Halloween Gangbang Double Feature

As she approached Gwen, the blonde reached up to cover her bare breasts with both hands. "What the fuck, Daphne?!?! Get the fuck out of here!"

Using both of her hands to cover her breasts was a mistake, as that made it all too easy for Daphne to slap Gwen across the cheek.

Hard.

The sharp, impacting sound echoed through the room as Gwen took the impact roughly, yowling and cursing as she then rounded on Daphne, now no longer concerned with keeping her perfect rack covered.

"What. The. FUCK?!?!?" Gwen roared, rounding on Daphne and moving to slap her.

Laughing, the redhead dodged out of the way. "Oh, please... you'll have to try harder than that."

Daphne was taller than Gwen, which made it easier to get out of her range more easily. However, Gwen could more than make up for this disadvantage by being scrappier, and far more willing to go in for a low blow. When her first slap missed Daphne's face by a mile, she quickly whirled around and landed a hard one on the redhead's ass.

SMACK!

Daphne looked at her, dumbfounded. "Did you just spank me?"

"Fight like a bitch, get treated like a bitch," Gwen snarled, throwing herself at the redhead.

Again, Daphne dodged out of the way, sticking her foot out and tripping Gwen over it. Yelping in surprise, the blonde tripped and fell against the bed, a position that Daphne was all too happy to take advantage of. Pinning Gwen down with one hand, Daphne pulled her hand back and began to spank the blonde savagely through her cloak.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Two can play that game..." Daphne gloated as she continued to spank Gwen harder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Groaning and yowling in pain, Gwen shot back, "You do that like you think I wouldn't like it..."

That was enough to throw Daphne's concentration off for just a moment as she asked, "Wha-"

A moment was all Gwen needed, kicking out and hitting Daphne in the shin.

"FUCK!" Daphne cried out, stepping backwards slightly, dodging one of Gwen's clumsy mule kicks backwards.

She didn't dodge the second, however, as Gwen's foot caught Daphne in the side of her stomach, knocking the wind out of her and knocking her sideways. The redheaded beauty fell to her knees on the floor.

This gave Gwen the chance to hop up from the bed, as she grabbed at Daphne's costume, tearing off her halo and wings.

"Stupid fucking costume!" she yowled, grabbing Daphne by the hair and yanking hard. "Stupid fucking dress!"

With that, she ripped at the fabric of Daphne's white dress and spilled the redhead's own immaculate D-cup breasts out. Had she been more aware of such things, Daphne would have understood that her nipples were rock hard right now, but with Gwen still holding tight to her hair, she had other concerns.

"Stupid fucking BITCH!!!" Gwen roared.

Retorting in kind was certainly an option, and one that Daphne had the vocabulary to do, but it wouldn't have helped turn things in her favor. No, this required some creativity, and the kind of brute strength that Daphne could summon that Gwen couldn't. Reaching back, she grabbed tightly to Gwen's wrists and pulled, hard, wrestling the blonde to the ground in front of her, before Daphne tackled Gwen and tried her best to pin her down. It was something that was easier said than done, as Gwen was a wriggly and strong little spitfire, but Daphne managed to hold her down for a moment.

As strength and stamina went, it seemed the two of them were evenly matched, and if they let this go on any longer, there likely wouldn't be *any* winner, just a whole lot of pain and suffering in which they would share. Though Daphne wouldn't admit Lexa was right to her face, right here, though, she had to admit that her friend had some points. Now that her blood had cooled slightly, stupid reality was returning, and with it, a desire not to waste the rest of this night.

So, while Gwen yowled and struggled and repeatedly cried out "Bitch!" and "Cunt!" and "Slut!", among many other choice words, Daphne angled herself to keep the topless blonde pinned, and sought to end this.

"Alright! Alright! I think we can agree we fucked each other up and won't take shit from anyone, yeah?" Daphne grunted. "And that we didn't solve anything. And if we keep going at it like this, nothing will change, we'll just get more pissed and everyone will end up more hurt than we already are, and this night will end only in misery. We both got our licks in, proved we're bad bitches and all that and can let our friends and everyone else know that we got to fuck each other up. We call this a draw, we go our separate ways, yeah?"

Panting angrily, Gwen looked up at Daphne with a furious rage in her eyes. If her eyes could actually blaze, Daphne imagined that they would melt steel. Even then, though, there was a distinct consideration in Gwen's eyes that Daphne couldn't ignore, and it felt like she may have gotten through to the bitchy blonde.

