucy thought, following them. She had promised Melissa she would keep Chris faithful, and there was no way she was leaving now.

  Wonder Woman began dancing on Chris, shoving her ample breasts into his bare chest and grinding her crotch into his leg. It was more than a little suggestive. Trying to break between them, Lucy started dancing with them as well, and Chris did not object. She felt brave in this costume, unidentifiable to anyone she might know. She felt, in short, like Melissa.

  But Wonder Woman was dancing so close that Lucy had to get close in too to try to intercept her. She snuggled against Chris’s chest and pushed her breasts against him as well, Lucy on one side of him and Wonder Woman on the other, both vying for control of his chest. He seemed happy to have them both there.

  His scent was intoxicating. He smelled like Lucy thought a man should — woodsy, deep, musky. She rested her head on his chest and got a little closer.

  Then she felt Chris’s hand on her ass and froze for a split second. He was grabbing her firm butt, squeezing it, and though she knew she should run away, she didn’t. It felt amazing. It was like in her fantasies.

  Lucy looked down and saw that Chris was grabbing Wonder Woman’s ass at the same time. This discovery Lucy was less happy about.

  And then the other woman tilted her face up toward Chris’s and kissed his lips, quickly moving deeper into him, their tongues intertwining and their lips locking.

  He can’t do that! Lucy thought. She had to stop them — for Melissa. She reached up and grabbed Chris’s hair by the back of his head, then pulled him toward her own face instead. She would keep Chris away from this woman however she could. She leaned into him and her lips made contact with his. He tasted wet and salty, with just a hint of the juicy sweetness of another woman’s cunt. She remembered what Wonder Woman had been doing up on stage. She should’ve been turned off by the thought of third-hand juices, but the sweet, light, honey-like flavor made her feel naughty. After all, this night didn’t count. This night was pretend. Tonight she was Melissa. Halloween was all about pretending to be someone else, she heard Melissa’s voice in her head say.

  And then Wonder Woman tried to wrest control back away from her, grabbing Chris’s hands and putting them on her scantily clad breasts. Ignoring everyone else in the room dancing around them, Chris grabbed the woman’s tits, and Lucy felt the fire start within her. This was war. She grabbed Chris’s hands and put them on her own round, firm breasts instead.

  The half-naked cowboy moved back and forth between the women, squeezing all four breasts, and then put one hand on each of them and squeezed and fondled, his hand moving inside the fabric of Wonder Woman’s bikini top and Lucy’s dress to squeeze their nipples. Lucy moaned with pleasure at his touch.

  She was just trying to help her friend…

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Chris suggested, and as absurd as it sounded even to Lucy, she thought, I have to go so that I can protect Chris from this woman. She boldly followed Chris up the stairs, Wonder Woman trailing behind. He walked down the hallway, peering into rooms and opening doors, getting a few screams and curses, until he found an empty bedroom. Then he went inside with the women close behind and shut the door behind them.

  Lucy finally had a moment of clarity. I can’t do this to my friend, she thought. Melissa is counting on me.

  But then Chris reached out to Wonder Woman and pulled her tight bikini bottoms down her round ass, and all of Lucy’s ideals flew out the window. She had to stop this woman — for Melissa, but also for herself.

  Wonder Woman stood there bottomless, and now Chris shoved her roughly onto the bed. She lay there with her legs wide apart, and Lucy stared at her glistening cunt. It was beautiful. Lucy had never been with a woman before, and as much as she wanted this one to leave, she couldn’t stop staring at her sex.

  Then Chris approached her and began sliding his hands up her thighs and over her hips, shoving the fabric of her dress higher and higher on her body. Her panties were exposed now, then her bra. She knew she should say something, should not be doing this, but she couldn’t take her eyes from him. She couldn’t believe his hands were really on her body, and that he wanted her.

  Then he popped her bra open with one hand and she allowed the bra to fall down to the floor. He ran his hands over her naked breasts and then let one hand trail down her stomach, over her belly button, and into her panties. He reached between her legs and felt her wetness. He rubbed her stiff nub with his middle finger and she almost thought she was going to explode right then. And then her best friend’s boyfriend pulled her panties down and left her standing there naked.

  But when he reached for her mask, she stopped him. “I want to leave that on,” she said, and he pulled back, accepting the preference without question.

  Chris pushed her down on the bed beside Wonder Woman. “Take her bra off,” he said to Lucy.

  Lucy hesitated. In this moment, she hated this woman, who was her rival. Melissa’s rival. Yet as she stared at Wonder Woman’s perfect tits, she knew she had to know what they looked like unclothed. Wonder Woman looked at her, and then Lucy reached out and pulled the tight, stretchy fabric of her top up over the woman’s breasts. Her perfect nipples popped out, hard, perched at the very top of the curve of her breast, and as much as Lucy wanted to hate her, she couldn’t help reaching out a hand and stroking her amazing tits.

  Wonder Woman pulled her top off the rest of the way, and they both lay on their backs and stared at Chris. He was unfastening his enormous cowboy belt buckle, and when he unzipped his pants Wonder Woman reached out with her legs and pushed his pants down his thighs with her toes. Lucy could almost feel the sides of his legs on her own feet she was imagining it so vividly, and she couldn’t resist reaching out then too to help with his boxers.

  He was erect beneath them, and when she began pushing the fabric down on one hip, his cock sprung through the opening in the boxers. Lucy abandoned her job with the boxers and instead begin stroking his cock between the bottoms of her fe
et.

  This is so wrong, she told herself, but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away.