Halloween Libertine Party

The Thompson's Mansion, 1.30 pm.

"Sweetie? Hurry, darling!" Miranda called up the stairs to her youngest daughter, Sachita. "Belinda's arrived."

"Tell her I'm coming", Sachita yelled from inside her room, "I'll be down in a few minutes."

"Sorry, but that's my girl," Miranda explained apologetically to the young woman standing at the porch. "She may have turned eighteen, last December, she still acts like 15, never aware of time!"

"More like twelve." Kevin appearing at the top of the stairs jeered. "The way she acts sometimes. Hi Bel, how are you doing? How can you get along with that little brat?"

"Oh, she has qualities you don't see," Belinda laughed, "and she can act very adult when she wants" she added, thinking of the teasing games they sometimes got into.

"Please come to the living room," Miranda invited, "can't have a guest waiting at the door."

"Thank you, Mam," Belinda answered, using the same endearment that Sachita used with her mother.

Leading the way for Belinda, with Kevin following because of his interest in his sister's friend, Miranda queried

"So, you will all be meeting at your place? Who'll be there with you?"

"The same bunch as usual, Mam," Belinda answered good-humouredly, as she sat on the three-seater, Miranda and Kevin taking place on the loveseat facing her. "Gaëlle, Cassandra and us two."

"Oh, the two foreign students will be with you? Only you four, no boys? And you'll be partying at your house?" Miranda couldn't help acting mother-hen with respect to Sachita, still seeing her as a little girl. The fact that she was in her third year at university at eighteen, having skipped two classes at secondary level, and moving with people two years older and more mature, did nothing to lessen her concern.

"No," the young woman answered, "we intend to go out, you know it's Halloween after all, time for fun."

"Nothing too unruly, I hope?"

"No, not really, just the four of us sticking together and having fun, but as a squad, keeping each other out of trouble until we go back to Cassandra and Gaelle's for a sleepover. Then we'll spend the day together until dinner. I'll bring Sach home, safe and sound, at latest 9.30, tomorrow evening."

Miranda smiled, her heart set at peace that Sweetie's connections at university would be looking after her. They seemed a responsible bunch while still being fun.

Just then, they heard a car honking.

"Oh, that will be Jean Paul," Kevin assumed. He rose up, picking up the bag he had put at his feet and kissed Miranda, "Bye, Mam."

"Bye, my boy, take care."

"Sure, Mam," Kevin answered, as he kissed to Belinda on both cheeks.

"See you, Bel. We should go out together some time, have a coffee or something."

"Why not?" Belinda answered. "We can get to know one another."

"The hell you will," Sachita said, standing at the patio in front of the door, between the stairs and the living-room, looking very innocent in her white polo shirt and mid-thigh shorts. "She's my friend, leave her alone. You have enough girls on the Campus to chase around not to have to run after Bel."

"Oh, grow up," "She can be my friend too."

"Your bedfriend, you mean," Sachita retorted cheekily.

"Like you are trying to be with Jean Paul?" Kevin said dodging her hitting hand as he brushed past her to go to the front door.

"Stop it, you too," Miranda chided. These two still quarrelled like when they were ten and thirteen but the innuendoes behind the teasing showed they were beginning to have adult interests.

Kevin reached the door, waved goodbye, saying "See you tomorrow night", then closed the door.

With Kevin gone, Sachita got nearer Belinda and hugged her.

"Nice to see, Bel. Shall we go?"

Miranda noticing Sachita's small bag queried

"Your costume's in there? You know who you want to be?"

"No, not yet," Sachita lied, kissing her mother good-bye before moving to the door. "That's part of our fun plan, we decided to wait till the last minute and see what we can still put together at the costume shop. Then we all go to Belinda's and get ready for the party."

"You will take pics?" Miranda shouted, coming after them to the door as the girls rushed down the few steps leading to the street. "I'd like to see how you look."

Sachita lifted a thumb-up sign from behind, mumbling for herself, "You bet! Not sure you would like them, Mam."

Miranda watched the two girls get inside Belinda's black Peugeot and drive away, then she went inside and closed the door behind her, a gleeful smile on her face. The place was now all theirs, Wesley and her, until after dinner the next evening. They could indulge in some naughtiness before and after tonight's party without fear of being disturbed by the children!

Singing light-heartedly, she went up the stairs to her own room to take a nap before she started getting ready for the party. It was going to be a long, hectic night!

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Belinda's house, 4h30 p.m.

"Wo-oh-oh, it tickles," Sachita said as the brush applied a stroke of red paint over her erect right nipple. "You sure this is going to work, Bel? You said it's a flash and dare party but how do I flash when I'm already naked?"

"You can always play on the dare part," Belinda smiled.

"You should be familiar with that," Gaëlle teased, "it's not the first time you will be doing a naked dare."

