Accidental Slut, A Halloween Party free porn video

Hi! My name is Mollie and I'd like to tell you all about the Halloween party at my brother Jake's house.

Wait...

Let me back up a step or two.

Picture a gorgeous 19 year old with huge 36D melons and a perfect bubbly ass and gorgeous green eyes and the whitest blonde hair that naturally curls all the way down to the top of my butt.

At least, that was what I was going for. The original costume. Before I lost the blonde wig that would have covered by straight brown hair that comes about half way down my back, the huge fake boobs in a plaid collar shirt that tied together over my real 32 A cups, and the Daisy Duke jean shorts that ... well... my bubbly ass is pretty awesome. I still had the cowgirl boots.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending upon how you look at it, somewhere between my house and Gaby's, I lost my costume bag. I went back to look for it, but someone must have found it and took it. So, as I sulked a little that I wasn't going to match my three besties, they all got to dress like blonde southern sluts and I sat dejected in my jeans, holding my cowgirl boots.

Cilia, one of the, now triplet instead of quadruplet, friends of ours, loaded a bowl and we smoked a little weed, so I wouldn't feel so miserable. It was pretty good stuff and went straight to my head. We all started giggling soon after, and Courtney, my other 'triplet' friend suggested I just go as Eve and be naked at the party. We all laughed, even me.

I wouldn't have done it, mind you, no matter how high I was. Then, my friend Gabrielle had a costume for me to try on. We were all at her house preparing for the party, and though I was sad at not being part of the original plan, I wasn't going to go without a costume or sit the party out. After all, it was my brother's house. And sure, I could have just cut my jeans down to daisy duke shorts and borrowed a button shirt and cut that up as well, but it wouldn't have been the same. Trust. My breasts are, to be honest, disappointing.

And there was the other problem, Gaby was a bit bigger than me. She was 5'7" compared to me at 5'1". She had a 36 D in reality, while I had considerably less. So, the outfit she gave me was from a few years back, when she as a tween and it wasn't made for any boobs at all. So, it made my tiny boobs quite obvious, a fact I usually hid with padded bras. It was a catwoman suit. Like the super hero or villain or whatever she is.

But, as the suit was skin tight on me, and every little everything showed as if it were painted on, my girlfriends convinced me to go naked under it. They helped me with my make-up and we all giggled a lot. I realized at some point that it was as if they were intentionally not letting me see myself in a mirror. But, at that point, we were all in a huge rush anyway, so I thought it was just my THC induced paranoia kicking in a bit.

There were problems with the outfit. First, it was a single piece that covered everything from my toes to my neck with the exception of my hands. There was a single zipper on the neck that went down the entire back to get in and out of it. So, going to the bathroom was going to be an event.

Second, it was hugging my body so tightly everywhere, it made me feel extremely... well... horny. I couldn't help it. It was like putting on yoga shorts for the first time in the spring after a winter of loose-fitting clothes, but that same hug from my neck to my toes. It was delicious. Pot makes me a little horny, so I kind of wrote it off to a combination of the two.

The head piece fit comfortably, though perhaps just a little tight. My hair was all tucked up inside and it covered me from the bottom of my nose, curving down to just expose my mouth and chin. And my eyes of course. They had done a great job blacking my eyes with eyeliners and black eye shadow, so you couldn't see a bit of bare skin. Just my green eyes shown through the eye holes. The rubber mask wrapped around my neck over top of the one piece, so other than my hands, chin and mouth, I was entirely encased in black.

The only thing left was the gloves, that simply didn't fit. They were just not big enough. I asked them to just paint my fingernails black and that would be good enough. That gave Gaby an idea and she cut the tips off all the fingers in the gloves and put them on my hands that way. It squeezed my hands and fingers tightly, but with the tips of my fingers free to go through the gloves, it did allow them to go on my hands. Then, they did pull the fingers of the gloves down enough to paint my fingernails black.

Once they had me all fitted in, Gaby touched up my lipstick and eyelashes again and even lined my lips, since they were the only thing truly showing of me, besides my eyes. I have some nice thick lips, so she made them look even fuller. I then helped them to put final touches on their make-up, still never getting an opportunity to see myself in a mirror, but trusting my friends when they told me I looked great.

Gaby loaded another bowl and we passed it around until it was dead. Then, the three drop-dead sexy blonde cowgirls and the tiny little cat woman (cat girl really) loaded up our purses and headed to my brother's house for his Halloween party. It was a half hour drive, and as tempting as it was, we waited until we parked on the street to load up and smoke one more bowl before heading in. We were quite toasty on pot when we finally made our way inside.

Thanks to my lost costume blunder, added to our planned arrival of an hour after the party started, we were nearly the last to show up. The house was packed with guests. My brother Jake is six years older than me. My mom said something once about not wanting two in diapers, but clearly, six was a longer stretch than necessary to accomplish that task.

So, Jake was out of college, had a great job and a wife and rumor had it, they were getting ready to have a baby of their own. Most of the people at the house were his friends from college and high school and work. He is some kind of upper management executive downtown for a real estate development company. He makes great money and has a huge house. Not bragging on my brother really, but perhaps trying to explain how big the party was.

His house, for just him and his wife, Sara, was bought with the plan of it being filled with k**s some day. Six bedrooms, four bathrooms, a finished basement, large fenced back yard with a pool. You get the idea, it was comfortably housing about eighty partiers when we got there, and they were all older than us. I actually had to beg to be invited because my parents didn't want me around a drinking party, but Sara intervened and said she'd look out for me and my friends. I wanted to eyeroll, like I hadn't been drunk before? But, I played the humble, 'oh thank you Sara!' and to my parents, 'I swear I will only have one wine cooler, please?'. But at nineteen, it isn't like they could stop me. It was just the fact that I had no other way to pay for college that meant I had to be cool about their wishes.

Now, I'm probably sounding like a manipulator. My parents are pretty chill, don't get me wrong. It was just that time that I ended up in the garage last month, passed out with my panties around my ankles that freaked them out. It was honestly, just that I woke up and had to piss and didn't know where I was, so I lowered my panties, peed on the garage floor and fell back to sleep before I could get my panties back up. True story. I was not a slut, but not a virgin either. I had a boyfriend, but he had another party to attend.

I have had sex with three guys in my life. Two in high school, the one who took my virginity and bragged about it, and I never fucked him again, and the boy I dated afterwards and we had sex for the first time at senior prom and maybe a dozen times after before we decided we shouldn't stay in a long distance relationship that was doomed to fail in college.

Then I met Connor at college and it escalated quickly. So, maybe fucking my boyfriend of a little over a month as often as he had an erection and a condom makes me sound slutty? But, I never had this much access to sex, this much desire for it. And besides, he was my boyfriend. I suddenly missed him, and maybe missed his penis more.

I shook the memory of my brief sexual history, as we entered the grand two-story foyer. Foy-yay. Not Foy-Yer. In case you were wondering how I pronounce it.

The place was packed, and everyone was dressed for the festivities. There was clearly alcohol everywhere, I didn't see a person in the crowd without a cup. Of course, some were probably non-alcoholic. I doubt that anyone was planning to drive drunk. As we closed the door behind us, we surged into the party to the loud sound of "Let's Get it Started." Probably a little late, as clearly it had gotten started at least an hour ago, but perfect timing for Gaby, Celia, Courtney and I.

And how lovely that a guy in a vampire cape with paled skin and fangs ushered us "Veutiful Ladies" into the kitchen, giving us each a cup of (yuck) beer. I pushed a ninja assassin and his Japanese painted girl in a kimono out of the way and fetched a four pack of wine coolers out of the refrigerator where I knew Sara kept them for me. I gave one to each of my friends and we took a few sips, then with a "1-2-3" chugged the beers and poured the remainder of the wine coolers in the cups, so I wouldn't have girls coming up to us all night asking where they could get one. My stash, stay out bitches!

We found a corner to giggle at all the costumes and people watch while sipping our wine coolers and dancing amongst ourselves in the corner. And then, I heard a "No way! Is that you Moll?" from the voice I recognized as Sara's. I turned to see her and nearly spit my drink out.

It was like looking in the mirror of what I thought I must look like, except, much bigger breasts.

Sara, my brother's wife, is oddly similar to me in facial features and height. We often joked about how we could share each other's clothes because we are both so short. But the height is about where it ends from a body comparison. Her hips are bigger, her lips are a bit smaller, her eyes are brighter, and as is the constant sore spot for me when comparing myself to almost every woman in the world, her breasts are much larger, a good C cup.

We have been very good friends since she started dating my brother. She used to hang out with me a little to ask questions about him and keep tabs on him for her to make sure he wasn't seeing anyone else. It was funny really, I knew he was fucking a couple of other girls before they got engaged, but he's my brother, I'm not going to rat him out just because his girlfriend is my friend.

So, there is Sara, dressed as catwoman. Her costume looked very tasteful, the head piece was similar, but she had a separate top and bottom, though like me she was black from the neck down. She had boots though, which made the costume look a lot better than me parading around with no shoes at all. She looked at me and her eyes went kind of wide and she shook her head with a disapproving look on what I could see of her face before closing the remaining few feet to give me a hug.

"So glad you finally made it Mol. Hi Gab, Celia, Court." She addressed my besties, of course she knew them all from dozens of parties at my parents' house over the years. We all took turns hugging her and she offered to give them a tour of the house since it was their first time here. I hung back a second since I had seen the house already, and before I decided to go with them instead of standing here looking awkwardly alone, they were gone across the crowded foy yay.

I shrugged it off and decided to make a round through the back door and check out the crowd and see how many of them I knew. As I made my way through the brightly lit kitchen, I giggled at all the couples who were engaged in touching conversations. Not emotional touching, but the kind where the flirtation is ramped up to an eleven on a scale from one to ten and there is a lot of touching. Ninja guy was caressing his thumb over Japanese girl's jawline as they laughed and talked. Batman was actually kissing Snow White, which I thought an odd pairing of costumes, so I assume they did not come to the party together. Flash was making out with seventies girl. Pocahantas was sliding her hand up and down the impressive biceps of Hercules. All were drinking, laughing and enjoying themselves.

I smiled and slipped out the back door and out onto the brightly lit deck. It was an ominous evening, perfect for a Halloween party. The moon occasionally peeked from between the clouds, but it was quite dark outside, nary a star to be seen. The air was chilled and crisp, as a mid-atlantic late October evening should be, but I was comfortable, not cold.

I was surprised to find not many people out here. There was a small circle on the other end of the pool, with the tell-tale red glow of a joint being passed around. A couple was on the other side of the deck and looked over at me for a brief second before re-engaging in their cigarettes and conversation. I thought I'd bum a hit off that joint, and descended the stairs to the left.

Out of nowhere, I nearly screamed when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me over into the shadows of the house, where the second level flood lights could not reach around the corner. I looked out briefly before turning towards my assailant, we were blocked from view by the raised deck. "About time you got out here. Hurry up and blow me Sara." A strange voice whispered as a pair of very strong hands pushed me to my knees. I resisted, of course, but he was so strong, it was as if I didn't put up a fight at all.

Panic ensued after the questions that muted me. There were just so many to ask, and I didn't know what would be the best order. Sara? This was definitely not my brother! And I couldn't imagine there was another Sara here dressed as Catwoman. Who was this guy dressed as a devil? He had been waiting for her? And finally, why were my eyes now wide and staring hard at the cock he had dangling from his red pants?

I gulped loudly as he grabbed the shaft of his cock with one hand and my head with the other hand. I opened my mouth finally, ready to say, "I'm not Sara!" I truly did, but then, my senses became overloaded. I inhaled his manliness. The scent of his cock was so—masculine. His cock was so—big. My pussy wet the crotch my catsuit instantly and my heart started beating fast, not from fear, but by a primal lust.

And I was afraid that I now wanted to suck this devil's cock. All thoughts of a boyfriend were gone for the moment of desire. But, it was Sara's mouth he wanted. Sara's mouth he expected. I felt I shouldn't be stealing Sara's cock.

I opened my lips to form the 'I', and the thick, mushroom head of his cock penetrated my spectacularly plump lips. Whether he was drunk, or just aggressive, I'm not sure, but the devil drove his thick, black dick into my mouth with enough thrust to force my jaws open to accommodate it, though he may have gotten a bit of teeth for his action.

