Halloween Gangbang Double Feature

Gwen hissed at his pleasurable touch, enjoying how he took advantage of what her hooded cloak covered as he reached down to squeeze her ass.

"I like girls who know what they want, and don't want to play fucking games... don't get me wrong, the chase is fun sometimes, but most of the time, I'm a man who likes things direct," Jason explained.

Now, this was the kind of opportunity that Gwen would have taken to kiss him, and then keep kissing him while they grabbed and groped at each other until they could find another room, but that did lead to some challenges when he was wearing a mask, and was at least a foot taller than her, and she didn't want to look like an idiot going about it the wrong way.

Still, there were other ways to be direct that she thought he would appreciate.

Grinning seductively, Gwen reached forward and began to rub his cock through his jeans, finding him already enjoyably hard.

"How's that for direct?" she challenged.

Jason nodded his big, wolfy head down at her, squeezing her ass even more obviously. "Better than some girls here. Almost better enough to pull me away from my boys for good; you really know how to tempt a guy."

She rolled her eyes, keeping it nice and obvious so he couldn't miss how he was fucking up his priorities. "Seriously? You've got a hot piece of ass in front of you, one who will do fucking *anything*, and all you can think about is your boys?"

He chuckled, playfully swatting her ass. "What can I say? Halloween's a big night, and this is probably the last one we're all gonna get together. I'm not just gonna abandon my boys, even if it is for a piece of ass as top shelf as yours. I can't miss out on that time with them, but if you want to do something quick..."

Gwen didn't want to do something quick. She had been wanting to fuck Jason Torrance for a long time, and now that the opportunity was this close, there was no way that she was going to let it slip through her fingers.

Gwen thought back to her earlier boast, and then on the kinds of guys that Jason usually surrounded himself by. He surrounded himself by some good-looking guys, maybe not all that smart, but on average pretty hot. Thinking hard on this before coming to a fateful decision, she rubbed his cock a little more eagerly through his jeans before grinning up at Jason.

"Well, if spending quality time with them is soooooooo important to you, why don't you invite them up with us? Everyone's always telling me I'm a 'people pleaser'," Gwen said.

The fact that Jason stopped dead in his tracks, even his groping, seemed to indicate that she'd played her cards well.

Cocking his head, Jason asked, "Seriously?"

"Uh huh!" Gwen emphasized, reaching for his fly and pulling the zipper down. Soon she snaked her hand inside, squeezing and rubbing his erection through his boxer shorts while he slowly thrust against her.

"Fuck... you really are a dirty slut, aren't you?" he groaned.

"Uh huh," she replied, her tone darker as she continued to rub him. "A dirty slut who'll do fucking anything and everything, just name a time and a place..."

Playfully, Jason growled a little before responding, "You know, my friends can be pretty demanding."

"I've been with demanding guys before," Gwen replied, stroking him more swiftly.

"And when they're excited, they can get a little... *rough*," he continued.

"Is that a promise?" she said, smiling up at him.

"It was meant more as a warning, but it's also a promise," Jason said.

"Good thing I like it rough," Gwen boasted, stroking him harder. "And will you be rough with me too?"

He groaned. "Only if you make me."

"I'd make you," she shot back quickly. "I *want* to make you."

Jason looked down at her, groaning as she continued stroking his cock and dancing up against him. Gwen found his indecision, for once, enticing and promising, and even the fact that "Monster Mash" began playing in the background did little to distract her from what was turning into a very promising evening.

"You know, when I came here tonight, I thought I'd spend it playing the field... talking a big game without making any actual promises, waiting to see when the best offer came along before committing to anything. I thought I could play the whole night like this before I made my decision, ending everything on a bang for one hell of a Happy Halloween, and then you come along. You had to fucking come along and blow all those other sluts out of the goddamn water," he chuckled, shaking his head.

"Alright... so, time and place?" Gwen replied, shooting him a cocky, victorious grin.

He nodded, thinking. "I'll need a few minutes to rally the troops, but upstairs, guest bedroom on the left at the end of the hallway, you know the one?"

"I know the one," she confirmed.

"Good. I planned for something like this and put a sign up that it was off-limits, so it should be clear for us to fuck in," Jason explained, reaching down to squeeze her ass lecherously as he dropped his voice into something dark and thoroughly exciting. "I'll get the boys together, and then we'll make sure you get the fucking you deserve."

