by Ryan Ramsay
One thing’s for sure; I am glad to be in armor right now.
Chapter 10
Jerry
Jesse ran.
She ran faster than my eyes could follow, the glazed black boots and cute leather witch outfit squishing between her thick ass cheeks.
I followed her into the dark tunnel that led to the rest of the mansion.
I could only feel webbing stream across my face as I moved deeper into the realm I could not see.
The lights were barely visible, decorated, or purposefully dimmed out or broken. They were really making us work for this.
The one thing that led the way, despite the sound of pattering feet, clunking boots and threaded boots, was the green ooze splattered across lengths of wall.
Jesse.
There was a quiet reserve about her. Maybe it was the way she seemed to know everything about this world. But to be honest, blindingly so, it must be the innocent glassy look she had when she bit her lower lip, right before running through the way we came in.
My loins woke.
And now here I am, desperate to find clues, or at least, a crumb leading to the bracelet. With each greasy feel of something slimy across the wall and stair carpets, I imagine what it will feel like to win. Fuck the money. I want my dick wet in her.
I stop and listen. The hall is suddenly brightening, with candled bulbs blinking. I crouch and turn, meeting a pair of blackened eyes staring blankly back at me.
“Ah!”
I catch my breath.
It’s a mannequin.
Funny how lifelike the skin feels.
So, the theme is really even more Halloween and Haunted House-ish than I’d though. Damn. Mike’s gonna have a field day with this.
“Aaah!”
That’s not me.
“Aaaaah!” the same voice screams again.
It’s Jesse’s voice.
I take off towards it, knowing that whatever she’s screaming about is probably another fake prop in this Haunted House, but also that it could be real, considering I have no idea where I’m at, other than the fact that this crazy Mia lady spied on Simon and sent him a high technology message.
Who knows what really might be going on?
My hand is on my sword, ready. Better to be sure than meet some creep having a slice of my goods. I am so glad I took those fencing classes.
Jesse’s kneeling before a pop-up owl head bigger than a melon, her hands before her in fright. I withdraw my sword and lean down to help her. She stiffens.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s me. It’s Jerry.”
She starts, looking up and around her as the lights turn back on quietly, gaining back a certain simmering flare where they are not too harsh and not too bright.
I can see the wild look in her pretty brown eyes calm down as she grips tighter on my arm.
“Jerry, right. That owl came out of nowhere.”
“I know, right?” I say, watching the owl still glare surreally at us. “And what’s up with the eyes? They look so real.”
“Mia goes all out. The company goes all out. Did you find it?”
I smile, realizing that she hasn’t let go of my arm in a full minute.
I knew she’d want me to be the one to find the bracelet.
“Not yet. Wanna look for it with me?”
She pauses, hesitant. Shyly, she slips her head low.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, tipping my finger at the base of her chin.
God, it’s soft.
“You look really nice in that outfit. Early Crusade?”
“King George’s times. Keen eye.”
She snickers.
The hallway is empty and darkening, and the two souls that we are still have hands locked on one another.
Her jaw quivers as I lean closer, trying to offer a man’s protection in more than an arm’s warmth.
“Nice Witch ass you’ve got there.”
“Wanna touch it?”
“Definitely.”
I reach down and grab ahold of her leather-glad ass, and she smiles.
I can tell that she’s innocent, but ready to not be innocent anymore.
This is definitely quite the Halloween treat.
Her lips offer warmth unfettered and I find my way through them to the tip of her tongue. I pause for a moment, lingering upon the sweet essence, trying to grasp what is happening.
She shuts her eyes once more, and I find myself hurtling our bodies to the wall, where we mesh in collision, my hands all over her bare cooling skin, and hers over mine, gripping hard on metal and flesh, and where we meet, lip sliding over glistening lip, each devouring the other in inflamed passion.
Chapter 11
Jesse
His tongue tastes of milky butterscotch and his hands feel like soft barks of a willow tree holding back. I grind my waist into his pelvis.
His fingers grope around my costume, feeling me up from my thighs to my leather-clad breasts. Jerry’s breath melts into my own, and for a moment I forget it all. I fall deep into the red celestial darkness and grind my sheathed pussy on his thigh.
I clasp my fingers around his neck and squeal, delighted and excited to feel his bump throb against my own little spark. The air around my head gets shallow, and his lips sway and grind across my own like we have been predestined.
My skin flares, aching to be touched more; further in, where fabric has no boundaries.
I’m making out with a billionaire.
Is this what they do during their free time, hunt for strangers and hope to win some really expensive, untouched pussy?
Is this how they all are?
I linger my exhale on his warm lip and think, for a split second, how much I’ve been missing out. I fall back and devour every inch of his mouth with my own, getting him deeper into me, brushing my nipples all over his breastplate, relishing the cold kiss, grinding my cunt over and over, deepening the pain of the pleasure rocking me through.
“I almost wore a Playboy bunny costume,” I blurt out, wondering if that would have been a better choice.
Mia had told me to, but there hadn’t been one at the mall.
“I mate with you,” he says hotly on my face.
“Right here? Right now? The bracelet…”
“Like a bunny. I wanna fuck you right now… let’s fuck like bunnies.”