"Come on slut, get sucking, I'll watch for Jake." The deep voice of the devil hissed.

Slut? I wasn't sure if I was more pissed that he was calling me a slut or Sara. I tried to protest again, when my head was pulled forward and the thickest cock I have ever seen pushed into my throat, causing me to gag. I had only ever sucked a significantly smaller dick before, and almost always as foreplay to sex. My eyes were watering and again, whether the devil was drunk or just naturally aggressive, he didn't seem to care that he was making me choke on his thick meat.

Once he had throat basically fucking the head of his cock, as he used his hand to pull me on and off, he took my cup from my hand and sipped it. "Fuck Sara, wine cooler?" He said with distaste, I was surprised he didn't spit it out.

"Meyyeemmm nough Saaarrraaa" I choked around his fuckstick.

He laughed and sat the cup on the ledge of the window behind him. It was behind him to the side, he wasn't in view of the window. I could hear the music from inside the house vibrating off the windows that shown a beam of light out onto the side of the house right beside us. 'God is a Woman' was barely audible over the sound of my choking and gagging on his enormous cock.

I thought I would vomit. Mentally, I thought the oozing pre-cum would make me throw up, but the taste surprised me and it wasn't revolting at all. On the contrary, whether by flavor or the excitement of doing this thing, I found I enjoyed it very much. I almost resented the fact that the head of his penis drove past my throat where I could no longer taste the savory excretion.

He didn't hold my throat on his dick long enough for me to lack for breath. He seemed to enjoy pulling all the way until his mushroom head filled my mouth and then fuck back into my throat. I could feel the thick mucous oozing down my chin and made a conscious effort to scoot my knees back so it wouldn't drip onto my costume. Odd that I would even think of that while being throat fucked.

Then, the most amazing thing happened. For some reason, I grabbed his hips and started fucking my throat back onto his huge cock. It burned. It fucking hurt! This was the first dick into my throat and it was so thick and long, it really was like taking a virginity from me. I wondered if he was going to do permanent damage to my throat it hurt so bad. But, the pain just made me feel this crazy sense of pride when I felt my lips press against his pelvis and his pubic hair tickled my nose.

"That's it, you nasty slut." The devil hissed. "Finally, you finally got me all the way in. I told you it was a matter of time. Long ass five years, but you finally got it." He chuckled. "You'll be taking Jo Jo to the base next."

I almost laughed. I was doing something Sara apparently hadn't been able to do before on my first time. Beginner's luck I guess. I couldn't help myself, I took my hand off his hip and slid it down to rub my pussy through my costume. The devil grabbed my arm and yanked my hand away.

"Bitch, you focus on the cock, you know that. Save your fucking orgasms for your husband." The devil whispered almost angrily at me. "You only get to cum from this dick when it goes inside your juiced-up cunt. And we both know that ain't happening until Jake knocks you up."

I reluctantly put my hand back on his hip and met every thrust of his hips with my head bobbing up and down. I was still choking and gagging and had rivers of goop oozing off my chin to plop on the grass, but I was enjoying the hell out of it. I didn't know sucking a dick could be so erotic. I had always thought of it as demeaning. Well, maybe it still was, but it was turning me on like a faucet and I could feel not only the crotch of my costume, but the inner thighs as well, being saturated from the inside.

As arousing as it was to be throat fucked right there in the backyard where we could be discovered any time, the reality of what was happening did finally sink into my brain. I could hear voices talking in the back yard. They weren't very close, but I cringed at the idea of being discovered like this. Then, there was the fact that Sara was cheating on my brother. The same Sara, who had asked me countless times if he was cheating on her. I'd have to talk to my sister in law tonight.

"Fuck Sara, you are the best slut I ever had. I'm gonna cum, get ready." The devil gave me the back handed compliment and statement of fact.

My eyes suddenly went wide. He was planning to cum in my mouth. Damn, this was a first and I was not interested in it at all. Well, it wasn't like I couldn't spit it out. I just was completely disgusted by having that in my mouth at all. I had tasted pre-cum before, but the thickness of cum, at least as I saw it in a condom, or a cup when I would finish a blowjob with my hand, repulsed me. Too late to back out now. It would have been terribly embarrassing to have him acknowledge that it wasn't Sara, but Jake's sister who just sucked the devil's dick.

"Grab my balls slut, squeeze them now." The devil grunted in a low hiss.

I squeezed them, not too hard though. They were huge. I couldn't see them from my vantage point, but I wondered how the devil could even walk with these huge orbs between his thighs. I made a mental note to observe him later and see if it was a hindrance.

I had never squeezed balls before, but had heard enough of the tenderness of a guys testicles not to try to hurt them. Then, the most amazing things yet happened. His huge ass cock got bigger. It swelled in my throat and I swear, the sensation was one that I thought my entire throat was going to burst from the wider girth and kill me right there. I even pictured the funeral, photographers busy making headlines about the girl who's neck exploded and was decapitated from sucking an oversized cock.

Well, that didn't happen, but I bet you know better than I did what did happen. That tablespoon or two of cum I was expecting turned out to be more like a third of a cup. It was like my boyfriend's cum times ten or maybe twenty. I couldn't believe how much there was. The first jet of cum not even included, because that went straight down my throat into my belly.

Then he pulled back and another strong squirt hit the inside of my throat, as if someone had a squirt gun, but not the kind that shoots one quick shot, the kind that you hold the trigger and it shoots for a good few seconds. It tickled the inside of my throat enough to make me cough and I quickly retreated to where the head was back in my mouth instead of my throat.

The third pulse of cum made my cheeks bulge a little. The fourth forced me to swallow or loose it all down my chin. The fifth half filled my mouth and the sixth had my cheeks bulging again. I swallowed again, painfully, and the last squirt of cum was about the size of Conner's. I couldn't help myself. I sucked softly on the head to get the last drop out and the devil groaned in appreciation. Or pain. I didn't really know or care.

"Fuck Sara, who's teaching you new tricks?" The devil whispered. "Stay here and clean up. I'm gonna go distract Jake so you can get another fix or two."

And, as quick as that, I had given my first blowjob to completion and had no idea who I gave it to. He was black, so that narrowed it down I suppose.

I wiped my chin with my fingers, which was the only thing I had, and then wiped the goo on the grass. It wasn't ideal, but it was better than trying to make my way to a bathroom with a glaze of spit on my chin. I took a deep drink of my wine cooler. The taste of the cum wasn't horrid. The texture was weird. The bleachy smell was disgusting. But the taste was kind of like a salty sauce you might put on food in an expensive restaurant.

I laughed at that thought. No, it was nothing like that. It was a very unique taste, that didn't truly have a comparison in real food. Well, my decision on how good it tasted was going to require more research. I giggled.

Sara, my beloved, sweet sister-in-law, was apparently a huge slut. This was quite a revelation. I leaned against the house, sipping my cup.

"Mollieeee!" I heard Gaby calling my name. Damn, I didn't want to risk going in yet. If the devil saw me in the light of the kitchen, he would know I wasn't Sara. I was actually surprised he didn't notice the difference from the light of the back porch. Yes, same height, same costume, but the breasts. I suppose black is slimming.

I decided not to answer and head around to the front door. I crept around to the front yard and glanced inside the window. The party was still going full effect. If anything, people were dancing more as the drinks continued to flow. The blowjob had probably only lasted about ten minutes. I hadn't checked my phone to track the time, but it didn't seem to last as long as it had.

I pulled my phone out and turned the camera on so I could see my face. It was still a bit messy. My lipstick was smeared, and my chin was clearly glazed with spit. Conner had texted me about how much his party sucked. I texted back that he could come to this one. He said he was too drunk to drive. He was playing beer pong.

My throat was really sore. It hurt so bad, I wasn't sure I could talk. So, when he tried to call me, I declined. I texted him that the music was too loud to have a conversation and I would call him later when I found a quiet place. I felt guilty. Granted, we had only been dating for a bit over a month, but hadn't I justified my not being a slut because he was my boyfriend?

Now, I had the itch between my legs to deal with. I was so aroused, I needed an orgasm desperately. It was almost painful, how badly I needed to cum right now. I touched my pussy gently over the tight grip of the stretchy material that hugged it and nearly came on that one touch. I gasped hard. I was so sensitive, I had never felt so hot before in my life. I pulled my hand away like it had electrocuted me.

"Naughty slut." I heard a whisper behind me and I started to turn around, but two strong hands gripped my shoulders. "You weren't going to steal an orgasm from your husband were you Sara? That would be cheating. Now, be a good little slut and get on your knees."

That delicious pressure again. Strong hands on my shoulders, pushing me down in the shadows. Pushing me down to my knees. Pushing me down so my face would be where it was meant to be, at the level of his groin. He walked around me and slapped the side of my chin with his semi-erect cock. I opened my mouth and handed him my cup. He sat it on the window ledge behind him and laid a hand on my head while sipping his own cup of beer with his other hand.

In the cover of the shadows, my legs wobbled and shook with a deeper sexual need than I have every felt in my life. It seemed to just get more powerful with this second cock. It was thicker than the devil's. As I sucked the thick shaft and let the head poke at my throat, I began to gag a little less even though the girth was larger than the previous one had been. The scent of his dick and his balls overwhelmed me. It was so—masculine. Like sweat and precum and I suppose just the general smell of dick. A unique and intoxicating scent. I breathed it in and smiled as his cock thrust into my throat.

I'd say it was a repeat performance on the Flash as it had been with the devil, but it wasn't. I was better now. I was hungry right away. I was told off three times for my hands straying towards my soaking cunt. I couldn't help it. I was so desperate for an orgasm. "Fuck Sara, you needy little bitch." Flash groaned as I fucked my throat back at his hips. "I'm cumming you filthy cheating whore."

I groaned around his cock as it filled my belly, and then my mouth with thick loads of gooey cum. I noticed that Flash's eyes were closed in his orgasm and I couldn't resist. I reached down my hand to my soaking wet pussy. I moaned really loud with that cock still pulsing in my mouth and Flash grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head. He thrust his softening cock into my mouth as the last of his balls emptied down my throat. I gulped hungrily, but whined with need.

"You know you can't cum Sara. Why are you pressing it tonight? You know we can't cuff you here. Do you want Jake to find out you stupid whore?" He slapped my face with his half-soft cock and it made a splat against my chin. "How many have you had so far?" He asked.

I couldn't talk. My voice would give it away. I was amazed that they couldn't tell from my lack of breast and hips. I held up two fingers and reached for my cup with the other hand, bringing it to my lips for a sip.

"Jesus Sara. You aren't going to make it at this rate. You better go cool off. I will send George, Cal and Hayden down to the basement in fifteen minutes. Go pull yourself together, make some rounds and get seen by Jake before you head down there. Ty and I will get Jake outside if we can." And like a flash—he was gone.

I got up a little dizzy. I was cock drunk more than drunk. Though the pot was definitely still hazing my brain a bit. What the hell was Sara up to? Why wasn't she allowed to cum? Why was she sucking off so many guys? Why was I continuing to pretend to be Sara? So many questions. I needed to get a break.

I snuck into the front door and straight to the powder room, before anyone could see me. My face, what you could see of it, was a wreck. I cleaned up the best I could and then noticed my small breasts. My nipples were so hard, they were clearly sticking out over an inch from the tiny mounds of my chest. I gasped in embarrassment. I needed to stick to low lighting for a while.

I had to pee, so I reached up and zipped down the back of the suit. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't impossible. I got the zipper down and then had to pull it off my arms and all the way down to my ankles practically to sit down and take care of that. When I finally got to the seat, what I saw nearly made me scream. My pussy wasn't wet. I've had a wet pussy many times.

My pussy was creaming. Not just wet. Not just soaked. But in addition to all the lubricating fluid that was now making the crotch and thighs of my cat suit sopping wet, there was a thick cream exuding from inside my pussy. I looked at it with disbelief. It was almost like a guy had cum inside me, it was that thick. I was between revulsion and unbridled passion.