Gwen quivered at the thought, her body breaking out in gooseflesh and her nipples feeling particularly hard at the thought. The moisture between her legs had increased impressively over the course of this conversation, and she was looking forward to finally doing something about it. If he didn't need to pull things together, she would have dragged him off here and now, but-

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

Gwen was faintly aware of the presence storming across the dance floor toward them, but that awareness became sharp and clear the moment she was grabbed by the shoulders and yanked roughly away from Jason.

Looking up at the redheaded fury towering over her, Gwen could only smirk up at her.

"'sup, Daphne? Something the matter?" Gwen teased.

Though she was dressed like a slutty little angel, Daphne looked like she was ready to breathe hellfire and utterly annihilate the blonde in the Little Red Riding Hood costume. Filtering through the crowd were Daphne's concerned-looking friends from color guard, Mikayla, Cecilia and Lexa, making Gwen feel suddenly surrounded. If these bitches wanted a fight, she'd happily give it to them, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have liked better odds.

"Yeah... you're making a move on Jason all because you saw him and me making out? Are you really that much of a petty fucking *cunt*?" the redhead spat, looking like she was two steps away from throwing down with Gwen.

As a matter of fact, Gwen hadn't known that Jason had been making out with Daphne earlier. She looked up at him, only to get his shrug. She couldn't blame him, really, he was a little drunk, and he was trying to tap some ass, and there was worse ass at this party than Daphne O'Connell, but that didn't mean that Gwen was willing to admit any of that out loud.

A small crowd had begun to gather around them to see if this would develop into a good cat fight, with Jason pulling off to the edge toward his friends, while a handful of people pulled out their phones to see how fun this would get. Knowing that she had an audience, Gwen knew that she had her reputation to keep up, and there was no way she could let Daphne get the last word.

"Hey, if you'd kept a better eye on him, maybe he wouldn't have come to me. Snooze ya lose, ya dumb bitch," Gwen taunted.

Daphne snarled, "I thought he'd have at least some better taste than scraping the bottom of the barrel for some little white trash, dumbass *bimbo* like you, but alcohol can make you a fucking dumbass sometimes."

Now, there were only a few things that would send Gwen into an instant fighting frenzy, and being called white trash was easily one of them. Eyes blazing, she looked from one side to the other, looking for anything she could use as a weapon, a jack-o-lantern perhaps, maybe a decorative broom...

Fuck it, she figured. If she was going to throw herself at Daphne, fingernails would get the job fucking done.

She took a step toward the tall, gorgeous redhead in the angel costume, only to have another redhead dive in front of her, hands held out between the two of them.

"Hey, hey, guys, come on, it's Halloween! Do we really need to be doing all this stupid shit now when we're having a really kickass party?" Sasha pleaded, smiling her goofy, friendly smile in the hopes that it would throw them off just long enough to cool down.

Gwen and Daphne, however, were not in a position to be cooled off, throwing themselves at each other and pushing Sasha out of the way. The redhead in the mermaid costume fell on her butt, hard, yowling in pain while Gwen and Daphne tried to attack one another.

"What the fuck!" Sasha complained.

Unaware of her friend's plight, Gwen made to give something for Daphne to remember her by as she aimed to rake her fingernails across the color guard captain's pretty cheek.

Before she could, however, a pair of arms wrapped around Gwen's chest, pulling her back.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that," Jade said, before lowering her voice to a whisper in Gwen's ear. "Are you *trying* to get us all kicked out?"

Gwen flailed her arms on the chance that Daphne might still try to get a clumsy attack in as well, only to find that Daphne was being restrained and pulled back in much the same fashion by Mikayla and Lexa. Daphne put up more of a fight, which Gwen couldn't be outdone on, so she thrashed and cursed and tried to get to her. At this point it was a show as much as anything else, to help keep up her reputation, while Jade held Gwen back with practiced patience.

Gwen couldn't help but notice that Jason and his boys were standing back, watching and laughing at this with some amusement, and while that *did* annoy her, she was glad that the audience seemed appreciative.

But all good things had to come to an end, and soon Scarlett stormed between them, blasting an air horn over her head.

