Monster Mash

“Yup. Dude, your Mom is one sweet fuck. And I think I know. With that variable fourth, I figure I’ve had half the MILF’s in town. Must be at least thirty by now. Your Mom is the hottest. She is an amazing cock sucker because when I pump my load into her mouth, I never see a dribble from around her mouth. But that’s not the hottest part. She loves to start the party by getting a mouthful then swapping it to one of the other women, kissing them. Most of them go for it. The best time, it was her and Ms. Grimm. They got so into it they must have tongue swapped for ten minutes. Meanwhile, your Mom started taking Grimmie’s shirt off, with help from Sally Wurst. Edna Walsh stripped your Mom, and then slid between them to lick your Mom’s pussy. I had planned to reward your Mom by fucking her ass, but Edna’s ass looked so sweet, I just went for it. To top it all off, Sally had a strap on. Guess what she did?”

“Harvey, this is already WAY tmi…”

“She fucked me, dude, right up the coal chute. I would never let a guy do that, but with Sally’s udders buried against my back, and my cock buried to the hilt in Edna, it all seemed right. I pulled out before I came, and sprayed gism all over Edna’s back. The other three licked her clean while I rested. Then we all showered, so their hubbies wouldn’t get wind. Of course, as we washed each other, Grimmie got hold of my cock. Once she stroked it hard again, the three of them all shared licks, like girls with one ice cream cone. Finally, they agreed Grimmie deserved a good dose of meat. Edna and your Mom licked her titties as I fucked her from behind. She liked it so much that she took me home so she could have more for breakfast. That’s something that never happens with the married ones.”

“Way tooo much information, Harvey.”

“Guess what else?”

“Don’t tell me, Harvey. She had a Doberman…”

“Eww, gross. No! It was Saturday, so she invited me to stay and watch through a one way mirror while she gave a private tutorial. It was two pair of twins. The Garrett sisters and the Holstein brothers. Their parents paid her a thousand dollars per kid to teach them all about sex. First she had Jesse strip. That boy had a beer can cock. She had each Garrett sister inspect it closely, and touch it all over, including watching it rise. She then made them take turns checking out Mouse Holstein’s equipment. It wasn’t as thick, and of course, it was already erect, but it was very long. Ms. Grimm showed Gina Garrett how to lick it, then got Georgia going on Jesse. The boys blew their first loads before Grimmie even let them in the twins’ mouths. While they rested up, she stripped so all four could see a mature woman’s anatomy. Then she stripped the girls herself, lecturing on the differences with an eighteen year old. Did you know that even identical twins are slightly different?”

“So I heard.” Having seen the Garrett twins bobbing for apples at the Halloween party, and getting hauled up the stairs to orgy country, I was more ready to accept the truth of this part of Harvey’s story.

“Well, Gina had huge pink areolae, with broad flat nipples. Georgia’s were smaller buds, but her brownish nipples stuck out like baby thumbs. Plus Georgia had a butterfly tattoo on the right cheek of her ass, and Gina’s was on the left. Ms. Grim started by using Georgia as a mannequin to show how to please a woman. Watching Grimmie run her tongue around Georgia’s nipples got me pretty stiff behind the mirror, and Jesse and Gina got revved too. Jesse started licking Gina’s pussy. Then Gina shifted into a 69 position and deep throated him, swallowing his cum. It took a while for Grimmie to notice, she and Mousse were busy, each sucking one of Georgia’s nipples, then sharing one. Then she showed Mouse how to lick down a female torso. Once she got Mouse practicing pussy licking, she noticed Gina and Jesse’s disobedience.”

I was swept up in Harvey’s story now. “What did she do then?”

“To punish them, Ms. Grimm spanked Gina and made her sit in the corner while Grimmie finished with Georgia. I was busy for a while enjoying watching Georgia squirm as Mouse’s tongue darted into her petals, opening her just like flower. He worked slowly as Ms. Grim talked him through each stage, explaining what a woman likes. How to pierce her opening, tease the clit while laving the walls of the pussy. How he should curl his tongue to scoop the clit upright, then spin it like a top. The importance of following that up with fingers, paying attention to the G-spot. She reminded him to vary the direction of the tongue, switching from rotation to little cock-like stabbing motions. After Georgia came two or three times and collapsed on the bed, Ms. Grim finally used Mouse as a practice dummy to show how intercourse worked.”

“How did she punish Jesse?” I asked, more engrossed in the story now that mention of my Mom had stopped. Plus seeing the Garrett twins in the apple bobbing had deepened my appreciation of their beauty. Despite my Halloween night with Ellie Mae, they loomed as attractive novelties. Every guy wants to have twins, together, at least once.