I wanted to cum so bad right then. I could have done it. Nobody was there to stop me. I wasn't Sara, I had no obligation to 'save my orgasms'. But something about the level of hypersensitivity on my sexual endings throughout my entire body made me wait. Oh, I planned to cum at the end of the night. I certainly wasn't planning to wait to see Conner tomorrow. But right then, with that mess of goo between my thighs, I decided to see how far I could push this no cumming thing.

Taking a piss, when I stopped admiring my messy cunt, was a nearly orgasmic event in itself. It felt so damn good, I moaned softly from the pleasure of it. I nearly came when I dabbed my soaking crotch with toilet paper, so I decided to let it air dry a moment and then leave the swampy mess to saturate my costume. Okay, I was sexed up like never before, I wasn't thinking very clearly at all. My vagina had taken over my brain.

I pulled the costume up and damn near came again when the tight, wet material hugged my pussy. I had a hell of a time getting the zipper all the way up. I had to zip up to where my bra strap would be and then reach my arm with my elbow up, down the middle of my back and maneuver my body to get it up to my neck. I checked the mirror. My lipstick was shot. My purse was in the car, so no way to fix it.

I decided to go ahead and call Conner.

"Hey Mollie!" He answered, a bit too loud. He was drunk, I could tell.

"Hi baby!" I called. My voice sounded hoarse. Like my throat had just been fucked raw. I hoped there was a more socially acceptable, yet plausible explanation coming to me before he asked. "Has the party gotten better? You hooking up?" I teased.

"No way. Nothing but skanks here." Conner answered.

"Fuck you Conner." Came a girl's voice.

"Not you Gloria." He called out.

I laughed. "I wish you were here."

"Me too."

"I'd suck your dick."

"I'm gonna call Uber." He said.

"I'm not stopping you." I giggled.

"Hey, I'm needed on the table Mol." He said.

I frowned. Beer Pong was better than a blowjob?

"I'll talk to you in a bit." He followed before I could say anything. "You are going down!" He roared and the phone went dead.

I sighed and put my phone back in the sleeve where I could tuck it into my glove to make it stay put. I opened the door and found that not many people had left. The sound was actually getting a bit louder. I spotted Sara with my friends and they were all chatting to a group of guys. I looked around for Jake, but I hadn't seen him yet, so I didn't even know what his costume was.

I looked around for the Flash or the devil, but didn't see them. I watched Gaby flirting hard with a lumberjack, and thought to myself, 'really? A lumberjack was the best you could come up with?' but I guess he was cute and good for Gaby who was giggling a lot at everything he said. I think Sara saw me, as she looked over in my direction, but she quickly returned to her animated conversation and I shivered in excitement at what I was about to do.

And then, I did the stupid thing. Apparently, Sara had no idea that George, Cal and Hayden were waiting downstairs. Waiting in the basement, for a blowjob. I shook almost violently when my hand touched the door knob that led downstairs. I wanted to masturbate right there, but I felt like I could possibly take this whole incredible feeling up another notch. I was close to hyperventilating.

The first two had been a mistake. I could explain them away. The guys blindsided me. I didn't know it was coming. It was damn near a **** if I hadn't been so willing when I smelled that scent. That unique scent of dick.

I heard some talking downstairs as I slowly made my way down the steps. Both sexes were down there. I could hear men and women, chatting, discussing work, telling jokes, flirting. But, it was too bright. They'd see that I wasn't Sara. I had to do something. So, I crept around the back side of the stairs, where the water heater was and made my way through the small door to the electric panel. I nearly came right there when I found the basement lighting breaker and switched it off.

"Whoa!" "What happened?" "Did someone hit a switch?" "Let's go upstairs." Followed by general murmuring of disapproval and footsteps going towards the stairs.

'Shit' I thought, what if my dicks went upstairs too? I decided to let myself be seen in the darkness and walked out into the shadows, letting enough light from the upstairs open doorway catch me to identify me as catwoman. I giggled to myself when everyone stopped.

"Oh, really Sara?" I heard a girl's voice sigh in exasperation.

"What?" A guy asked her.

"Nothing. Just go upstairs. We have some Halloween Party naughtiness to take care of." The girl giggled.

When the girl said 'we' I shivered.

"Close the door and lock it John, we'll come out through the back steps." The girl's voice called up to the departing footsteps. "Don't want anyone to trip on the steps before we find the problem with the lights."

When the door had closed, and the sound of the lock clicked into place, we were bathed in darkness again. Just enough light creeping from outside and through the bottom of the door at the top of the stairs to see large objects.

"You are unbelievable Sara. At your own house?" The girl giggled with a sound of disdain. "Well, get them out slut. Do your job."

I didn't really understand what she was talking about, but as I dropped to my knees, I could see the shadows of more than three figures coming towards me. I panicked a little, but figured one of them had to be the girl. I just had to hope that she wouldn't force me to talk. I reached forward blindly and found a man in front of me. No telling what costumes they were wearing in the dark. Not that anyone here cared about costumes.

When I had trouble figuring out the pants, he got frustrated and just took his dick out himself and pushed it against my face. I moaned softly and opened my mouth, taking the shaft in my hand and guiding the head inside the warm wetness. I heard him moan and I focused on doing what I had done to Flash, fucking his dick with my throat and making gagging sounds.

"Just like we practiced at work Sara. I know it's hard for a slut like you to remember, but you have to keep all your dicks happy or they will walk away. You don't want that do you?"

I shook my head with a dick in my mouth, but kept my lips tight around the cock.

I felt someone shift behind me and then settle in, kneeling right behind me. "You are so nasty Sara. What would Jake say if he saw you down here, sucking your coworkers off like you do at work every day?" She whispered.

This was such a turn on. I whimpered as I thought about my sweet sister-in-law doing this at work every day.

"You should just go ahead and be the cheater that we both know you want to be Sara. Get your hands up stupid slut, take a cock in each hand so you can get the cum in your belly faster. You have to learn to work multiple dicks much faster if you are going to increase productivity. I swear, it's like teaching a retarded k** with you sometimes. Didn't we just go through this?"

I reached my hands up and to the sides in the darkness before me and found a cock for each one. I started stroking them as I sucked hard on the one in the middle.

"Okay guys, the stupid slut can't see you. I guess that is her problem. Just keep rotating left to right every minute and feed Jake's sweet wife." The girl said a little louder.

And then it started. Just as the girl instructed, every minute I had a wet dick in my left hand, as it had just come out of my mouth. I had another dick in my mouth, the one I had been stroking with my right hand, and another dick in my right hand, from a guy who had come into the line of three in the front. In about ten minutes, I had figured the rotation from the size. I couldn't put a name or face to the dicks of course, but I could describe them by feel and taste.

There were five dicks. I knew this because by ten minutes, I had each of them in my mouth twice. The first cock was, I suppose average. It reminded me a lot of Conner's. It was a solid handful, with just the head protruding from my hand.

The second cock was just a bit longer and quite a bit thinner than the first. The third, I felt a little sorry for the owner. It was small, but on the bright side, I could easily take him all the way inside my mouth without choking. The fourth was damn near devil size. It was big and thick, a huge difference from the small one before it. It was like having to work extra hard after taking a break. And the last one was bigger than the first, but smaller than the fourth and thicker than any of the others.

Ten minutes of sucking. Ten minutes of my throat being penetrated over and over again, except for number three. Ten minutes of my pussy sliming all over itself. Ten minutes of whispers about what a slut Sara is. Ten minutes of whispered taunting from the guys standing with their cocks in my mouth.

I was so turned on, the lightest touch would have set me off. I was so ready to cum. I swear, I felt like I could orgasm just humping my hips a bit to force the friction from my costume. But I wasn't ready. I didn't want to cum yet for some reason. I wanted to know how it felt to be my sister-in-law. She did this, according to the whispers in this basement, every day. It was like the whole office knew about it apparently.

"I think Mr. Henderson is up there talking to Jake right now." The unknown girl whispered into my ear. "How many guys are blowing their nuts into your belly and then laughing with your husband like they are friends. Poor Jake doesn't know how much of a slut he got when he married you."

I didn't know whether to be pissed off that they were demeaning my brother or—

Nope, it was definitely making me drip like a river. I kind of hated myself for that. He is my brother after all. I couldn't stifle a moan around the cock in my throat though.

"Damn Sara, I wish you would just let us fuck you." A groan came as the owner of the voice thrust his dick in and out of my mouth.

"What if you don't cum while we fuck you?" A guy to his right side laughed. "Then it wouldn't be cheating would it?"

They all laughed at his 'joke' and I groaned as the sound of the thick head of the dick in my mouth, squelching in and out of my throat, echoed through the room in the rare moments of silence. And they were rare. I may as well have been a machine the way they carried on a conversation while using my mouth for their pleasure.

"How about it Sara?" The soft voice whispered in my ear, so close I could feel not just the warmth, but the humidity of her breath. She was intentionally whispering loud enough for the guys to hear her above the sordid sounds of grunting and gagging. "Is tonight the night? You know it's only a matter of time before you open up that dirty cunt to someone besides Jake. Maybe we should sneak you up to your bedroom, have your first act of cheating right in the bed you share with your husband. Wouldn't that be the absolute best?"

I whimpered and moaned around the next cock to thrust into my face.

"Oh yes—" she continued, "let's get you naked and fuck you right now." Her finger played with the zipper on the back of my costume, she tugged it down an inch and I released my right hand to slap hers away. She giggled and relented, leaning in close enough to whisper quietly, so the boys fucking my mouth probably wouldn't hear. "I'm just trying to get them off faster, you know you can trust me."

I moaned really loud at this. What kind of shit was my sister-in-law into? This was crazy! She had a female friend at work who helped her get her male coworkers off?

"Come on Sara, it will go so much quicker if you take two at once." One of the guys suggested.

I shook my head and the girl giggled. "Okay cumslut, but you better put some more effort in before hubby misses you."

I was still gagging and spluttering, but not as hard as the devil's cock, so it was getting easier as time went on. Still, it hurt my throat, but there was an undeniable thrill in my sex. I swear, it felt like I had wet myself down to my knees. There was also the issue of the thick mucous that oozed down my chin to plop onto the floor. It felt so disgusting, so grotesque, so erotic.

"Okay guys, you need to step up. We can't drag this out like lunch break at work. Jake will miss her, and we don't want him finding out or you'll have to go back to blowjobs once a year from your own wives. You will just be fucking yourselves trying to hold out. Fuck her slut face and get your cum in her belly where it belongs."

I guess that did it for them, because the next cock in my mouth, the guy grabbed my head and fucked my throat hard and fast, he went past a minute, but he was cumming soon and I was moaning as I felt the hot, thick nutjuice shooting straight down my throat. I moaned in extasy and had to grab the two dicks in my hands hard to stop from rubbing myself off. This triggered the guys in my hands to moan.

"Fuck Sara, don't squeeze like that, you are going to make me—" He broke off, whatever he was going to say from the guy in my left hand and I felt a warm splash against the left side of what was exposed of my face. It was disgusting, he had just shot his cum on my face. I was so aroused I could have cum from a tap of a finger on my clit.

"Move." A guy whispered and the cock in my mouth pulled free and I gulped loudly to swallow the thick glob of cum that was left in my mouth before another hard, warm tube of meat was slammed between my lips. Like the previous guy, he grabbed my head and fucked my throat hard, not stopping until he came into my throat. Meanwhile, the two other pricks that had not climaxed were placed in my hands by their owners.

I head the sound of a zipper over the glugging sound of my throat around the head of the dick that was pummeling it, then footsteps. I didn't really focus on those sounds, they just served as light background to my hands and throat working the penises before me. Then, the sound of music permeated the basement, louder than it had been through the closed doors. The unknown man had opened the basement door to the back yard and the music came in louder for just a moment, before he closed it behind him.

As I gulped down the thick ropes of cum in my mouth, the owner grunting. "Drink it all you beautiful slut." He whispered. I sucked hard and drained him before he withdrew with a popping sound from my lips.

Another cock quickly replaced him when he withdrew and once again, my throat was fucked hard. I had a free hand now and I had to grip my right breast with my left hand to keep it from wandering down between my legs and making me cum. I wanted it. Oh, how I wanted it. But somehow I knew it would be so much more amazing if I held off a bit longer. I figured I would need to clean up after these last two guys came anyway, so I'd get myself off good in the bathroom before I went back upstairs.