"Alright, everyone! People! Friends! Color guard and cheerleaders! Listen up!" Scarlett declared with casual authority and quick-worded confidence. "I know we're all having a good time here, but there is such a thing as *too* good a time. Keep the fighting up and I'll have you out on the lawn. I don't want that, you don't want that... now I'm not gonna ask you bitches to kiss and make up, because I know that's not gonna happen, but either stay the fuck away from each other, or take it outside, aight?"

Gwen finally wrestled herself free of Jade and said, "Alright, alright, even if that dumb whore can't be big, I can be. This is a party after all, right?"

Gwen looked to Jason and his friends with seductive eyes, before her gaze turned steelier as she directed it to Daphne. The tall, busty redhead was staring daggers at the shorter, blonde cheerleader, but she made no effort to keep the fight going. Her friends guided her away, but that murderous gaze in Daphne's eyes couldn't be ignored.

This fight wasn't over, merely... postponed. Gwen was fine with that.

Soon, she became more aware of the world around her as Daphne's threat faded away, watching as Peter reached out his non-hook hand to help Sasha off the ground.

"You alright there?" he asked her.

Accepting his hand, and looking up at him with slightly dreamy eyes as he helped her to her feet, Sasha replied, "I'm fine... I'll be even better if you dance with me, I think..."

Considering the willowy redhead he'd aided, Peter grinned his sweet, gorgeous smile and replied, "I'm down for that."

While Sasha might have been staring daggers at Gwen as she was being helped to her feet, Gwen couldn't help but feel proud of her friend. Even after getting tossed onto her ass, Sasha had it in her to make a move on Peter Nixon, easily one of the hottest guys in school. She had no doubt that Sasha and Peter were gonna fuck later... good for them.

"Seriously, Gwen, what the fuck?" Jade said, shaking Gwen by the shoulder. "You've been talking about this party all week, and now you're gonna try and get yourself thrown out? That's fucking stupid."

"Fucking brilliant is more like it," Gwen replied, smiling up at her friend and hugging her. "Made Daphne look like a stupid, jealous fucking bitch, while I'm gonna go get gangbanged by Jason and his friends. *Great* fucking night for me. You want in on it? It's a lot of guys, I could sure as shit use an extra set of holes."

Now, Jade was as open-minded a cheer slut as any other girl on the squad, and even though she looked disgusted with Gwen, the blonde knew that her friend was certainly tempted. That would explain well why she hesitated before finally shaking her head.

"I love ya, Gwen, but you can be a real fucking cunt sometimes. You're on your own, and if you get into trouble again, I'm not gonna bail you out this time. You can get kicked out on your own," Jade said, turning her back on her friend and melting into the party.

While she might have to pay for this tomorrow, and kiss Jade's butt (possibly literally) if she wanted things to carry on like they usually did, for the moment, Gwen couldn't have cared less. Though Daphne was a speed bump she could have done without, Gwen hadn't felt this turned on, or *alive*, in a very long time. There was nothing quite like a fight, or sex, to get her motor truly running, and combining those two things like this... fuck, she was horny. She'd probably have to find some way of thanking Daphne later if this all shook out well, assuming she'd ever have it in her to thank Daphne for anything.

Licking her lips and grinning devilishly, Gwen looked to where Jason and his boys had been, and found them missing. No doubt they were looking for one last round of refreshments before the fun truly began, plenty of time for Gwen to get a little preparation in herself.

And then... then the *real* party could begin.

***

If Daphne were capable of breathing fire, by this point, she'd have burned the entire house down. Her rage had been held back by her friends, but it could not be contained... no, it could *never* be contained, not when she'd gone this far.

Gwen Savage had to pay, that much was clear, but the when and the how of it were something Daphne still didn't know. Perhaps waiting until they got back to school would be best, find some way of properly publicly humiliating her... but a person had to have shame to be humiliated, and the fiery redhead had her doubts that that white trash little blonde had anything that even resembled shame.

No, it had to be tonight... it had to be vicious, and sudden, and conclusive. The bitch had to be put in her place.

Pounding down another glass of boozy punch, Daphne steeled her resolve.

"I'm gonna do it," Daphne said.

Sighing, Lexa replied, "Please don't do it."

"You don't have to be an accessory. I'll do this myself; I don't need other people to fight my battles like those cheer bitches do," Daphne said.