"You're really calling for a truce?" Gwen panted, eyes darting around defensively.

"Fuck, no," Daphne replied. "We both know this is going to keep going one way or another, all I'm doing is suggesting that we go back to our corners for now, and pick this up again later when we've both had time to recover. Nothing has to change, nothing *needs* to change, we just stop fighting for tonight."

Gwen thought about this. "I don't like this."

"I don't like it, either. It's a lot easier to stay pissed at you and want to fuck you up, but here we are. It's a lot less fun fighting in costume than I'd have expected, and we *are* missing the party," Daphne replied.

"Yeah," Gwen admitted, nodding slightly. "You're right about the costumes."

"Thanks," Daphne replied. "And you looked really fucking good in yours."

This was hard for Daphne to admit, but it was true, and she was hoping that it might buy her a little credit with Gwen toward ending the fight. The blonde looked up at her with some consideration and expectation, before her eyes went to Daphne's exposed breasts hanging above her.

"You too," Gwen admitted, grumbling. "Alright, fine... maybe you're right. But I got a different suggestion for you, ya know, about this fight?"

Daphne raised an eyebrow, considering as she let some of her weight off of Gwen. "What is it?"

Eyes flashing with that steely rage again, Gwen hissed, "This!"

As quick as a snake striking, Gwen arched her neck upwards and bit Daphne on her left nipple, clamping her teeth down hard.

Though it might have felt good for a fraction of a second, soon Daphne cried out in pain, "Fucking bitch!"

The pain, and Gwen's persistence, was enough to force Daphne to let up in pinning Gwen down, letting the blonde wiggle one of her hands free to slap Daphne across the cheek. In their current position, it was an awkward attack given her position, but it was still enough for her to wriggle herself completely free from Daphne's grasp.

Daphne reached up with her hands to cradle her painful cheek and tit while Gwen scrambled away, hopping to her feet and tossing aside her hooded cloak as she got into a fighting stance. Honestly, she knew she should have known that a cheer slut like Gwen would have fought dirty, but this was a trick so dirty that Daphne couldn't help but be impressed.

Now also on her feet, Daphne roared in rage and frustration and charged Gwen, wrapping her arms around the blonde and tackling her to the floor. Gwen was ready for the attack this time, however, and used her impressive strength to roll on top of Daphne. By this point, both of the topless girls had their hands in each other's hair, pulling and screaming and yowling while they used their free hands to attack the other. Whatever order this catfight might have had, whatever peace Daphne sought to throw together in the spirit of salvaging Halloween night, none of that mattered. Now they were simply fighting for the sake of fighting, their reasons long-lost.

During one of the occasions where Gwen wound up on top of Daphne again, the redhead took her chance for some revenge for the bite earlier, grabbing and squeezing one of Gwen's nipples hard, forcing the blonde to cry out in agony. She slapped Daphne for this again, but Daphne held on, laughing through her pain as Gwen continued to fight and squeal.

It was also about this point that something changed between the two girls, as the heat of the moment made certain things clearer and clearer. The first, was that they began to understand that they were incredibly turned on, with both of them dealing with stiff nipples and soaked pussies as they fought. The second thing was that they weren't turned on because of what promises Jason had made, but mostly because of how good it felt to be fighting someone they hated so much who was also stunningly hot and half naked.

There was a moment where the two of them locked eyes, a hint of confusion in the midst of all the hair-pulling. And then, at once, they leaned in and kissed. Neither of them could have said who started it, but they both realized quickly that they were both *very* invested in making out with each other.

The two girls rolled around on the floor, fighting for a dominance that neither was certain they wanted to win or lose. With soft lips mashing against one another and tongues practically battling it out, the two kissed with an intensity they rarely tapped into as their hate became something else. Oh, sure, there was still plenty of hate, as between their kisses they still took moments to grunt and call each other "bitch" and "slut" and "cunt" and "whore", before they would go back to kiss each other even harder.

At some point, the rest of Daphne's dress was ripped off, and Daphne had practically torn off Gwen's skirt. While Daphne wore a white thong that barely covered anything up, Gwen had worn no panties beneath her costume, allowing easy access to her wet pussy, surrounded by its dark thatch of pubic hair.

On discovering this, Daphne sneered. "Such a fucking slut..."