A minute or so of choking later, the longest dick of the five was cumming down my throat and then he pulled back enough to let me taste the last three pulses of cum before swallowing them.

"One more slut." The girl taunted as one dick left my mouth to be replaced by another. Same thing happened again, my throat was fucked raw and within a minute or two, he came hard down my throat, pulling back enough to get a mouthful of cum that I could taste before I swallowed and sucked his dick clean.

Each time a guy finished, I could hear the sliding glass door open to announce their exit to the back yard. It happened for the last time and I was alone with Sara's female coworker.

"Did you get your dirty dozen yet Sara?" She giggled.

I shook my head. I didn't know for sure, but I was pretty sure that meant twelve blowjobs and I was at seven.

"You want me to go round up a few more for you? Who haven't you had?" She whispered.

I shrugged and felt the uncomfortable silence. I couldn't answer. There was no way she wouldn't know my voice. She squeezed my shoulders and giggled. "You must be cum drunk again. Clean up and take a break for a bit. You need to calm down before you mingle around Jake and his people again. I'll cover for you for a while. See you upstairs later slut."

Then she did what brought on a full panic in me. She reached down and tweaked my erect nipples. If she had just immediately went to the erect nipples pressing through my costume and pinched them, I wouldn't be too concerned, but her hands actually squeezed my breasts. My small breasts. The breasts that were a whole lot smaller than Sara's. I whimpered at the touch because it elevated my sexual need, but there was no way in hell that she couldn't tell I wasn't Sara.

Thankfully, she said nothing, although I heard her gasp. She left through the basement door into the back yard and I saw she was dressed as a sexy witch in the light from the back yard. She paused at the open door, looking back at my silhouette in the dim light and then closed it behind her and disappeared into the darkness. I ran to the downstairs bathroom. I turned on the light and locked the door and gasped at the sight in the mirror over the sink. I had cum splattered on the left side of my face and a glob or five on my chin.

It took me at least five minutes and seven wads of toilet paper to clean up my face. My lipstick was completely gone at this point and I could smell the strong aroma of sperm through my nostril holes, but visibly, I saw no globs of creamy white cum on my face mask or costume.

I was a little tipsy still and my mind was fogged between the remnants of pot and the sexual need that rocked my body. I thought to myself, 'just do it, masturbate and leave.' But, the words kept taunting me. Five more loads of cum would get me to the 'dirty dozen' that Sara usually set as a goal. I wanted that before I came. I wanted to explode when it happened.

I called my boyfriend again. If he could come here, I would fuck his brains out at this point.

"Hey Molls" he answered with a clearly intoxicated voice.

"Hi baby. I need you. Please, call uber and get here." I texted the address.

"Miss me?" He laughed. "I'm in the middle of a game." I could hear the voices of a dozen or more people talking and shouting way too loud. His party was clearly in alcoholic overtime.

"Please Conner, leave, get here. I want you NOW." I begged with a very needy and throaty voice. I surprised myself with the sexual hunger in my raw, burning throat.

"Molls..." he whined. He wasn't coming. I sighed before he said another word. "We are on a winning streak. I will call you as soon as we lose. How is your brother's party going?"

"It's okay. I'm having fun, but I am really horny Con. Please come. I want to fuck baby. I need you."

Laughter.

I heard him, though it was clear he was holding his hand over the phone to try to block his voice. "She wants some dick guys, I really should go." Followed by. "Don't be pussy whipped Connor." "Whip being cracked" "I'll go with you Buddy." "Tell her to come here." And other outcries from the crowd.

"Come here baby." He replied when he took his hand off the mic.

"I can't Conner. Please baby, I really need you." I begged.

"Damn Molls, I want to, really I do. But they need me here. It doesn't sound like a very good party there, why don't you bail?"

I sighed. "I can't Conner. Whatever, don't worry about it. If you get here, you get laid. If you don't, you better not." I said with a hint of bitchiness.

"I'll call you in a bit Baby."

I hung up.

I gave myself another look in the mirror. Yes, there were definitely splatters of cum on my costume, but they didn't look obvious. I could only hope that I didn't smell like the cum sucking slut that I had become for the past hour or two. I checked the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and hit payday. Sara had a bottle of lavender air refreshener, toothpaste and Scope . Not perfume, but better than smelling like cum. I sprayed it all over myself. I brushed my teeth, tongue and mouth with a finger and toothpaste and gargled the mouthwash twice to get the taste and stench of cum off my breath.

I slipped out the back door and noticed the small gathering in the far back of the yard. There were about six of them passing around a little dot of red. I could use a hit, so I decided to head over, ignoring the loud sounds of music and talking from the house.

There were two girls and four guys and I smiled as I approached. "What's up catwoman?" A guy asked as I came within fifteen feet.

"Hopefully that joint you are holding." I answered. My voice still sounded a bit sultry and different from my heat and sore throat. "Can I have a hit?"

"Sure, but it will cost you." He laughed.

I stepped into their circle. There was a pirate, Thor, Cinderella, a caveman and cavewoman who I assume came together, and the guy talking to me was wearing nothing but a few pizza boxes. He had a very chiseled chest and abdomen and I felt a slight gush in my catsuit. "What is the cost?" I asked, stepping right up to him and reaching for the joint.

He pulled it away teasingly. "You have to kiss Cinderella." He laughed and they all, besides Cinderella, laughed with him.

"Stop it James. Just give her a hit." Cinderella protested.

"Not until she kisses you Cyn" James laughed.

I rolled my eyes and leaned in to give Cinderella a quick peck on the lips. I figured if we just touched lips and made a smacking sound, the guys would get their silly thrill and I could get a hit. But, in spite of Cinderella's protest, she grabbed me when I went in and with a hand behind my head and another on my butt, pulled me in hard and pressed her tongue against my lips. I immediately tried to push away, but Thor moved behind me, pressing his body against my back. I gave a protesting squeal but to no avail as my mouth accepted the tongue.

Then, suddenly, everything changed. The arousal I had been fighting, returned full force and I started to return the kiss. At the wiggle of my tongue beneath hers into her mouth, Cinderella grabbed my ass harder and pulled our bodies right up to each other. She was much taller, so she had to lean down a bit. I felt Thor pressed tight against my ass. His cock was hard and squeezing against my ass cheek. I moaned.

Cinderella tapped Thor over my shoulder and slowly disengaged the kiss, leaving me panting as she gave my butt a soft pinch.

"That was hot." James grinned and handed me the joint.

"Yes." I gasped for air as Cinderella giggled. I took a long drag and passed the weed as I held it in my lungs.

"Having fun catgirl?" the pirate asked.

I nodded my head, unable to talk as I held in the deep drag of delicious smoke.

The joint made its way around the circle as they resumed talking, trying to include me in the conversation, but clearly these five people all worked with Jake by the things they were saying. "How do you know Jake and Sara?" James asked.

I wasn't sure I wanted to tell them that I was his little sister. Jake knew I smoked pot, but I wasn't supposed to smoke any here tonight. I decided to make up a lie on the spot. "I go to college with Jake's sister." I said. Close enough to the truth.

"Okay college girl, want another hit?"

I nodded my head again with a smile. I leaned into Cinderella and kissed her. I thought that was the payment for me, so I should just get it over again. Cinderella giggled and returned the kiss forcefully. She grabbed my head again and started right away at squeezing my ass. Thor reached in and grabbed my other cheek and started squeezing it. The kiss was open mouth and tongues trading back and forth, with the hands squeezing my ass so hard I was afraid the would make me cum from the friction it caused on my crotch.

I grabbed her ass, or tried to. It wasn't exactly accessible in the puffed up Cinderella dress. Instead I settled for a hand on her cheek and one on her shoulder. The kiss seemed to go on forever and I knew if someone would just touch my pussy over my clothes, I would cum, screaming into Cinderella's mouth.

But, they didn't. They left me with curled toes and gasping for breath. I had to breathe deep to get my breath back enough to take my turn hitting the pot. They all made appreciative sounds and giggles during and after the kiss.

I held the smoke in my lungs as long as I could before exhaling to take a fresh breath of air. It hit me really hard that time and I had a goofy smile on my lips. I giggled and felt that wonderful warm feeling all over my body.

"Want another kiss catgirl?" Cinderella giggled.

"I better not. I need another wine cooler and to suck five more dicks."

They all laughed. "What?" James asked incredulously.

I blushed, remembering that this was supposed to be a secret. I laughed, trying to defuse the situation, though my mind was pretty hazy. "Did I say that out loud?" I laughed. "Sorry... I just need another wine cooler."

"I'll get the wine cooler for you catgirl, where are they?" the cavewoman offered. "I need a drink anyway, anyone else?"

I told her they were hidden in the refrigerator and she took the pirate with her to gather the drinks for everyone in the group, since everyone needed a drink and was suddenly not interested in returning to the party.

"I need to piss." Thor announced and walked behind the group towards the fence.

I walked back with him to the giggles of everyone, including myself. "Can I watch?" I laughed.

Thor jumped a little when I asked. He already had his dick out and was watering the fence. "Too late to ask now."

I wasn't sure why I did it. I was just inspired to watch a guy pee outside. Perhaps I was jealous of the ability to do so. I watched the way he held his penis softly and aimed at the fence, then seemed to be drawing circles with the stream of urine. I couldn't help but giggle.

I was jarred from my fascination with the guy pissing outside by a pair of hands on my ass and hot breath on my ear. Cinderella whispered. "You want to suck it when he's done?"

I looked back at her, wide-eyed and a little upset that she would ask such a thing and then my horniness got the better of me. I almost imperceivably nodded my head. Cinderella smiled and pulled me back a couple of feet so I wouldn't be too close to the smell of urine on the fence.

"Shake it off good Max and you can get a nice little treat from catgirl." Cinderella giggled.

She started sucking my earlobe, which drove me absolutely nuts, then her hands left my ass and grabbed my small breasts and pinched my nipples through the tight fabric of the costume. I moaned appreciatively. "Oh catgirl, you are a horny thing aren't you? You want him to fuck you instead?" She whispered.

I shook my head no. I had already sucked so many cocks, it didn't phase me as cheating on Conner anymore, but fucking was another step that I didn't want to take. "I have a boyfriend." I whispered.

Cinderella giggled. "He doesn't mind you sucking dicks?"

I blushed, though in the darkness, she couldn't have seen it. "I should go." I sighed. She was right of course, he would mind a great deal that I was sucking dicks. He would probably dump me in a second if he knew how many I had already sucked tonight.

"It's okay catgirl. We don't even know who you are. We certainly aren't going to tell your boyfriend. And you clearly want to do this. I will stay here with you if you want. Go ahead and get on your knees and take care of Max."

She tugged downward on my nipples, holding them firmly between forefinger and thumb. It hurt a little, then a lot when I didn't bend my knees, then not at all when she got my knees to the ground. I sobbed somewhere between embarrassment and excitement as Thor turned towards me and I saw his dick go from the flaccid state that it was in when he urinated to the slight chub as it started to grow.

Cinderella's fingers played softly with my nipples. She whispered to both of us, she was kneeling right behind me just like Sara's friend from work had done in the basement. "Okay Max, she's ready for you." Then, she sucked my earlobe and I moaned. "Max has a really nice cock catgirl, go ahead and have a taste."

I inhaled deeply through my nose, torturing myself with the strong scent of dick, with a slight tinge of piss. I opened my mouth as the warm tip of his cockhead pressed to my lips. He wasn't urgent, but he did edge a bit closer and I closed my eyes in a moment of erotic pleasure as the hot, bulbous head of his cock forced my lips to part wider. I cringed slightly at the thought that there was probably a taste of piss on my tongue as I licked the half of his cockhead that resided inside my mouth.

It is an interesting, and in my limited experience, rare sensation to feel a cock growing hard after it enters your mouth. At first, it's no warmer than a finger, and soft, like a giant gummy worm. Then it starts to grow, longer, thicker, harder and hotter inside your mouth. The feeling as my mouth is stretched to accommodate the growing organ is exciting. I wonder, how hard will it get? How long will grow? Will it choke me? How thick will it grow? Enough to hurt my jaw as I attempt to keep my teeth clear of the flesh inside?