Lexa sighed, putting a hand on her friend's shoulder in the hopes of calming her. "I wasn't expecting to be an accessory, but has it occurred to you that I, and all of us who call ourselves your *friends*, might be concerned for you, and might even, dare I say, have your best interests at heart? Picking a fight, or finishing a fight, however you want to look at it, is only going to put a sour taste on what has been, until this point, an awesome Halloween party. The last one we'll ever have this year. Wouldn't you rather make some good memories here with your friends, have fun, party 'til fucking *dawn*, instead of starting a petty, stupid fight that'll get you kicked out of here over a guy you don't even like all that much?"

Daphne considered making her feelings for Jason Torrance quite clear to Lexa, but had to stop herself when she realized that her friend was right. She didn't really like Jason all that much, nor did she dislike him, really. He was pretty hot, and he was fun to make out with, and she really wanted to feel how big his dick was... but in the end, yeah, he really wasn't that important to her.

Craning her neck, Daphne finally spied Gwen through the crowd, making her way upstairs and looking like she was up to absolutely no good.

Shrugging off Lexa's hand, Daphne said, "In the end, it doesn't matter what my feelings for Jason are. It's the principle of the matter, and that little bitch needs to know that I'm not to be fucked with. That *we're* not to be fucked with. All those cheer bitches think that just because we got into color guard that they're better than us, and that we're just failures who couldn't make it. I'm sick and fucking tired of that fucking treatment, and I'm not taking it anymore."

Lexa sighed. "I'm still pretty sure this is about you wanting some dick... but do what you have to do. If you need an alibi, text me."

Grinning wildly, Daphne pulled Lexa in for a quick kiss and said, "I will. Thanks!"

At that, Daphne stormed off in the direction she'd seen Gwen disappear in, storming upstairs in her general direction.

Although upstairs was supposed to be off-limits, the fact that the decorations and dim lighting translated from downstairs indicated Scarlett had meant that more as something she was supposed to say on her parents' behalf, while fully expecting her friends to take advantage of the entire house. Several doors were already closed, sounds of moans coming from within. None of them had that whiny little bitch sound that would indicate Gwen was inside, not that she had time to get anything started yet, but where was she?

And then Daphne saw it, a door at the end of the hallway that was neither open, nor closed. Pale purple and orange light spilled through the crack, while a cheery plastic ghost hung on it, fluttering lightly from the air pressure inside. It wasn't the best evidence that Daphne could have gone on, but she felt almost certain that Gwen had to be inside. She'd set up some slutty little rendezvous with Jason, or some other guy, and was just in there waiting for them... well, Daphne was happy to give the little bitch a piece of her mind before any kind of fun like that could be had.

Slowly, she crept up to the door and peered through the crack. Purple light bulbs gave the room a unique glow, while several lit jack-o-lanterns provided that orange lit, Halloween vibe. With cheesy paper bats hanging from the ceilings, fake cobwebs across most of the surfaces, and a plastic skeleton sitting in one corner chair, it looked like Scarlett had gone all out on making this room a Halloween haven, or at least the world's cheesiest-looking sex den.

And there she was, standing in the middle of the room, her back to Daphne, still wearing her red hooded cloak. Fuck, Daphne's blood was up... she grinned to herself with an almost maniacal delight, ready to charge in and give Gwen exactly what she deserved.

Pulling the door open, Daphne stepped inside, then slammed it behind her, causing Gwen to startle and turn around.

Gwen turned around, shouting, "What the fu-"

Of course, before she could finish, she had fully revealed herself to Daphne, causing even the redheaded stunner to pause.

Seeing Gwen topless had a way of doing that to people.

She had removed the corset of her costume in an effort to impress the hell out of Jason, or whoever she'd encouraged up here, leaving her standing wearing only her crimson cloak and short red skirt, and stood there looking at Daphne with slack-jawed shock on her face. Daphne's eyes fell to the blonde's tits, and... well, even she couldn't deny that they were pretty fucking great. As a girl who found herself equally attracted to men and women, Daphne could easily appreciate the round swell of Gwen's full D-cup breasts, her nipples already firm and excited. If it were any other girl, Daphne might have had some very different ideas on how to approach the next part of this evening, but as her anger had never left her, she found it easy to guide what came next.