“She made him be her fluffer. He had to lick Mouse’s cock erect. Then she had Mouse tie Jesse to a chair in the corner and Jesse couldn’t touch his stiff cock. He was restrained while he watched Mouse fuck first Ms. Grim then Georgia. Between each one, Jesse had to lick Mouse back up. While Mouse did Grimmie, Gina had to eat Georgia’s pussy. When it was Georgia’s turn with Mouse, Gina had to clean the cream pie out of Grimmie. Georgia must have thought it looked pretty good, because she turned around and got Mouse going doggy style, so she could help clean Grimmie.”

“Did Jesse and Gina ever get more? And how about you?”

“Watching Mouse’s long lance penetrating Georgia’s fresh pussy really got me going, but I came the second time when Jesse slammed his beer can into Gina. She humped up at him like a trout taking a fly. Mouse fed her his cock. She took him cleanly without losing her rhythm with Jesse for a second. It was like ballet, only better. Meanwhile, Ms. Grim instructed Mouse on how to eat cream pie from Georgia. They had a regular daisy chain going.”

“Did you get to join in?”

“No. But the Saturday after, even though Ms. Grim wasn’t at the bridge night, I got to watch Ms. Grim teach them about anal sex.”

Mention of bridge nights brought unsettling images of my mother back into my head. Fortunately, the bell rang. I would never be able to look Ms. Grimm in the eye again. Facing my mother would be hard enough. Facing her without getting hard might be impossible for that matter.

That morning after, I also learned why a standard senior class Halloween bash had turned into a full blown orgy. Wally Walsh’s dad was a research chemist. He was secretly developing a ‘liquid Viagra’. Wally had stolen some of the serum, and had spiked the punch, the apple tub, and the entire Cee-ment pond. Unfortunately, he had tripled the concentration. Wally also did not know that his Dad had sprayed the air at the party with an air born version of the experimental drug. While Wally and Edna Walsh were partaking in the revels, Dr. Walsh was hiding in his lab videotaping the behaviour. No wonder virgin girls ripped their clothes off, and straight women licked pussies. Wally’s Dad lost his job over the party, but no one complained, so no criminal charges followed. The Walshes got everyone to sign releases and now make a nice living selling copies of segments of the tape on the internet porn market. Wally’s Dad also still cooks up his ‘homebrew’ for a select few.

But that was the morning after, and beyond.

Back at the Halloween party, Ellie Mae had my erect cock firmly in hand, stroking away as we watched Harvey, Sally Wurst, Prince Charming and the Hairy Godfather squirming at the edge of the pool. The Prince scissored Mrs. Wurst’s legs around his waist, and drunkenly tried to steer his swollen cock towards her opening. She interrupted licking Harvey long enough to beg Hairy to “just put it in for us, darling, and you can fuck my ass after. My ass isn’t quite virgin, but it is still fresh tonight. A macho trannie like you better not be afraid to touch a little dick.”

Prince Charming was recognizable as one of the senior class’ most notorious braggarts. Seeing that his cock was below standard size explained why he avoided showering after gym class. Ellie Mae made a giggling remark about “some Princes need bigger swords.”

She snuggled closer to me, her breath warm around the edges of my mask, her hand busily priming my pump. My cock had only known Emmy Sue’s hand and my own, but somehow I knew Ellie Mae’s touch was the gold standard. She alternated between long soft strokes with minimal pressure, and teasing squeezes at the base and head. Each time her hand reached the bottom of my shaft, her fingers raked my aching balls, sending shivers up my spine and throbbing pulses through my cock. At the opposite end, her tiny hand would cup my fat crown and then draw back sharply, pulling the slit open. I sensed that in my extended state of arousal, this could not last long. The scent of the warm pussy I held in the hand curled around her ass inside those cutoff jeans added to the intensity.

Ellie Mae either senses my impending explosion, or just knew what the pulsing in her hand foretold. Either way, she whispered, “I want our first time a little less exposed. Let’s go into those trees.”

I was speechless. First time? Did she know I was, technically at least, still a virgin? Was she? Since she was tugging on my cock like a leash, I followed.

The night was even darker with no lights, and a screen of oaks blocking the moonlight. Ellie Mae kissed me deeply as her hands fumbled urgently with the snaps and buttons closing my costume. Talk was unnecessary. She seemed possessed. Even after I learned of the secret experiment, I recalled her haste as inspiring. Her first words were “You really are a monster! I need that giant cock inside me. Help me with these clothes. But be gentle. I’m still a virgin. So far, I have only given head. Well, that and girly play.” She giggled.