And as all of that went through my mind, Cinderella played with my nipples and I was wetter than a spring day in Seattle. (I don't know if that is a thing, but it should be) Max's cock was, as she said, really nice. It wasn't so big that it hurt my jaw, but it was long enough to let me play with my gag reflex, a reflex that I was having a lot of fun pushing. When he was fully erect in my mouth, he started playing with my throat himself, taking the back of my head in his hand and fucking back at me as I engulfed his cock. And thus I knelt, my nipples being pinched gently and twisted slightly as my throat was fucked, when the cavegirl returned with my wine cooler.

I was embarrassed when I heard her giggle and the guys joined in watching us and discussing the blowjob I was providing. But I wasn't embarrassed enough to stop or change my focus, in fact, the more they whispered, the more it turned me on and the harder I worked on Thor's dick. There is a bit of a disconnect from 'giving' a blowjob when a guy grabs your head and fucks your mouth and throat instead of letting you do the work. But, it was my thick rivers of saliva dripping off his shaft and down his balls and my chin, which seemed to garner a great deal of attention. It was my discomfort that I suffered, holding my mouth open and looking up at him as he drilled my throat. So, it was still me giving him head, in a manner of speaking.

Unfortunately, since I had given Max implicit authority to fuck my throat, he continued to do so when an audience gathered. I was simultaneously disgusted and eroticized by the sound of my throat squelching around his thick cock head each time it thrust in and out. Coupled with the line of drool that seemed to flow from his balls to my chin to the ground, I can't imagine our spectators thought much of me at the moment. And still, Cinderella never paused at playing with my nipples through the skin-gripping but very elastic material of my cat suit.

The result was a squelching moan, emanating from my throat, that must have sounded either terribly sexy or grotesquely vulgar to the small group, who were now dropping any pretense that they were still just smoking pot and drinking and had gathered in a small semi-circle around the show that Cinderella, Thor and I were putting on for them.

"They are all watching you catgirl." Cinderella whispered, in case I hadn't noticed from my peripheral vision. "Are you going to let all the guys have a turn at your slutty little mouth? I bet they'd all do it if you let them. Do you want them to catslut? I bet even Miranda would let her husband fuck your throat, they are practically dry humping each other watching you."

I wanted so bad to look and see them, but I knew if I did, I would break down and run away. I renewed my focus on the warm meat between my lips, even as Cinderella's words and her manipulation brought me closer and closer to an orgasm that I was now concentrating hard to deny. I don't know why I tortured myself like this, I just felt like if Sara would do this without cumming, I should too. No rational thought there, just a personal, baseless challenge to myself.

I guess the excitement of being watched was a turn on for Max as well, because not long after Cinderella whispered that we had an audience, he grabbed my head, pushed his cock into my throat and came hard. It was all I could do not to cum with him. Cinderella saw him thrust into my throat and gasped into my ear as she pinched my nipples and ground her body against my back.

"Oh fuck yes, swallow it all catgirl, swallow your cream." She said, far too loud for my comfort.

On the downside, I didn't get to taste any of Thor's cum since he had held himself in my throat through his entire climax. By the time he pulled out, the drop or two that was left on the tip of his cock were not enough to create a distinctive flavor. "Damn you are good." Max complimented me, as he put his dick back in his costume. I was coughing as quietly as possible. I didn't gag hard, but when a cock is down your throat that long, at least for me, it causes a short coughing fit when it comes out. Cavegirl, who I now knew was Miranda, handed me my wine cooler and I sipped gently, trying to soothe my throat.

When I had gotten my coughing under control, Cinderella took my wine cooler and handed it back to Miranda. "You going to let Gary have a turn?" she asked, as if I had no say in the matter.

"We are just going to watch I think." Miranda laughed. "Go ahead guys, whoever is next."

I turned, alarmed towards Cinderella. Unless she was very good at reading eyes, she would have had to guess hard at the appalled expression on my face that they were taking my willingness to suck Max's cock as an open invitation for anyone to fuck my mouth. "Please?" I begged, clearly in my head meaning please stop.

Cinderella leaned in to whisper so only I could hear. She was so close, the heat of her breath tickled my ear. "You want to catgirl, I can tell. Let's do one more. Then I will ask you if you want the other, okay." She kept at my nipples, softly caressing them, then twisting them, not hard, then pinching them, a little hard. I gasped and moaned, varying upon what she was doing to my poor, tortured nipples.

The pirate walked over to me and started fishing his dick out of his pants. I looked up with a mixture of hopelessness and desire. I wiggled my ass back against Cinderella and she giggled. "I wish I could get so turned on sucking dicks, I'd have no shortage of boyfriends. You are so amazing catgirl. Suck that dick and get your cream." She punctuated her demand with a pinch of my nipples.

It had dawned upon me earlier that these were people from my brother's work, not from Sara's. I wondered how they would react if they knew I was Jake's little sister. I laughed in spite of myself. At least they knew I wasn't Sara.

Any future ponderings were temporarily chased from my mind as pirate guy's dick entered my mouth. It was a bit longer than Thor's, but thinner. Tonight was surely an education in the wide array of cock sizes. I always knew they came in sizes, but this was like, no two cocks were the same.

Pirate didn't start fucking my face, he actually let me give him a blowjob. That was another thing. Guys were very different as to how they reacted to a blowjob. It almost seemed like some guys, like Thor, couldn't get off without taking control of the blowjob, while others, like Pirate, were enjoying letting me do the work. The good thing about me doing the work, I was enjoying it and it let me experiment more with my hands and lips and tongue.

And lucky day for Pirate, he got to be the first cock upon which I discovered the 'wiggle tongue' move on. While sucking and slurping on Pirate's dick, I thrust my tongue out and down and it was long enough on the in-stroke for me to wiggle my tongue back and forth and jostle his balls. I just thought it felt funny, but Pirate apparently loved it and he told me so.

"Keep doing that catgirl, that's amazing."

"What is she doing?" Cinderella asked him, loud enough for our small audience to hear.

"She's flicking my balls with her tongue while she deep throats me. I've never had anyone do that before."

"Catgirl is a very special little slut." Cinderella giggled. Then she lowered her voice so it was more for me again. "You are so sexy catgirl. Keep sucking that dick. Choke on that cream you nasty little cocksucker." She started going to town on my nipples again and I was moaning and thrusting voraciously, fucking his dick with my throat.

I kept at it, lunging forward, feeling the gentle pop of his thin cock head as it stretched my throat upon entry, then flicking his balls with my tongue, then pulling back, while curling my tongue around the bottom of his shaft until only the head remained inside my mouth. It wasn't as if there was a stopwatch running or any way to know how much time had passed, so I truly had no real idea of how long Cinderella had been whispering her taunting words of encouragement. She spurned me on, that was for sure.

I loved it all. I loved her fingers toying with my nipples. I loved the dick in my mouth. I loved the sexual insults that would have driven me to rage if they were delivered in a different place and time. I could literally feel juices dripping from my pussy into the crotch and legs of my costume.

Whatever minutes had passed since the pirate had introduced his cock to my mouth, I heard his panting growing louder and faster and I knew he was about to cum. Grabbing his balls in my right hand, I squeezed them kind of hard and was rewarded by feeling the muscles contract in my hands. I kept my lips tight around his cock, but kept the head in my mouth, not my throat, so I could feel and taste the cum. And he came. He came hard. He came a lot.

The first jettison of cum hit my throat so hard I almost choked on it. I quickly closed down my throat and let my cheeks bulge to hold the volume. Then another, almost as hard, and another. Soon my cheeks bulged and I had to start swallowing or I would lose the contents through my lips. I kept pumping his balls as if his dick were some kind of a perverted squirt gun and squeezing them pushed the cum out and up his cock and into my mouth.

When his eighth, yes eighth!, shot of cum dribbled into my mouth, I swallowed what remained there and giggled as the Pirate, apparently overwhelmed by his orgasm, apparently blacked out. We all laughed. The guy was seriously out. Cinderella checked him. Of course. he was still breathing, we could see his chest rising and falling, but he had cum so hard, he passed out from it. I was filled with an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

Cinderella helped me to my feet and we giggled and laughed at the sleeping pirate while sipping our drinks. Pizza Boy (James) passed another bowl to us and nobody demanded a kiss or any sort of recompense this time. The energy of our little group was high. It was sexual. It was probably a bit dangerous. But, I was too high on pot, wine coolers and sexual arousal to notice.

"My turn?" James asked hopefully, after I took a deep drag off the bowl.

I coughed, his questions surprised me. I thought I was done. I looked to Cinderella. She just smiled, giving no indication of what she thought I should do. I suddenly felt ... used. It had been a sexual charge up until now. Maybe it was because of the way he asked politely. Maybe it was because no one was pressing me to do it. Or maybe the humiliation of it was just starting to sink into my psyche. Whatever the case, I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

"I'd like a break for a bit. Sorry James." And I thought how weird it was that I was apologizing for not sucking his dick. It wasn't my job.

He looked a bit upset, but he forced a smile. "No problem catgirl, after seeing Harry pass out, well, you know."

I laughed. "Yeah, that was something huh?"

Cinderella chimed in. "I wonder if it was the best he ever had?"

We all laughed. The bowl went around and came to me once more before it was dead. "I better go make rounds." I sighed. "My friends are probably going nuts looking for me right now."

Cinderella pulled a container of Tic Tacs from her little blue purse and offered them to me. "Probably better not to go see them with cum breath." She laughed. I giggled with her and gratefully took the offered mints.

I told them I would be back and walked out of the shadows towards the house. There were a few people standing on the deck smoking cigarettes, two guys and a girl. They were laughing and talking amongst themselves. I didn't recognize them, but a guy dressed like Alladin gave me a smirk, so I think they saw me in the shadows of the shed. I blushed at the thought, but ignored them as I walked past into the back door.

I smiled as I walked inside. The party was still going strong, though it may have been a slightly thinner crowd than when we arrived. I looked around for Gaby, Courtney and Cilia, but didn't see them in the kitchen area or the large open family room that was off to my left. What I did see me had my heart in my throat. Sara was off to the side drinking and talking to a girl dressed as a sexy witch. I didn't get a really good look at her, but chances were, this was the girl from the basement. They hadn't seen me yet and I ducked off to the right.

Out in the front family room, where most of the dancing was going on, I found the triplets. I walked out, sipping my wine cooler and watched where they could see me. They were dancing with the rest of the crowd. Gaby seemed to be really grinding with a priest. Courtney and Cilia were dancing in a small group with a couple of other girls. I watched them for a while before they noticed me and beckoned me onto the floor. I giggled and joined them.

The dancing was exactly what I needed. I needed to cool down. so I didn't spontaneously explode in orgasm, while maintaining the physical activity and flirting of dancing. I purposely rubbed against various guys as I pushed through the crowd to my friends.

"Where have you been?" Courtney laughed when I was close enough to hear her over Don't Cha blaring on the Bose.

I laughed, blushing slightly. "I found some stoners."

"You selfish bitch! And you didn't think of your friends?"

"Right place, right time. It was only a few hits."

"Gaby's hooking up. A lot of married guys here."

I checked the ring finger of the guy dancing with Gaby and giggled. There was a sparkly gold ring on it. I wondered where his wife was. Then, like a punch in the head, I felt a sense of shame. How many of the men who I blew tonight had wives or girlfriends? I shook my head of the thought, momentarily disgusted with myself. I looked at the floor, I felt guilty all of a sudden.

Then, I got that feeling. That irrational feeling you get when you feel someone looking at you. I looked up and there, in the dining room adjacent to the front family room, I saw Sara and her witch friend. They were sipping their drinks, leaning in close to talk and looking directly at me. My eyes went wide. They knew! They both looked at me with a smirk and stopped talking, just looking right back into my eyes with that condescending look on their faces and when I started shaking, they began laughing. Never taking their eyes from me. The sexy witch leaned in and whispered into Sara's ear and she laughed even harder.

I suddenly felt totally humiliated. It had been a very sexy and fun experience before now. But, the way Sara and her friend stripped my anonymity of my actions with that look, I suddenly just wanted to leave. I wasn't sure how I'd ever look Sara in the eye again. But there was something else. Besides the heat that flushed my face and upper body, there was—arousal.

