Halloween Party

It was a warm,
Halloween night.

That was good,
Considering,
The costumes we wore.

Gauzy net strips,
Several layers,
Shadowy outlines,
Nearly,
Not quite,
See through.

When we stood,
Lights behind us,
Silhouettes of,
Our bodies.

When we walked,
Glimpses of,
Our legs,
Up to our waists,
Even a bit higher.

Once or twice,
Her nipples,
Showed through.

The same for,
My cock.

Hand in hand,
From the car,
Down the street,
Up the walk,
To the door.

Rang the bell,
We were expected,
Stepped inside,
Greeted by,
Other costumed guests,
Some our friends,
Some strangers to us.

Standard greeting,
Kisses,
Hugs,
Pats on the back,
Hands caressed,
Up and down,
Neck to waist.

With friends,
Hands often went lower.

With strangers,
Hands stopped,
At the waist;
That would change.

Since we had on,
Nothing under our gauze,
Exploring hands,
Found much to touch,
To caress,
To enjoy.

Fair to say,
We enjoyed,
The touching,
As much as the,
Touchers did.

And,
Of course,
We touched,
As well.

We were a,
Touchy,
Feelly,
Group;
Comfortable with
Each other.

Strangers,
Would soon become,
Friends,
Maybe more,
Much more.

As we traveled,
Around the room,
We separated,
Came to gather,
Separated again.

The touching continued,
Never a word spoken,
Without a hand on an arm,
Fingers caressing a shoulder,
Hips brushing hips,
Butt bumping against butt.

As revealing as our,
Costumes were,
Others were even,
More so.

A couple came as Adam and Eve,
A couple of leaves on a string,
Hanging carefully to,
Mostly not conceal.

Ghosts in sheets,
Slit up the sides,
Far,
Far above the waist.

Baby doll pajamas,
And matching boxer shorts.

You get the picture.

Skin showing,
Hands touching,
Lips kissing,
Nipples rising,
And,
Cocks stiffening.

Until,
Each embrace,
Found a cock,
Poking a stomach,
Or,
If the guy was short,
The girl tall,
Poking somewhere,
A little lower.

One poke led to another,
Erections became harder,
Cunts became wet,
Insertion was inevitable,
Frankly,
Expected.

The question was,
Not if,
Or even when,
But with whom.

You do know that “whom”,
Is both singular,
and plural?

First was a red head,
With pigtails,
Who backed into me,
While bending over,
To pick up something,
From the floor.

I was in her,
Then out,
As she stood up,
Turned around to me,
Kissed me deeply,
Pressed her body,
Against mine,
Stretched up on her toes,
Pressed and slid,
The inside of her thigh,
Against the outside of my leg,
As she raised her leg,
Wrapped it around my hips,
Aligned herself,
Her cunt with my cock,
She said,
“Again, please.
But just three strokes,
I’m saving myself for,
Ben.”

So it was three times,
Slow,
Teasingly,
Agonizingly,
Slow thrusts,
In and out of her.

Then,
Left standing there.

But just for a moment,
Before a girl I did not know,
Looked straight into my eyes,
And said,
“May I have a turn?”

My answer was,
To grab her,
Under her arms,
Pull her into,
Maybe more correctly,
On to me,
While kissing her.

As my first thrust,
Reached its greatest depth,
And my hands were holding her,
By her ass,
My groin tight against her groin,
She whispered,
“Drive into me hard,
Stop at five,
And don’t you dare cum.
You can save that for,
The one you brought,
To the party,”

I did just as she ask,
Five times hard,
Driving into her,
Grinding against her,
Until,
On the fifth one,
She pulled away,
Turned away,
Walked away.

Laving me,
Hard,
Throbbing,
Wet,
Dripping,
And,
Oh so ready.

I looked for my date,
But,
Instead,
Found the eyes,
Of an angelic vision,
In white,
With (so help me) wings.