Her top was held shut only by the knot tying the shirt tails together below her bra. It had already unraveled in our wrestling, so it only required a single tug to completely open. Once I had her blouse undone, the socks stuffed in the ridiculous bra just popped out, right in my face. Ellie Mae unhooked her bra.

She was surprisingly full and firm. I had just assumed that within the camouflage lurked teeny tits. Instead, Ellie Mae had natural eighteen year old breasts the size of half grapefruits. Breathing raised and lowered them. Just watching redoubled the stiffness of my cock.

She lifted them gently in her hands, as if weighing them. Her thumbs wrapped around the curves, as she squeezed the flesh in her palms. One at a time, she tweaked each nipple with a thumb. She did this just once, slowly, building my anticipation. She paused, watching me watching her.

“Not exactly monster size tits I’m afraid,” she sighed. In the moonlight I only guessed she was blushing.

“Perfect for this monster.”

Her nipples were unlike any of the few I had seen up close before. Perhaps surveying the dozens on display at the party, they would not be unique. But, in this first moment of them being all mine, I was spellbound. The expression ‘thumb like’ nipples is inadequate for her beauties. These ones reacted so intensely to the cool autumn night that their length was half the size of a baby finger. I had never seen nipples coloured the shade of a new copper penny.

“Touch them.”

That was all the urging I needed to test them. I moved my hands around to caress her nipples. I flicked each in turn, just once, with the side of a finger. I watched, hypnotized, as they bobbed up then down, pulling the weight of the breast with them.

I could smell her excitement as we stood together just a few yards from the other partiers, but still alone in the woods. Cupping her breasts in my palms, I turned her around and held her closely, nibbling her left ear. I kissed the side of her neck. She twisted her face to find mine. Her lips lightly touched mine, her tongue pressing between my teeth. We stood there tasting each other, her breath flowing through her flesh into my hands, my fingers caressing her nipples. Finally, she broke the kiss. I explored further with my tongue.

“Ouch. I thought it was vampires that suck blood from the neck,” she playfully protested as I softly ground my teeth on the curve where shoulder met throat.

We just stood there a few minutes allowing me to gently pull on her nipples into tiny erections as she began to move her ass against my stiff rod. Taking my cue from a subtle change in her breathing, I moved around her, crushing her boobs into my chest while I finally undid her shorts. “Please suck my nipples, Frankie.”

I crouched down and tasted her tits as I pushed her shorts to the ground.

As my lips closed over the tips, she arched her back and held my head against each breast in turn, moaning. I reached inside her shorts just in time to feel a fresh gush of moisture as her pussy clamped around my fingers. With each suck, her pussy clenched in tempo.

“What about my cunt, Frankie? Please. I can’t wait much longer.”

I caressed her firm young ass as I kissed down her flat belly, exploring and licking her tender flesh. She helped by tugging her cute baby blue bikini panties down ,exposing a natural looking blond bush, not obviously trimmed, but girlish- just a sparse nest of fine wavy hairs. I removed my tongue from her navel and leaned back, admiring the sight. I worked my fingers around the inside of her thighs from her ass, pulling her labia open gently.

Even after all the nude bodies I had seen at the party, there was something exceptional about hers. It was a religious experience, full of wonderment. I gently kissed her outer lips, and then worked out rather than in, tasting the silkiness of her inner thighs. I licked my way back to her slit, slowly exposing each new layer of tenderness as I pulled her buttocks apart and moved my fingers slowly into the space between her cheeks. My fingers teased her anus, making Elle Mae moan, softly, her sweet soprano “oh” barely audible. Then she giggled again.

My other fingers slowly gently worked her pussy open, revealing the inner layers one by one. I stopped at each step to taste her freshness anew. After each stroke of my tongue, I paused. “Oh, I like that, Ellie Mae murmured. “ Each time you start, it’s like an unexpected thrill.”

I pushed my thumbs deeply inside, pulling her open more. I used my tongue rapidly now to lap at her exposed clit.

“Oh, Frankie, suck my cunt. Eat my clit.”

Ellie Mae grabbed my mask, tugging at the ears. “Let’s get this off, so you can fit better.”

I resisted briefly, until she sighed. “Frankie, I know it’s you. Look at me.”