I was pulled from my embarrassment when Courtney and Cilia snapped me out of my funk real quick, and the three of us danced and laughed and flirted for a while. I looked up again to where Sara and her friend had been standing and they were gone. Three songs, a bit of sweat and a few dozen gropes later, Gaby joined back up with us and the four of us adjourned to the bathroom. We went to my brother's bathroom off the master bedroom upstairs because it was much bigger and I was kind of making myself at home.

"So, do they have any more?" Courtney asked when we were alone.

I shrugged. "I have no idea. It wasn't as good as the stuff we have anyway." I hoped to keep them from looking for my new friends. I was petrified that they would find out about me sucking two of their dicks.

We started giggling, taking turns peeing, straightening out our makeup while talking about the cute guys. Cilia pulled a bowl out of her purse and loaded it and we passed it around while we talked about the party and how much fun we were having. We were probably up there for a solid ten to fifteen minutes before the bowl was dead and we flushed the ashes down the toilet. I liberally sprayed air refreshener to cover our tracks.

We exited the bathroom to the louder sounds of the unhindered Bose system blasting Promiscuous. A quick trip to the refrigerator had us all with a fresh wine cooler and chatting in the dining room. We danced a little, still giggling a lot from the pot. We kept pointing at men we wanted to fuck (not that we really would, just talking about who we would given hypotheticals that would never happen), when Sara came up to us with the witch.

I looked up and caught them smirking at me again, looking right into my eyes. I looked at the ground and lost my sense of humor suddenly. What I did not lose, was my sexual arousal, which had been waning, but was now ramped right back up to about a seven on a ten scale. That was weird, I wasn't feeling that a minute ago, when we were talking about sex.

"Are you having a good time?" Sara asked. I don't think the others noticed the smile on her face or the way that she and her friend looked at me the entire time they approached. I knew the question was directed at me and I cringed, looking back to the floor, my chest heaving with unexpected arousal and fear.

"Best party ever Sara!" Courtney smiled.

For the first time since she began approaching us, Sara's eyes left me and looked at Courtney, her smirk turning to a pleasant smile. "I'm so glad you think so Courtney. Many of my guests feel the same way." She touched my chin and I shivered violently as she tilted my head back to force me to look into her eyes. I felt a tear threatening my eye as she looked me right in the eyes with that destroying smirk.

Looking straight into my eyes, her eyes knowing and condescending and playful all at the same time, she grinned and said, "Several of them have recommended that I have a party every weekend. I'm thinking about it." She giggled. I nearly passed out and a tear flowed down my cheek. Sara caught it with her fingertip and brought it to her lips, laughing softly.

"I think you met Desiree." She looked into my eyes, the sexy witch stepping forward at hearing her name.

"Well, we didn't get around to exchanging names." Desiree giggled. She took my right hand in between her hands and squeezed, not letting my hand go for an uncomfortably long time.

I was visibly shaking as she held my hand. 'Get out of it Mollie' I chastised myself. 'You did nothing these two don't apparently do every day at work.'

"So, I hate to do this, but do you girls mind if I borrow my sweet sister-in-law for a bit?" Sara smiled, directing her attention back to Gaby, Cilia and Courtney.

"No, it's fine Sara." Gaby answered, though the question was quite rhetorical, as Desiree pulled me forward and put her arm around my back, leading me towards the kitchen with her hand resting on my hip. "We will be down here Molls, come find us when you are done." I didn't answer, I was already facing the other direction, feeling like my face would melt from the heat.

Sara giggled and turned to follow Desiree and I into the kitchen.

Desiree pulled me so close our hips were touching. "Naughty, naughty girl. What are we going to do with you?" She giggled.

"Please—" I sighed. "It—I didn't—" I couldn't articulate a sentence. I hung my head in shame.

Desiree laughed softly. "Oh, but you are a precious little thing. You remind me so much of your sister-in-law when I first found out about her. She was just like you. So horny. So sexually hungry. So confused. So delightfully submissive."y

I looked up as we sunk back into a corner of the back family room. There were other people around, but they were grouped into small groups, having their own private conversations. My eyes left Desiree for a moment and came to rest on Sara's eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off her now. Sara was there with us, silent, watching my face, that look of condescension, that--fucking—smirk—on --her—lips. I whimpered and felt a tremble flow through my body, like every synapse of my being was sending a pulse straight to my vagina. I wet myself with arousal, shaking so hard for a second, emitting so much lubricant, I felt like I pissed myself.

Desiree giggled. "Oh my God Sara, I think she is going to put you to shame." She sighed loudly, a hungry, sexual sigh. "Where was I?" she mused. "I suppose you have gathered most of it. Sara has a need to suck cocks. Lots of cocks. She gets sexual satisfaction out of oral service. The first time I saw her looking at Ray, he has a really good size cock by the way, makes a formidable bulge in his pants, her cute little tongue darting out to lick her lips, I was intrigued."

"You see—I'm not a slut like you and Sara, but I'm turned on by it, by the opportunity to control situations. So, Sara and I found a sexual connection that day, one that manifested itself over the next months. We started going out for drinks after work, talking, discussing, opening up, becoming the very best of friends. I d**g her oral sex fetish out and I shared my control fetish with her. And—well, let's fast forward to tonight shall we?" She giggled softly.

The whole time she talked, my eyes were glued to Sara's. She was smiling, panting, looking at me with so much lust and -- condescension.

"Tonight was a very special night for Sara and I. You see, we are extremely careful about keeping Jake in the dark about her -- little problem." She laughed softly as she said 'little problem' like it was a minor indiscretion. "And she has never, ever done anything in her own house before tonight. And, because of you, still hasn't. We weren't sure that she would be comfortable with it. So, all the guys from work that usually take advantage of her oral fixation were on alert from me to approach with force, but caution."

"Well, I was on cloud nine when I found out Sara had managed to get Ray's entire cock in her throat for the first time. I figured it was because she was so turned on by doing it at her house for the first time, her husband being so close. Then, Frankie tells me she did some new trick on him and I was so horny hearing about it, I couldn't wait to talk to her. Next thing I know, I'm in the basement and the filthy slut is pulling one of her blowbangs."

"You have felt and heard me in action. That is pretty much how I have been with Sara since I arranged her first blowjob at work. It doesn't always happen. Some guys are very timid about having another girl watching a slut give them a blowjob. I know it sounds crazy, but some guys are loyal to their girlfriends or wives. Some guys just don't trust us for some reason, thinking there must be something else we are after than getting Sara more dicks to suck."

"Well, imagine my surprise, which I think you caught, when I go to grab my best friend's boobs and I get a hold of your little nubs. I was really worried. Once I got outside, I ran upstairs to find Sara. So, imagine her surprise when she finds out her husband's little sister is as big a slut at nineteen as she is at twenty-six? We couldn't find you, and then we hear about some little slut in a catgirl costume sucking even more dicks outside."

Sara licked her lips and moaned as Desiree brought up the cocks of Max and Harry.

"In fact, from what I found out a little while ago, you sucked poor Harry u*********s!" Desiree laughed and Sara joined her. "Which brings us to a series of problems."

I turned back towards Desiree with a confused look on my face.

"No way Jake isn't going to hear about the blowjob from catgirl. So, a couple things need to happen. First, you have to finish Sara's dirty dozen. No point in her doing it. We talked about it quite a bit and decided it is best she not do it at her house, no matter how exciting we both find that prospect. She loves Jake far too much and the risk is too great. At least, not tonight."

I gulped loudly, and Sara giggled. "Don't pretend you don't want to slut."

Desiree continued. "And since word is going to get back to Jake, we have to make sure he doesn't see you in your costume tonight. Apparently, you haven't seen him yet, we need to keep it that way. Meanwhile, we still want the other five guys to think it is Sara and not you, because, let's face it, it is a lot sexier to get a blowjob from a cheating whore of a wife in her own house, while her husband is entertaining them."

"And last, we have a surprise for you, a reward for all you have done. When you finish the last five guys from our work, we are going to get you fucked hard by the biggest cock you have ever had in your life. How does that sound?"

Sara giggled. "I can't wait to see if you can take JoJo."

"JoJo?" I asked, recalling when the devil told me I would be able to deep throat JoJo soon. He must be huge!

"JoJo." Sara laughed, her eyes wide and raucous laughter on her face as I turned to look at her. They were both laughing, so loud it drew attention from most people in the room and when they saw the attention that they were garnering, they stopped laughing out loud, but it never left their eyes or face.

I gulped loudly. "Is—that is—how big is he?"

Sara hugged me. "You can handle him Moll. Not much longer than Ray, not much wider than Frankie." She giggled and kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear. "Don't you go falling in love with him though. His wife would eat you up and spit you out." She giggled, and I cringed.

"I don't want someone's wife after me Sara!" I gasped.

"I'm joking sweetie. Don't worry, he won't even know who you are. It's Halloween after all."

Desiree drew the attention back to herself with an intentionally loud clearing of her throat. "So, the question now is how to proceed. Sara needs to make herself scarce again, while I get you and your feast upstairs. I will set everything in motion, the arrangements are made. They want to do it in Sara's bedroom to make it more—humiliating for her."

"Meanwhile, Sara will do what she has been doing while you have been running around being a little slut. Namely, make herself scarce. I'll keep the lights low, so they can't see your—" Desiree paused long enough to giggle while staring at my chest. "less than impressive breasts."

I blushed and looked down at my breasts. They seemed smaller than ever now. I glanced over at Sara's. They were so much bigger. I looked like a little girl next to her. I looked up at her face. She was smirking at me again. She pulled her shoulders back and pushed her chest out. "Jealous Molls?"

I turned away and stomped from the room. "I've got her." I heard Desiree's voice behind me.

I started walking faster, pushing through the crowd to the refrigerator. I extracted another wine cooler and held it in my left hand while chugging the remainder of the one still in my right. I wiped a tear from my left eye and called Sara a bitch under my breath. Cleopatra asked me if I was okay when she saw the distress in my face. "I'm fine." I said and turned away to the hallway leading to the foyer.

I found myself at the stairs. I stopped at them and looked up. There at the top of the stairs was Desiree, smiling at me, studying me. She made no motion towards me. She indicated nothing. I looked back into the crowd that danced behind me. I had made no promises. I was here of my own free will. My choices were my own. I could put this all behind me and go join my friends.

Sara wouldn't say a thing to my brother. She had much more to lose from what I knew of her. Desiree was unlikely to say anything either. I could feed my hunger outside by the shed. I didn't need her dicks. I turned towards the back door. Fuck them both. I looked up at the top of the stairs. Desiree just looked at me, smiling widely, and shrugged her shoulders.

I don't know why I stared up at her more than a moment, but I did. She didn't make any movements to encourage or discourage me. She just stood there, smiling at me. She waited for me to make up my mind. I looked outside again. I could get high, suck a couple more cocks if I wanted, or not. Or, I could—

I looked up at her as I took that first step. Holding the handrail tightly, as if to keep myself from turning back. Her smile, the smile that had been kind and unassuming these long couple of minutes, turned into a definite smirk. I cringed, but continued up the stairs before I could change my mind again. At the top of the stairs, as I passed her, I heard her giggle. "Can't help yourself can you slut? Just like your sister-in-law."

I could hear her and feel her following me, but I didn't turn around. I was too embarrassed. I walked into my brother's bedroom and stopped at the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror that hung on the wall above the headboard. I hadn't really noticed the implications of a mirror being hung in such a place before. I definitely noticed now, as Desiree stood behind me, put her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me through the reflection.

"They will come up one at a time. The lights will be out, save a candle that I will put on the headboard. That way, they will see the catwoman outfit enough to believe it is Sara, but they won't be able to see you aren't her. I sent them downstairs, anticipating another basement blowbang, so none of them saw you come upstairs. Sara is going down there now, to tell them how it will work. Then she will come upstairs and hide under the bed before the first man joins us. This way, she can speak to them when necessary."

I nodded at her through the mirror. I didn't trust myself to speak.

"Since you seem to have embraced her odd notion of what is and is not cheating." Desiree giggled as she emphasized 'not cheating'. "I'll not do what I'd really like to do to you while you suck random cocks. But, I do need to know, can you cum from your nipples?"

I didn't really understand the question. "Huh?"