She smiled,
And said,
“One stroke,
Only.
Slowly in,
Very slowly.
Then grind,
Grind some more,
Pelvis to pelvis,
Genital to genital,
Then out,
And walk away.
Can you do just,
And only just,
That?”

I took her into my arms,
Kissed her,
Tongue down her throat,
Lips bruising lips,
(A slight taste of blood in our mouths),
My hands slid down her back,
Gripped her ass,
Lifted her up,
Carried her to the nearest wall,
Put her back to the wall,
And slowly,
Very slowly,
Pushed my cock into,
The tightest cunt,
I'd been in that night,
(Or any night in quite some time),
Until my pelvis was against her,
Grinding into her,
The base of my cock mashed,
Against her clit,
Her hands had found their way,
Around me,
Her nails were leaving their marks,
Up and down my back,
As I continued to press,
Into her.
As I began to withdraw,
My cock from inside,
Her cunt,
She removed her mouth from mine,
Reminded me,
“Just one.”

Still against the wall,
She pushed me gently,
A half step away,
Turned me around,
Pinched my butt,
And whispered in my ear,
“There she is,
The one you brought,
I think she is,
As ready for you,
As you are for her.”

In deed,
There she was,
Flushed,
Both nipples pointed,
Out from between the strips,
Of gauze,
Panting,
Wobbling,
Eyes glazed,
As she walked toward me.

I ask,
“Now?”

She answered,
“Damn straight.
Right now.
Against the wall.
Bent over the sofa.
I don’t care.
As long as it is NOW,
Right now,
Please.”

Her eyes narrowed,
“The first couple slow.
Then hard until you finish.
And I had better,
Damn will finish with you.”

Since the wall space was,
Occupied by,
My former partner,
With her new partner,
I lifted my date up,
Sat her on the edge of the table,
Stepped between her,
Already spread legs,
Hooked my arms under her legs,
Raised them,
Stepped in closer,
With my eyes locked on hers,
Pushed my still wet cock into,
Her already very wet,
Trembling,
Cunt.

My cock slid slowly in,
Until my already bruised groin,
Met hers,
Ground into her,
Pulled slowly back out,
Smiled at her,
Our eyes still locked,
Slid slowly into her warmth again,
And pulled out again,
She was trembling,
Twitching,
As I messaged the head of my cock,
Between the lips of her cunt,
Frankly teasing her,
Before a third entry,
Into her waiting depth.

She was panting,
Moaning,
Squirming on the table,
Plead with her eyes.

She raised up her hips,
I pushed in a third time,
With my thumb on her clit,
Messaging,
As I pushed my cock again,
Slowly into her cunt,
As I once more slowly pulled my cock,
Back out of her cunt,
She sighed,
Moaning even louder,
She growled at me,
“Finish it now,
Hard,
Fast,
Deep.”

My next thrust,
Pushed her back,
Across the table,
My hands on her waist,
Pulled her back for another,
Thrust of my cock into her cunt,
The another driving push,
And another,
Until her cunt began to contract,
Convulse,
Around my cock,
The sensation that created in me,
Was beyond my ability to resist,
I slammed into her,
Ejaculating,
Violently,
Flooding into her,
As her cunt squeezed,
Convulsed around my cock.

Until,
Spent,
I stood between her legs,
Bent forward,
To kiss her,
Allowing our combined juices,
To run out of her cunt,
Around my cock,
Puddle on the table,
Drip to the floor,
Forming a second puddle there.

Still kissing her,
I pulled her,
Up from the table,
Hugging her,
My wet,
Now less swollen cock,
Pulled from within her cunt,
Trailed a wet track,
Of our combined cum,
Up her stomach,
While my fingers,
Gripped her ass,
To hold her upright.

As our mouth parted,
She winked at me,
And said,
“While I go to the bathroom,
Find someone to use,
Her mouth,
Or whatever,
To get you hard again,
I want your cock,
In my cunt again,
This time from behind.”