Who fucking cares for rules when his cock stands stiff like this?
For me. He wants to fuck me.
“Let’s.”
“And don’t worry about your costume choice,” he says, looking me up and down. “You did good. I’m under your spell, for sure.”
He slows down as if to prove it. His gloves come off, one after the other.
My back is to the wall, his fingers clear and free, exploring the depths of my skin. I shudder, feeling his warm fingertips for the first time.
His lips find mine once more in this morbid darkness, and he hoists me up onto him. I straddle his waist and grind effortlessly to the whims of gravity.
“Ah!” I moan.
Being on top, holding his hair in my arms in a bunch like this, feeling every bump and caress of his tongue across my tongue, along my neck and shoulders, is intoxicating.
Drunkenly I lean into him, excited to fall over, knowing his strong arms will never allow that. His chest heaves high and low.
His fingers find their mark, gently rubbing it round and round through the sheer fabric of it all. I let his lips go and moan quietly, my body already wet for him.
I want to know what cock feels like. I need to know. The only way for that to happen— for this to happen— is to let go.
I do.
“That’s not fair!” yells an unfamiliar voice that stops me in my budding heat.
Count Dracula himself walks into the wicked hallway lights, his pale face reddening despite the light makeup. He has hair. He has his top three buttons undone.
He also has the juiciest lips I have ever seen, and right now I can’t help but wan
t to know if those teeth are real.
“What the fuck, Mike?” asks Jerry, a little gruffly.
His hair is on my lips, smelling of pine and feeling like soft, wet chicken noodles. I wanna lick him down.
“Well, I want to be with her too. I doubt either of you found the bracelet anyway.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“You’re only like twenty feet from the starting line. There’s a whole mansion to comb over.”
I turn to Jerry. He nods slightly to Mike’s argument.
“He does seem a touch miffed, doesn’t he?” I ask Jerry, haughtily.
“I am. I just want to suck on your neck and also suck the life out of your pussy,” says Mike.
He walks closer, widening his arms and hands in comic gestures.
“Oh really?” I ask, feeling Jerry’s arms flinch at the sudden intrusion.
Mike is right beside us, smiling wickedly.
“Really.”
What is exchanged between Jerry and me is unspoken. He gets it. A part of him wants to go with it, see what happens. Gently, he flips his stance and leans on the wall, still grabbing my ass.
I let go of his shoulders and pull Mike to my side. His aura is fresh, new, like colors of the rainbow popping out of rocky waterfall.
“There’s room for you, Count.”
He falls easy and goes for my tits. I moan silently into his already moistened tongue, throttling and searching for mine in bliss. Jerry takes his chance and flips the zipper on my witch suit open.
I want to turn to him and smile, saying “naughty,” but Mike’s hands firmly grip my neck, then my breasts, as he makes my back arch to meet him. My head swims as blood rushes in my awkward openness to both men.
One thumbs my throbbing pink clit while grabbing my ass and squeezing his threaded cock alongside it, while the other bravely makes love to my tongue and neck, kissing me hard and fast in exasperated motions.
I am alone in this pleasure, giving without receiving, naked to the bone but ground over by semi-clothed men oozing with bravado and a hunger I only saw in college. I’d hear stories that boys would cum before the girl was taken care of, a travesty of sorts.
But here, on now Mike’s folded knees, with Jerry’s lips flipping my own, with hands groping and caressing my skin in all manner of timing, my skin on fire, a tongue—
“Oh, God, yes!”
Mike’s fucking tongue, flipping and contorting against my pussy, flitters my nerves to another dimension. Jerry kisses me deep, tonguing the back of my throat, his hands widening my thighs up for deeper entry.
I shut my eyes and feel it all: the warmth, the paid-for entry, the lust, the want, the hands, the heat, the static charge of worry and anxiety that someone could be watching us right now, right here, the moans, the energy, and I open my eyes to it— the lightning.
It starts like a low growl, budding up my core and through my bones, then down through my knees, allowing thirty different hormones to take over. I collapse my thighs around Mike’s tongue, bracing my cold feet together and lingering my hold on Jerry’s lips a little longer.
My insides coil and recoil under Mike’s terribly magnificent touch, and the first orgasm I’ve had in my life rocks me harder than my nipples are. I let go of Jerry’s lips and look at his eyes. They are fueled with bursting energy, ready to do what he must to my body.
Mike’s lips make a smooch sound as they leave my pussy lips. His teeth glisten.
“You loved that?” he asks.
I nod and say, “Mmhmm.”
He laughs while licking all my juice from his lips and ripping his cloak away, putting it on the carpet.
“Get on your knees.”
“Really?” asks Jerry.
“You had your fun. Now watch. Get on your knees, Jesse. I wanna show you something.”
The ‘something’ in question has to be about nine inches long, give or take a few veins. It stands out in front of him, waiting, pulsing. I get off my ass and readily kneel, waiting patiently for his next move.
“Have you done this before?’ I ask him.
Good. Threw him off.
“I have,” he answers nonchalantly. “Have you?”