She laughed, not cruelly, but definitely with amusement at my response. "Can you have an orgasm—" She grasped my nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, finding them easily, and making me gasp, my knees buckling slightly. "from me doing this?" She stared hard into my eyes. Eyes that were fogged over with arousal. She laughed, her eyes taking on a look of arousal to equal the way I felt.

"I don't know." I gasped. "Possibly." My breath came fast and hard. "Maybe." I added, feeling the full arousal that I had felt earlier, as if it returned with a vengeance.

"Oh my. I might have to trade Sara out for you Mollie. You might be a lot more fun." She paused, as if contemplating me. Her eyes went up and down my body, appraising me, licking her lips, smiling seductively. "Well, perhaps both will be even more fun. Yes, I think I can handle you both."

"Okay now, my little slut, I have a solution." She lifted her skirt, exposing her purple and black striped thigh high stockings and a black leather thong. She lowered it and stepped out of it. "I will kneel behind you and you will put two fingers from your left hand inside me. Finger me at the same pace as your slut mouth devours the cock inside it. If—" she laughed and pinched my nipples harder. My knees buckled so hard, I might have fallen to them if she hadn't held me so firmly.

I groaned, my pussy throbbing so hard, my chest heaving. Desiree emitted another sexy giggle. "When you are about to orgasm, rub your thumb on my clit and I will stop. You will keep thrusting in and out of me and rubbing my clit until you hear me cum. Do you understand slut?"

"Yes." I gasped. My mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Good girl." She released my nipples and I regained my balance, though my breath continued to come heavy and fast. She lit a vanilla scented candle that was standing above the headboard and soon the room smelled quite lovely. I watched her move about the room, turning off the lights, leaving me standing in the dim candle light. She pulled her phone out and sent a text to Sara that we were ready for her.

"I think I will have the first one sit on the edge of the bed. How disrespectful to our host." She laughed.

Sara came into the bedroom a few minutes later, closing the door behind her. "Oh good, nice and dark. Where do you want me Dez?"

"Under the bed. If you have to talk, whisper, it will be harder to tell where the sound comes from. You sure you want to watch Jake's little sister in action? You won't be able to unsee it." Desiree laughed.

"Wouldn't miss it." Sara answered as she climbed under the bed. "Let me know when it is safe to peek out."

In another couple of minutes, the first guy walked into the dark bedroom and Desiree guided him to the bed in front of me. "Damn Sara, in your own bed, you cheating slut." He laughed as he lowered his pants to his ankles and sat down on the bed.

I reached out with my right hand and gripped his cock. The heat of it sent a wave of arousal straight to my dripping pussy. The light was very dim, so I kind of needed to find his cock with my hand to guide my mouth to it. Meanwhile, Desiree grabbed my left hand and pulled it behind me and guided it between her legs. Remembering what she said earlier, I pushed two fingers up and after sliding them around her lips for a few stumbling seconds, I found her hole and pressed them inside her. She moaned and sucked my earlobe.

"If she didn't love swallowing cum so much, I'd have all five of you finish off on Jake's pillow." Desiree taunted.

"Why do you have to give me a great idea like that and then take it away Dez?" the owner of the dick in my mouth laughed.

I sucked hard and felt him grow in my mouth. He had, from my judgment thus far, a pretty average sized dick. I played with my gag reflex a bit, plunging it in and out, not trying to hold it in my throat.

"Damn Sara, you a little hornier tonight too huh? That's it you cheating cunt, suck it, chase my nut juice." He was vulgar. It turned me on a little to be talked to like that, but it was also kind of rude. A weird mixture of emotions was the result.

While this went on, I was finding it difficult to match the stroking up and down of my wrist to push my fingers in and out of Desiree's wet pussy with the stroking of my head up and down on mystery meat's cock. When her fingers started working my nipples, I found myself making mewing sounds almost immediately. She experimented this time.

It took less than ten minutes of heavy breathing, disparaging comments about my sister-in-law cheating on my brother, and seriously heavy nipple play for this guy to cum in my mouth. I swallowed 'like a good whore' and cleaned his cock up 'like the slut I was' and he zipped up and walked out. It wasn't a minute passed by before the next guy walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.

Half way through his blowjob, on a cock that was a bit smaller than the first guy's, I felt about to cum and I started rubbing Desiree's clit with my thumb. She removed her hands from my nipples and instead held my shoulders to balance herself. She moaned, along with the owner of dick number two, until they both climaxed. I swallowed his goo while she splashed my hand with her own orgasm.

The next three cocks were pretty much the same story. Lots of insults to my brother and sister-in-law, the cuckold and the slut, and my throat rubbed raw for damn near an hour. Desiree came once more during cock number four. I got three different sizes in my mouth and was a bit bloated from all the cum I had swallowed. When the final dick had deposited two more balls full of cum into my mouth, I was left alone with Desiree and Sara.

Sara climbed out from under the bed with a night vision video camera. I gasped in alarm.

"Why did you film that Sara?" I whispered. Granted it was a loud party and the door was closed, but we had to be wary of someone sticking their head against the door.

"Just for me, I promise Molls." Sara smiled at me.

"Unless—" Desiree whispered into my ear and pinched my nipples hard. "You don't do as you are told."

Sara giggled. "Okay, you deserve it. You ready to meet JoJo? I'll have to prepare you, he's kind of big."

Desiree giggled and sucked my ear hard and I squirmed as my juices soaked me again.

"I -- would you really show that to anyone Sara?" I asked, concerned.

"No, but I will give you a copy, so you can see it all. You can destroy it if you like."

I couldn't help but notice the word 'copy' in there.

"But, before you get JoJo, you have to do something for me." Sara grinned malevolently. It made me very uncomfortable. And just then, I felt coldness on my right wrist and heard a 'click'. Desiree easily maneuvered my left hand behind me and before I could comprehend, through my sexual fog, what was going on, a second 'click' had me handcuffed behind my back.

"What the hell are you doing?" I said, much louder than we had been communicating before.

"Hush now little slut." Desiree interrupted. I started yanking at the handcuffs, but they were not plastic, they were real, I wasn't going anywhere. I tried to stand up, but it was hard without my hands. "Stop Mollie, calm down, you are going to cum really hard in just a few minutes. I just have to do a few things to prepare you and JoJo first." Desiree grabbed my pussy with her left hand and my eyes flew open and I opened my mouth to scream.

Before the scream could leave my throat though, Desiree plunged something rubbery into my open mouth and it filled my oral cavity so I couldn't expel the sound. Sara sat the camera down and climbed behind me and managed to fasten some buckles behind my head, holding the rubbery phallic thing in my mouth. Extending from my mouth was a very sizeable rubber cock. It must have been close to a foot long!

Sara unzipped my costume all the way to the crotch and pulled the material to the sides. I started really struggling as my ass was now completely exposed. I screamed around the dildo gag, but it was no use. Desiree yanked me back against her chest. She held my pussy in her right hand and had her left arm across my chest. Sara stood in front of me and stared into my terrified eyes.

"Molls—" Sara said in a loud voice. "Breathe honey. You aren't going to get hurt. You are about to have the best sex of your life. Trust me on this. JoJo is going to fuck your brains out."

I was panicked and breathing really hard and fast. Sara slapped my face, not terribly hard, but it did make a loud sound.

"Listen sweetie, calm down. I want you to have the whole experience okay?" She spoke tenderly, trying to calm me down and it started to work a little. "When it's done, we will talk about it okay? Stop freaking out Molls, you know I wouldn't hurt you right?"

She paused, and I slowed my breathing and nodded my head affirmatively, though not vigorously. I just wasn't so sure. "Okay, listen. Desiree gets paid for her help by that dildo in your mouth. She is going to lay down on the bed and you will fuck her with the dildo. It will push back into your throat, so use your mouth to hold it tight. I'm going to go get JoJo. He will be blindfolded so he won't know he isn't fucking me. Trust me, once that big fat cock gets inside you, you are going to fall in love."

"I'm going to position you and Dez will get some pillows under her ass so you can focus on fucking her with your face. Just keep it inside her when JoJo starts fucking you and his action will push your head enough to fuck Dez. Do you understand?"

I shook my head 'no' and she giggled. "Oh God you are so young and adorable. Don't worry about it Molls, we will take care of you. Just go with what feels good."

And they worked me over to the foot of the bed and bent me at a ninety degree angle. Dez climbed on the bed and propped some pillows under her ass and she and Sara guided the dildo protruding from my face into her pussy. She moaned loudly when it went inside her. Then she grabbed my head and started pulling my head towards her and basically started fucking my face. I had to bite down hard to keep the dildo from choking me to death.

Sara kept at my catsuit, trying to bare my ass and pussy, but even bent over, the crotch was hard to bare until she yanked the suit all the way down my arms, so it hung from my bound wrists. She slapped my ass a lot harder than a friendly pat and giggled. "Well, I know you aren't a virgin, but you will probably feel like one all over again. Just relax, enjoy and after you have the most incredible sex of your life, we will have a nice long sisterly talk about tonight and the future."

I never heard the door open when Sara left. There was only the pounding in my ears as Desiree fucked my face. She wasn't gentle and she never let me take control. She was basically using my face as a dildo to masturbate herself. Her scent was overwhelming. She was moaning like a bitch in heat.

I was starting to move my head with her to ease the tension on my neck when I felt a pair of hands grip my hips and I gasped as loud as I could with the dildo in my mouth. After a bit of fumbling about, I felt a finger at my pussy and soon it was inside me and I heard a loud moan accompany the moans of Desiree from the bed. It was me.

I was so wet, he slid two thick fingers inside me with ease. I could almost hear the swamp of juice from my pussy squelching around his fingers and dripping down my thighs. Encouraged by my lubrication, I soon felt his fingers pull away and a much -- much -- MUCH thicker 'finger' pressing against my pussy. I did not moan, as the head barely pressed between my labia, I grunted.

I had only had three penises in me before now. This may have been my first cock.

The word 'cock' just sounds so much -- well, just more than penis. Perhaps not even just a size thing, but the difference between having sex and getting fucked. This cock was going to fuck me. Even if its owner had no idea how to fuck, I could tell by the stretching sensation, that was painfully wider than anything I had experienced before, I was about to get fucked.

I wanted to look back at him and at least see who was about to fuck me, but Desiree held her hands on my head and all I could see was her pussy, the dildo stretching from my face and a thigh on each side. I spread my legs wider, this cock was huge!

It was a fight for JoJo. I squealed as the thick head pushed forward, scant millimeters over time. It was like trying to fit twenty pounds of dirt in a ten pound sack. The stretching burned my pussy.

"Yesss!" Desiree cried out as I squirmed forward, trying to evade the burning sensation. "Fuck your little slut! Fuck me through her slut body JoJo! God! I love when we do this!"

"So fucking tight! What the fuck? Did you have your shit sewn shut Sara?" The deep voice came behind me and I screamed and kicked trying to get away. But my mouth was gagged, I couldn't screasm.

"Oh yes! I love it when you fight." Came the follow up.

"Yes!" Desiree screamed. "Fight it you dirty slut. Thrash that body. Please your Master and Mistress you filthy whore."

And my eyes went up inside my head as the thick cock head stretched my little pussy as wide as it would stretch tonight and with an agonizing 'pop' my cunt gripped just beneath the head that now filled my vaginal cavity wider than it had ever been filled before. I screamed in pain and surprise. It was like my virginity being ripped from my body all over again.

But they weren't done, not by a long shot. He kept pushing that thick shaft into me. The huge bulbous head stretched my entire cunt wider with every millimeter that it slid into me. New ground was stretched obscenely, painfully, as my soaking wet pussy accommodated the girth. And in spite of the pain I felt, my entire body shook, and I had the most powerful orgasm I had experienced in my life to date. I nearly passed out, being overwhelmed by the incredible feeling.

By the time he reached the depth of Conner, about six inches, I hit another spasming orgasm and they both enjoyed the affects it had on me as their fuck toy.

"Oh fuck yes!" Desiree cried out. "Fuck her, come on damn you, stop going so slow and fuck her into me."

"I'm trying Dez. I swear the bitch must have kegeled all fucking day. I have never felt her this tight." He grunted as if HE was the one in pain as he plunged another inch, opening up all new territory with his cock. "Fuck Sara, whatever you are doing, you need to lay off just a little, this isn't even pleasant."

