Accidental Slut a Halloween Party

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 kids 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.