"That's going to be quite different from our usual dares," Sachita exclaimed excitedly. Ever since that holiday for her eighteenth birthday in France when they had gone for three days in a nudist resort, she had discovered that she liked being on display. The holiday gift had not really come as a surprise, their parents' education being quite liberal and tolerant. She knew those things existed and her parents had asked her before if she would like to try, as a way of completing her education now that she was of age. She had agreed out of curiosity but had been surprised to find she liked that, even though nudists did not look at you with lust.

"You mean," Cassie chuckled, "dares like opening the door to a delivery boy in your birthday suit and having him wait while you search for your money? Or sitting in a café wearing only a raincoat with nothing underneath, and all the buttons in front undone? Yes, definitely."

Sachita chuckled too as she remembered her companions' last two dares for her. She had discovered that she didn't need to be completely naked to get her senses tingling. Just showing those parts that are not supposed to be on display in public set her blood running and the girls, especially Cassie and Gaëlle had a way of tricking her into being the one to flash, often playing on her younger age.

However, knowing she was being conned did not stop her pretending otherwise and go along with the dare, being quite happy to feel alive in a different sort of way, with the added elation of their victims' surprised look. Of course, she was not the only one to flash but while she did it 'coerced' by a dare, the two foreign students often did it just when they felt like it or to fish some dude for some physical exercise afterwards. it was not uncommon to see one of the two go to the rest room and return to lay their panties on the table. Then go for a guy, hooking him through a flash routine and then take him to the two-bedroom apartment that they shared.

Sachita often wondered if the man had sex only with the flasher or with both of them. Her queries only got vague answers like they did have a good time and they did have sex but with no further details. It even happened a couple of times that Gaëlle and Cassandra each flash-hooked a guy, then took the two of them to their place. As Belinda drove Sachita home afterwards, both girls animatedly discussed whether each girl took her catch to her own room, whether there was swapping afterwards or whether it was straightaway a foursome. These discussions always had the younger girl's panties damp and on reaching home, she would frig herself to exhaustion in the privacy of her bedroom.

On those evenings when they chose not to bring males home, the two flatmates sometimes invited the two island girls to their apartment to evacuate the tension of the flashing. They usually used the two bedrooms for one-on-one lesbian fun tried but they also once indulged in a foursome, which led the two local girls to believe things were not very different when they had male guests, whether one or two.

The two islanders never got invited when men were around but Sachita had her own experience with men, her first being at that same nudist resort she went to for her 18

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birthday celebration. Though they were naturists, her youthful body with already the right curves, her pert brown-nipped tits and her delectable young ass had attracted a few gazes. And the youthful bush of her early-afternoon first appearance that changed to a neatly trimmed landing strip on her second appearance that same evening as she was blowing her birthday candles, had added to the interest of some young males who had come around and danced with her. She had treated herself to a personal birthday gift that same night, offering her first cock to her virgin pussy and she had loved it so much that she had renewed the experience thrice during the three-day vacation, once with the same guy, then with two other guys at different moments during her stay. The whole thing of course discreetly, unknown to her family.

"The flash will come when people realise you are naked," Belinda explained, answering Sachita's question. "Our two artists here are professionals enough to provide sufficient cover to fool everyone."

"Even at close view?"

"Even at close view," the man working on her torso answered. "The details are so intricately worked it will look like you are wearing real clothes, and the accompanying accessories will complete the illusion. And the paint won't wash away by accident. No liquid will wash it away," he laughed. "not even your own arousal juices. Only the special oil we'll give you."

"Technically, we will not be naked," Cassie remarked, "we will be wearing paint."

"Once they know it's paint," Gaëlle explained, "the tease will be that they know we're naked but they see us with clothes."

"Oh, I see," Sachita exclaimed. She looked in the long and wide mirror that covered practically the whole wall. Belinda had her father set up the room for her dance practice and in Belinda's parents' absence (a fact they had omitted telling Sachita's mother), the girls had thought it would be fun to all be there together while they were being clothed in their Halloween costume by the two male artists. It was more spacious than the foreign girls' two-bedroom apartment.

The mirror sent her the image of them four all standing naked. The artist who was doing her applied a last touch with his brush then moved on to Cassandra to apply the same motif on her breasts. Next to Cassandra was Belinda, then Gaëlle. At Belinda's foot, another body painter was at work on her crotch, Gaëlle's crotch having already been done. The boys were working rapidly.

"Anyway, " Cassie went on, " expect more at this party than anything that ever happened on one of our flashing expeditions. You were there last year, Bel, weren't you? What's your experience?"

'Tonight was going to be different, they would not only see, but also touch,' Sachita thought. Belinda who was now having her breasts dressed answered,

"Oh, it was an awesome experience, even though you were not there with me then. I got invited on the recommendation of my then-mentor in libertinism." She looked in Sachita's direction to explain, with an undertone of licentiousness. "Just as you are this year on these two perverts' recommendation. Pity she left, you would have loved her, girls. To come back to last year, we got our pick from the cold buffet and took a seat. It's amazing how their masks can leave your mouths free so you can eat or do other things, yet modify your voice so that nobody can recognise you."