I chuckle at the prospect, eyeing it and inching closer to him. Mike has no idea what’s coming next. I look up to him, taking in the chiseled chest and toned abs.
Licking my lips and grabbing a hold of his low, smooth balls, I wave my pussy in Jerry’s face, showing him what needs doing.
I don’t know how I’m so emboldened, but I love doing everything with these men.
“I might have a few ideas,” I say, right before taking his whole length down my throat.
Chapter 12
Mike
Jerry’s mouth is chin deep inside Jesse’s ass cheeks from where I kneel. He devours her in small loops, gently going in and out of her, thrusting her forward with each flick of his tongue.
I watch as these same flicks and thrusts from his thick jaw line make Jesse come forward and move back, training her tongue along my shaft in short, quick, wet and warm successive slurps. I grab hold of her black curly hair and palm her left cheek.
This is heaven. This is my heaven. And her hole is mine.
“What the fuck!”
“Fuck! What?” I scream, to Jesse’s stopping motions.
Jerry comes up for air to look at Simon, whose torso gleams a little lighter than it had looked the last time I saw him.
“You guys didn’t see that?” he asks while running to us, oblivious to the fact that we had been in the midst of pleasure.
“See what?” asks Jesse.
My cock plays solidly on her lower lip. Whatever got Simon was sure worth it if he can’t see what’s before him.
“It was a coffin room. And they have fucking replicas of each of us, each garroted with something like cello string. I swear!”
“What?”
“I swear to you. Man, they really went all out. I heard licking and squealing this way, back to where we started, and I thought I would find… wait… why are you guys on the floor?”
Finally.
“Why are you guys naked?”
“Warmer,” says Jerry.
It hits Simon right in the face when Jesse twists her left palm along my shaft and squeezes a bit of moisture on the tip, right before swallowing it all in.
“You’re fucking her?”
“No shit, Sherlock,” I mutter, hoping against all odds not to finish with this ass hovering about.
Jesse plops my cock out, to my sudden cool detriment, and says, “There’s always room for more.”
He falls to his knees, his lips falling on Mia’s already wet lips.
Well, hot damn.
They take turns swapping fluids. Jerry leans back in and clamps his mouth over her cunt.
I simply watch, holding Jesse’s back and pulling the with costume further apart, revealing the other breast. Released, her curvy D-cup mound hovers and I make to grab for it, pushing my cock along her cheek.
She pulls away from him, moaning in quiet pops as she finds my cock again and sucks it in.
God, yes. Yes!
She pulls me in deeper, prodding and slurping down and out, close to the tip, longer and slower and faster till I feel it ripen. My balls grasp and slap at her chin.
Readily I feel the surge, the summoned static that builds from beneath my knees and up through to the tips of my mind. I want to cum. I want to cum inside her folds, albeit this being her mouth.
But that’s the thing. It’s her mouth, her lips and her tongue. She is in control, not me. And I love that.
Her hair crimps in one of my nails and she moans in garbled tongue, the pain seeping through the cracks of her pleasure. I pinch at her nipple, questing, quenched and at her will.
She moans emphatically at Jerry’s licking and slurping at her underside, and squeals at Simon’s hanging cock slapping at her chick. And then she does the unthinkable.
She strokes my coc
k as if frenzied and takes Simon’s cock in her other hand. Her back arches closer to Jerry, and her balance is gracefully in our balls. She alternates both cocks, swapping pre-cum from him to me, still twisting her thin slimy hands up and down our heated shafts.
My hold on her scalp tightens, and it comes as a crashing of war.
“Aaaaah!”
The release. The lost tension. The reprieve. I watch as her lips pluck at the jets of cum oozing from my tip under her tongue, swallowing every gob and smiling as she does it.
Breath, hot and still vibrant, leaves my mouth in spasms. I flinch. I coil.
She kisses the tip and licks me clean. Simon’s build up is near; his veins pop and his limbs graze and scrape at the wall behind us.
“That’s against the rules.”
We all stop and look up in fear. Even in white, Mia has that ghoulish alien look, and a haunting voice that comes with it. She stands at the corner, where the fire must still glow, at least a couple feet away.
Jesse rises, one foot after the other and licks the pre-cum, cum and conjoined fluids off her hands. All while watching Mia.
“If it’s your wish to continue then an extra fee must be paid, as I see you’ve all sampled the wares before crossing the finish line.” She pauses. “Someone has to find the bracelet. Those are the rules.”
I’ve never been one to follow rules. I know my two friends haven’t been, either. Only Jesse likely has, and she’s quickly found out how fun it is not to.
Mia fades into the walls. Or goes down another hallway I cannot quite see post-cum.
I grab Jesse’s thick ass and rise with it.
She chuckles.
“Couldn’t help it?”
“Nope,” I say, pulling my costume from under Simon’s knees and walking away.
“Where are you going, Mike?” asks Jerry, a little heavy on the cusp of his words.
I turn at the corner and look at her directly.
“I’m off to win you, love. Fair and square.”
Down I walk this dark and quiet hallway, alone, waiting to see what horrors lay ahead, oblivious to them, and expectant of my shining prize: Jesse’s naked, virgin, writhing body glued to my cock as I pump her senses out.