I tried to scream, but I couldn't. What I did do is cry. Desiree stared into my eyes, a wild laughter in her face as she never for a moment ceased to use my head as a dildo. There had to be eight inches of hugely thick cock inside me now and I didn't feel his hips on my ass yet. Of course, the eight inches is just a guess, I didn't have a ruler inside my cunt. Whatever the case, the mushroom head was pushing against my cervix and it was terribly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, in fact, that I came again.

My cheeks were a river of tears, my chin a flood of mucous drooling from my mouth around the penis gag. I was choking on Desiree's cock and my cunt was being pummeled as JoJo managed to crush my cervix as he fucked me with abandon. His hips were slapping my ass cheeks hard, as they had been for the last ten minutes. His staying power was amazing, and I only cried harder as Desiree came again and pulled free of my dildo harness.

She grabbed me by the cunt slime covered dildo and yanked it sideways so I could see Sara filming the entire thing. I screamed in frustration, which JoJo apparently thought was me cumming again.

"Yes you fucking slut. Cum my whore. Cum my bitch. Cum!" And he grabbed my hips and thrust a final time so hard that his balls slapped my pussy and he filled me with what felt like a gallon of cum.

I watched through tear filled eyes as Desiree got up and JoJo pulled out of my cunt with a final groan. He was blindfolded. Desiree put his enormous, now flaccid, cock back in his costume and led him to the door. She opened the door and put him outside to remove the blindfold on his own, telling him, "One day, I might let you see me naked if Sara lets me." She giggled and closed and locked the door behind him.

Sara sat the video camera down and the two turned their attention to me. They watched the tears and mucous flowing down my chin to plop onto my naked lap as I let out piteous moans and sobbed.

"Sorry Molls, but my marriage is more important to me than anything." Sara said quietly.

Desiree giggled. "You didn't entirely hate it. You came, I'm guessing, more than a half dozen times."

I could do nothing but hang my head in shame. My hands were still cuffed behind me, the double headed penis gag was still keeping my mouth open. Desiree came over and started unbuckling the gag from behind my head. "Let Sara tell you how things will be. Just be quiet and listen and then you will have a decision to make in the morning. I'm going to take this out, I don't want to hear a word or it goes back in okay?"

I looked up at her, barely able to see her through my wet eyes and nodded my head.

"Good girl." Desiree kissed my head softly. "Sorry you d**g yourself into this. You have to admit though, you enjoyed it right up to that last part and you enjoyed that more than you want to admit."

She pulled the dildo gag from my throat and a large volume of spit followed it to splash against my chest and thighs as I sat on the ground where I fell when JoJo left my cunt. I looked up at them and wiped my eyes. "That—" I began, and Sara held her finger to her lips.

"Shh, not yet Molls." Sara sighed and knelt behind me and uncuffed my hands. I fell forward into a fetal position and hid my face in my hands.

"He never has to know. He never should know. That is up to you." Sara lightly caressed my back and Desiree went into the adjoining bathroom to clean up. Sara took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, for dramatic effect.

"It started one day when I overheard a couple of guys talking and they said something about me having DSLs. I was confused, but they had no idea I heard them, and I didn't want to appear to be an eavesdropper in my first month at the company. I was out with Desiree and a few other girls from work, grabbing a couple of drinks, when I asked her why they would comment on me having high speed internet. They all looked at me puzzled until it came out they said DSL, which meant dick sucking lips in some urban dictionary or something. I blushed, and they all laughed."

"Desiree caught onto something that I didn't know about myself. I was a bit of a submissive slut, but very deep in the closet about it. Don't ask how she knew this, I guess some observation at my reactions to conversations, but she figured it out and made it her objective to be my best friend. It worked, she is my best friend in the world. She's many other things to me, but best friend is definitely one of those."

"Through a great deal of conversation, she maneuvered me into confiding in her and after weeks of conversations during and after work, she arranged for my first extra-marital blowjob. It was Ray's big cock. The biggest cock I have ever had in my throat. Of course, you know by now that JoJo is a physical impossibility for throat fucking. At least for me." Sara giggled as she looked mischievously into my eyes with emphasis on 'at least for me'.

Desiree came out of the bathroom with a cup of water and a pill. Sara stopped long enough for the two of them to pull me up off the floor and sit me upright. Dez held out the pill and when I looked up at her questionably, she said, "Morning after pill. I'll give you another in the morning to be sure." I wailed again and took it after I got my crying under control. I didn't fall back onto the floor, I collapsed with my back against the bed and my head in my hands.

Sara smiled at me sadly and continued. "Ray and I were in a hotel room. He thought he was going to fuck me, but I wouldn't allow that. I sucked his cock three times and he went down on me that many and I had the most wonderful orgasms. Not better than with Jake, just different. I think because of the cheating on my husband, because Ray was a good pussy eater, but not any better than your brother. It was a wonderful experience, but after the high of it, the guilt nearly killed me."

"After I sucked Ray off, I felt so guilty about it, I refused Jake for a week. He kept pestering me about what was wrong, and I kept changing the subject or telling him I had a rough day at work or a headache. Dez saw me a mess at work and I told her about it and we talked and came up with a plan. First, I needed to make up to Jake. I fucked him every morning before work and then every night until he couldn't get it up again for a week to make up for the week I refused him."

"The more Dez and I discussed it, the more we both understood my desire to do something that I couldn't do with Jake. I loved sucking cock. I had done it so often before I met your brother. But, I couldn't go through the guilt again. That was when Dez came up with the idea. I could suck cock, but I wasn't allowed to orgasm or have anyone touch me at all. I would get my arousal from sucking a dick and take that arousal home and give it all to Jake. It sounds stupid, I know. I thought the same thing. But, we—well, I tried it and it worked. I sucked Ray off and when I went home, I fucked Jake half to death."

"From there, it grew to what we have now. Dez controls it, I get to suck all the cock I want, and Jake gets all the benefits. It's weird but it works for us."

She paused and looked at me sadly, a tear dripped down her eye. "Then you came along tonight." She exhaled loudly. "Damn Molls, when we found out, I kind of panicked. At first, I was freaking out while Dez tried to calm me down so nobody would see me like that. I was just waiting for Jake to come raging at me and throw me out of our house in the middle of the party. But, it never happened. Dez picked up on it before I did. She kept telling me you were the instigator in the basement, but I didn't believe her."

"Well, and here we are. The video tape was in the thought I would blackmail you. I love your brother with all my heart Molls. I know it was a horrible thing to do, but I can't lose him. But now, you have to make a decision. Not right now, but by morning. You are going from here to the spare bedroom. Dez will give you a valium and help you get to sleep."

Sara leaned over and kissed my head. "I have to get down to my husband. I swear to you Molls, I love him more than anything in the world. I hope what I told you helps you to understand what has been going on at work. The blackmail is real. I don't want to use it, but don't doubt that I will. I love you like a real sister, but Jake is my man. I hope you can understand that. If you ruin my life, I will ruin yours. Dez will take it from here."

And she opened the door and left, closing it behind her.

"Okay Mollie, lets get you cleaned up for bed." Desiree helped me to stand and stripped me naked as I silently complied with lifting a foot here and pulling an arm back there until I was naked and led to the bathroom. She helped me over the toilet and gave me a douche to clean the spunk out of my gaping cunt. It would never be a pussy again. I don't imagine Conner would even feel it if he fucked me right now. No, it was a gaping cunt now, a slut's sexual organ.

I didn't shower, but she did clean me up with a warm washcloth and borrowed one of Sara's robes to dress me for the walk down the hall. She didn't say a lot when she cleaned me up. She just smiled at me and treated me very gently. She only soothed me, saying things like. "It will be okay Mollie. Just calm down and everything will be fine, better than ever."

I did manage to stop crying and after a valium and another glass of water, I was in bed. Desiree was sitting on the bed and softly caressing my forehead.

"Okay, so here it is, your decision to sleep on. Only you, Sara and I know everything, and I promise you that Sara and I don't want anyone else to know. So, you can chalk it up to a great memory and nobody will ever know anything about it. Even Sara and I will never bring it up again. We will all pretend it never happened."

"I guess that is best." I whispered.

Desiree smiled at me. "Well, probably. But, then there is the fact that you got off on it. I'm guessing that was the best fuck you ever had in your life. Is that right?"

I turned away from her, I couldn't look in her in the eyes.

"I thought so. He's your brother, how long have you wanted to fuck him? I have an older brother, I know what its like. Besides, with all the dicks you sucked and the size of JoJo, it would have been better than anything you'd had before anyway. So, here's door number two."

"Sara will arrange it so you can fuck him again in the morning if you want to. She'll blindfold him, cuff him to the bed and let you climb on that huge dick and ride it in the morning. She doesn't like to share, trust me, she is furious that I am offering this up. But, I have a bit of control over your sweet sister-in-law. She won't be happy at all if you want to rub her nose in basically having you ****d tonight."

"But, it comes at a price. You see, Sara is fun to play with at work. She let's me do all kinds of humiliating things to her, so she can get her belly full of cum without the guilt every day. But then she goes home to her Jake and I'm left with random playmates at night and weekends."

"I'm bi-sexual, but, I far prefer being with women, specifically the ones I can control. And, as you can see, I prefer a straight woman... like Sara."

She pulled me back to face her and looked into my terrified eyes. "Like you." And she kissed me.

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The 'valium' was not a valium. It was a molly. She thought that was amusing—a molly for Mollie. I suppose by the time I had my twelfth orgasm, I didn't care that she still laughed about it. She enjoyed making me cum until I thought I would die. For the next four hours, she spanked me, tied me up, played with my body and almost constantly had a finger, her mouth or a dildo in my gaping cunt. She fisted me, she fingered my asshole, she hurt my nipples so bad it made me orgasm. She made me moan and scream and at one point had to gag me because I was louder than the music downstairs.

By the time I passed out from over-stimulation, the party was over. I was forced awake in the morning, because I felt I could have slept another ten hours at least. She woke me with a kiss and I was tied to the bed. She sucked and caressed my body to the point of a tremendous climax and then pulled her attention to less erogenous zones, giggling at my frustration.

Four times she brought me right to the point of orgasm and by the fifth, she took hardly any time to get me there, she had learned my body so well. She untied me, and I lunged at her to finish me off and make love to me. She laughed and took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes and kissed me.

"Are you my slut now Mollie? There are no d**gs, nothing in your body, this is just you and me. Be honest with me baby."

"Anything Mistress Desiree" I had been taught how to address her last night.

She giggled. "Will you lick my ass slut?"

"Whatever you want Mistress Desiree." I begged and fell to my knees thinking that is what she wanted. If she hadn't been gripping my hands so firmly, I would have brought them down to get myself off.

"Will you let me piss in your mouth?"

I cringed in disgust. "If—that is what you want Mistress Desiree. Please just get me off, I need it so bad."

"Will you fuck your brother?" Her eyes went wide and she laughed softly.

I looked back at her in horror. This was the decision she gave me last night. She wasn't playing fair at all. I was so horny I thought I would die. "Please Mistress Desiree—can't we just forget that?"

"Of course, we can Mollie, I told you we could. Do you need a ride home?" She smiled at me.

I looked up at her puzzled. "Not right now Mistress Desiree, I don't need to be home anytime soon."

"Okay then. I'll see you around Mollie." She let go of my hands. "If you get yourself off, you cannot change your decision. I'm going downstairs to make some coffee. You have an hour to take door 2. Jake is tied as I said he would be. Sara won't stop you, but in an hour, Jake will be all hers. Forever. You will never get a chance at that cock for the rest of your life."

She left the room, closing the door behind her, and I knelt there thoroughly confused.

My hands cupped my breasts. It was such an incredible night. So many things had happened. So many orgasms and here I was, needing to cum so bad I could fuck—

And there he was, Jake, blindfolded, stretched out and tied to the bed. Jojo was laying limp against his belly. I looked at him, my brother.

"Sara?" He asked.

"Shhhh" I answered. No way to tell a voice from that sound. I licked my lips as I pulled the door closed behind me, recalling the words of last night. 'Of course, you know by now that JoJo is a physical impossibility for throat fucking. At least for me.'

"Challenge Accepted." I whispered.....