Grunting, Gwen forced herself on top of Daphne and pinched one of her nipples, hard. "Speak for yourself, thong girl."

"Hey, I look fucking *good* in a thong. You probably would too if you had anything like class," Daphne spat back, grabbing Gwen by the hair so she could pull her in for another deep kiss.

As much as she hated to admit it, Gwen couldn't deny that Daphne was a great kisser, and that it was easy to get lost in her mouth. Even if she still hated the redheaded color guard bitch, she knew that fucking her would be absolutely amazing, and that that was very likely where everything was headed right now.

Even with a certain heated brutality to their coupling, Gwen couldn't help but find a certain satisfaction in sliding the front of Daphne's thong to the side and sliding two fingers inside of her in a deliciously dominant move. Not one to be outdone, Daphne forced three of her own fingers into Gwen, the two of them fucking each other lustily, completely having forgotten why the hell they'd come upstairs in the first place.

"Well, boys... I won't say that I expected this, but, I'd definitely say this falls under the 'treat' category tonight, wouldn't you say?" Jason Torrance chuckled from across the room. "Don't stop on our account, ladies..."

Oh, right.

*That.*

That was why they'd come up here.

Turning to Jason and looking like they'd both been caught with their hands in the "cookie jar", Gwen and Daphne saw that the room had gotten considerably fuller since they'd last looked. Wearing his werewolf mask, Jason stood at the head of a phalanx of his jock bros, all of them still wearing their half-assed uniform of their letterman jackets, t-shirts and jeans, while their faces were covered by various off the shelf Halloween masks that concealed their identities. They were all big guys with broad shoulders and muscles that were clear even through their jackets, dwarfing the two girls.

With Peter unaccounted for and Jason easy to identify, both Gwen and Daphne had to go on the masks to give identity to the other seven guys: Ghostface. Clown. Scarecrow. Devil. Teddy Bear. Lizard. Baggy (a.k.a. he who decided to make a mask out of a paper grocery bag with a couple eyeholes cut out).

Sense returning to them, the two girls pulled their fingers out of each other and separated, with Daphne standing up, and Gwen getting up onto her knees. Gwen had to acknowledge a certain pride at hearing a couple of the guys groaning in disappointment as the two mostly-naked girls separated from each other.

"Jason... I'd completely forgotten you were coming..." Gwen said, unthinking.

Jason put a hand to his heart in mock sadness. "That hurts me, Gwen... certainly I'd expected that I left a bit more of an impression on you than that... but given the company you're keeping, I think I can understand your distractability."

"You'd better," Daphne replied, arrogantly, before turning her attention to Gwen. "This your doing?"

Sighing pleasantly as she looked at the wall of jocks, and realized what she'd set in motion, Gwen said, "Yup. I'm gonna get gangbanged. Hey, can one of you guys lock the door? I think eight of y'all is enough in this case."

Putting her hands on her hips as Lizard obediently locked the door, Daphne shook her head. "Fucking slut..."

"Never said I wasn't," Gwen acknowledged.

"It's one of her better qualities, honestly," Jason said, a tad too arrogant and dismissive of the blonde kneeling on the floor.

Though she would have done anything for him a moment ago, Daphne didn't like his tone, and almost chose that moment to send Jason packing so she could continue with what she'd started with Gwen... but she was also horny as fuck, and realized she still wanted dick every bit as much as she wanted to fuck Gwen into oblivion.

Licking her lips, Daphne turned her attention back to Gwen and hooked her fingers into the straps of her thong. "You got one thing wrong, Gwen."

Looking up and down the nearly-naked body of the redheaded goddess standing next to her, Gwen had to stop herself from drooling and said, "What's that?"

"You're not getting gangbanged," Daphne replied, dropping her thong to the floor. "*We're* getting gangbanged."

This wasn't a suggestion, but a command, and one that Gwen couldn't fight as she got a good look at Daphne's beautifully shaved pussy. There were plenty of guys to go around, after all, and the previous fight and makeout session and fingering had created a sort of solidarity between the two of them. While Gwen would have certainly enjoyed having all eight of the guys in the room to herself, seeing Daphne on her side was strangely heartening, and made what was about to happen between all of them suddenly seem less daunting.

While Jason tried to play it cool that Daphne was unexpectedly joining the gangbang, from the back of the group, Devil yelled, "Oh, hell yeah!"

Chuckling, Ghostface fist-bumped Devil and said, "Happy fucking Halloween."