She pulled my head up. With her other hand, she discarded the wig. I was shocked to see that Ellie Mae was actually Kitty Rourke, the seductive tease I had mistakenly confused with the Black Cat when I arrived.

“I have always wanted you Frankie. Somehow, I knew behind your shyness was a great lover. I never guessed you would have such a monster cock. You picked the perfect costume.”

“But, you said you are a …”

“Virgin? I am. I know every body jokes about Kitty’s pussy, but other than the Garrett girls and Ms. Grimm, no one has ever tasted it before.” She blushed. “I sucked a few cocks for practice, but knew the first time had to be special. I’m glad it’s you.”

Having said this, she, pulled my mask off. She allowed me to press her back on a bed of leaves. Even in the Halloween darkness, the panorama of fall colors set off her flaming red hair. It was like a scene in a movie where suddenly the shading turns from black and white to Technicolor.

She placed one hand at the back of my head and forced me against her wetness. Sharing her desire, I pressed three fingers deep into her juicy cunt, probing the walls of her swollen pussy as I continued to lick and suck her engorged clit. Kitty moaned loudly now my fingers once again slipped up her ass. I felt her convulse with what I guessed was an orgasm. I did not abandon licking her sweetness as she bucked her hips off the ground. My fingers probed her passionately as I slurped up her fragrant secretions.

Kitty caught her breath. We lay there, listening to other partiers using the pool as a trysting spot, cutting through the woods coming and going. I noticed I was laying on something stiff. Reaching under me, I discovered the motorized bat. Turning it on, I steered it so it flew across her heaving breast, tickling the nipples. I grabbed it before it got away. This time, I directed it up her steaming twat. She purred like her namesake.

She reached down and pulled her up her lying body, so my hips straddled her chest. She pulled her head off the ground and took my cock deep into her throat. “I told you I have been practicing,” she murmured, pausing while licking my balls. “It’s like I wanted to be an expert cocksucker just to please you at this moment.”

She switched between taking me fully down her throat and licking my shaft and head like a Popsicle. Her tongue worked exquisitely, carving circles all around my purple head as her hand caressed my scrotum.

She milked my balls and fingered my ass. Not having cum yet, despite all the stimulation, I knew I would not last long. “I can’t hold much longer.”

“Go ahead, Frankie. I want you to flood my mouth with your sperm.”

She bobbed up and down, swallowing my entire cock deeply into her open throat. Within a minute, I lost control, and filled her mouth with hot seed. She grasped me around the base of my shaft, refusing to release me from her throat until my entire offering as spent. When I felt pumped dry, I slid down Kitty’s body, lying on top of her .She stretched up and kissed me, feeding me a ball of my own cum.

We rested, watching the earliest faint hint of dawn painting the sky, listening to other lovers sing their own private songs. Beneath me, I felt her rock hard nipples stabbing my chest as the toy buzzed in her pussy.

“Frankie, I’m close to cumming. I want you inside me.”

My cock was trapped between us in a semi rigid condition. “I want to be on top,” she purred.

Kitty rolled me onto my back and squatted beside me. She pushed her shimmering red hair aside, bobbing up and down, taking my hardening cock fully in her mouth with ease. “This sure beats bobbing for apples” she joked, catching her breath, a long tease of spittle connecting her chin to the eye of my revived monster.

Grasping me firmly by the root, she swung her left leg across me in a practiced gymnastic move. She rode me roughly like a pony, her hair flying wildly, her moans no longer restrained. Each stroke she increased the tempo. I started bucking my hips up off the ground to meet her. Her nails raked my chest. As her panting deepened, she leaned forward, forcing her erect nipples into my mouth, screaming, “Bite me, make me bleed.”

Kitty bounced forcefully in the crisp fall air for minutes which seemed like hours. She began rotating her hips, twisting gently from side to side, her pussy muscles kneading my hardness.

Each time her tits brushed past my face, I lunged at a nipple. About every third time, I caught one, making her “ouch” as the soft skin stretched out from her tit until I released it from my teeth. The harder I bit, the more intensely her cunt clenched around me like a fist.

“Fuck me hard,” Kitty commanded.

Noticing the bat toy discarded nearby, I applied it directly to her clit, beginning with a gentle circular rubbing motion. I discovered I could vary the speed of the motor, increasing then reducing the intensity of the vibrations. Kitty met the thrusts of my cock, while keeping her clit pressed against the toy. By moving the toy I guided her motion, exploring new angles of penetration and electronic stimulation. Then I started rolling the tip of the toy directly on her button. The pulses traveled through her, invigorating my cock, stiffening it to greater girth.