Daphne knelt next to Gwen and squeezed the blonde's hand comfortingly. Before she could stop herself, Gwen leaned in and kissed her quickly and fiercely, getting another round of grunts and cheers from the gathered guys before she turned to face them with a playful defiance.

"So, what, are you guys gonna stand there watching, or are you gonna get the fuck over here and fuck the two hottest bitches most of you are ever gonna see?" Gwen challenged.

Daphne liked this side of her and joined in on the taunting. "Yeah, seriously... we've got the sweetest lips, the tightest cunts and the best asses any of you are gonna find, and we're so fucking horny. If you're not gonna stuff our slutty holes fucking ASAP, then get the fuck out of here."

For emphasis, she reached back and slapped Gwen on the ass, hard. The blonde moaned, and as that sharp cracking sound echoed through the room, it seemed to force the guys out of their collective stupor.

"Come on, boys. It's Halloween, and these sluts are open for tricks and treats. Let's give 'em a bunch of both, yeah?" Jason ordered, unbuckling his belt as he approached the girls.

While Jason was rather shameless in dropping his pants to the floor, shedding his shoes and socks as he stepped out of them and kept moving toward the girls, the other guys were suddenly a lot more reluctant. As their leader was now naked below the waist save for his straining briefs, they suddenly seemed a lot more timid, even with Gwen and Daphne naked and eager and demanding their attention. Most of them were too cocky and macho (or at least intimidated by Jason's leadership) to do or say anything about it.

And then Baggy spoke up.

"So, this is weird, right, guys?" he chuckled nervously. "Like, we've all seen each other in the showers, but this is a whole different kind of thing. I'm not alone for thinking it's weird to want to fuck some really hot girls with all my friends around, right? I mean, come on guys, this isn't exactly usual, right?"

Without breaking stride, Jason walked right up to Gwen and Daphne, looking down at them through his frightening werewolf mask with dark intent. Although the group seemed to consider Baggy's objections, Jason was unaffected by his friend's observations.

"Do whatever you wanna do, man, the door's right there..." Jason said, toying with the waistband of his underwear while Daphne and Gwen looked up eagerly. "...while the *real* men here are gonna have all the fun with these hotties..."

With that, he dropped his underwear to the floor, letting his thick, eight-inch-long cock spring free to the eager girls who knelt before him. He was mostly hard already, but as Gwen and Daphne leaned in for a better look, it twitched fully to life, getting low sounds of approval from each of them. While it wasn't the biggest cock either of them had seen, or would see by the end of senior year, it was still a nice cock, and, in theory, more than enough to satisfy each of the hungry girls who knelt at his feet.

Seeing this cock exposed for the first time, both girls flashed looks at each other, a little of that messy rivalry they'd been engaged in not even ten minutes before flaring as they both found themselves presented with the cock they'd been trying to get their hands on all night. Their eyes boring into each other, the two girls waited to see if their recent peace accord would hold, or if they would get back to fighting with each other. Knowing that Jason would enjoy that certainly seemed to have its charms for both of the girls, but through silent communication, they decided on something else entirely.

Eagerly, the two busty girls leaned in and placed their mouths on his cockhead, kissing and sucking at it before running their mouths up and down his cock. They made sure to coat his cock well with their saliva, worshipping it as they ensured he was properly excited. By the time they next made it to his cockhead, Gwen was slightly faster, sucking the head between her full, practiced lips, before downing several more inches of his cock hungrily. Daphne was unfazed by this, dropping her head so she could suck on Jason's balls.

The recipient of this attention simply groaned, running his hands through their hair as both girls pleasured him with their mouths.

Laughing arrogantly, he said, "Fuck, you guys don't know what you're missing... these sluts' mouths, they're actually kinda alright!"

His words seemed to snap any uncertainty out of the group, as soon the guys began stepping forward, taking off shoes and undoing their pants to join along with their leader.

Lizard and Clown got their cocks out first, with Clown pulling Daphne away by the hair and sliding his cock into her mouth. The redhead eagerly took to it, easily swallowing his cock and bobbing up and down on it eagerly, before switching her attention to Lizard. As these guys had smaller cocks than Jason (and indeed, Jason's was the biggest out of all the guys in the room), it was easy for her to go back and forth between the guys, sucking one while jacking the other, enjoying the way they grunted and groaned and fucked against her face.