"Yes," Gaëlle added, "I think it's some electronic device hidden in the under-the-jaw part."

"You mean," Sachita asked, "it's a pull-on mask that covers the whole head?"

"Not quite," Gaëlle explained, "it's more something that covers your face with openings for your eyes, nostrils and mouth and it is made from a material that wraps around from forehead to under the chin and on the sides over the cheeks once you tie the straps at the back to hold it on."

"I've heard it's quite recent technology," Cassandra completed, "the organisers take great care to ensure anonymity, their own and those of all their guests."

"Yes, they are quite rich and powerful," Gaëlle said, "just look at the shows they set up, and the transport they provide to their guests, and the food they serve. You were talking about the buffet just now, weren't you, Bel?"

"Yes, the rarest delicacies you could think of," Belinda agreed, "to resume my account of last year's experience, we were eating like some others, watching the rest dancing in couples or groups. There was quite a lot of touching and groping, inside and outside the groups."

"Oh, they just start touching and feeling like that?" Sachita asked, incredulous. "You mean there will be feeling and groping too?"

The artist doing the lower body was now at her feet and he applied a damp cloth over her shaven pussy to wipe out the juice that had started oozing before applying the paint.

"Well, inside the groups," Cassandra intervened to explain, "they know each other even if they are now unidentifiable to outsiders and they know among themselves what is and what is not allowed. For example, for us four, anything goes between us as far as touching is concerned."

"Outside groups," Gaëlle added to complete the explanation, "whatever is exposed is deemed touchable."

"Like my mentor," Belinda said, "who chose to come topless last year. Every now and then, she was getting playful squeezes and flattering remarks on her boobs. I must say they were quite a pair, very eye-catching. But they did not touch her elsewhere or me for that matter."

"What's her name?" Sachita asked.

"She can't tell you," Cassie intervened, "you are secrecy bound not to reveal the identity of others to people outside."

"Just curious," Sachita apologised, then asked again, "What about us then? Are we getting groped? Are we exposed or not?"

The two foreigners chuckled in unison.

"To be or not to be exposed, "Cassandra mocked, "that is the question."

"Don't worry," Gaëlle intervened, "At least, we will be under paint cover. There will be others who will be openly flaunting their goods."

"Oh, yes," Cassandra added with relish, "we are not speaking of daring clothes that will give a chance peek at a boob or pussy. Some will come with bared bosom like Belinda's mentor last year, others with ass in the air." Addressing Gaëlle, "remember that woman last year? Her bodice covered her whole torso except her tits and similarly, her ankle-length skirt covered everything from the waist down except her conch and butt."

"And that other woman," Gaëlle added, "who came as a slave, completely naked and shaved, drawn by a chain by her master."

"It really is a flash party then," Sachita commented.

"A flash party and much more than that," Gaëlle corrected. "If you flash on someone," deliberately using the same word with another meaning, "you can invite him or her to one of the side rooms for some naughty game, though it's normally the men who do the chasing."

"You will have pointers as to whom you can go to." Cassie added. "Avoid men with red scarfs, they are there for gay encounters. But I suggest you wait for invitations to come to you. With your cute little body, you shouldn't be scarce as far as proposals are concerned."

"But remember," Gaëlle concluded as she tied a necklace round Sachita's throat, "you will be expected at the real party and you should keep some of your hunger and your energy for then."

"And what if I don't get invited?" Sachita asked.

"This," Gaëlle said, pulling on the small pendent attached to the necklace, "will ensure you will."

As the man doing her lower body rose, having finished his task on her, Sachita took the pendent between thumb and forefinger and looked at it in the mirror. It was a silver reproduction of the feminine symbol, the O linked below to a +. She looked at her friends. Now that they were all dressed, they looked so much alike they were like sisters. Sisters in debauchery. And they were all wearing the same necklace.

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Jean Paul's apartment, 5 p.m.

"So how do you feel attending your first official orgy?" Jean Paul asked Kevin as he checked the latter's look. "Last time at Amir's Bachelor party, where you got invited as one of his close friends, you got to fuck the two strippers who came for the show but you didn't know that would happen. Tonight, we are going specifically for a fuck party. That's why we got that health certificate. By the way, I hope you didn't leave it at home? You won't get in without it."

"No, don't you worry," Kevin replied, tapping the tuxedo he was wearing as part of his Count Dracula persona, to indicate it was in his flap pocket. "I'm really looking forward to it. What you told me about your last year's experience had whetted my appetite and I'm looking forward for more."

"Did you know your performance at that Bachelor party earned you your final access to the party?"

Kevin remembered too well that hot bachelor party when for the first time he had sex with two different girls at the same time, with people watching. He had discovered he got excited engaging in sexual activities in public places, at the risk of being seen but it was the first time he did it openly with spectators watching.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You were being monitored for your access to tonight's party by the people organising it.

"And you didn't tell me anything, warn me or something?"

Jean Paul who was his mentor in this domain had spoken to him about the libertine party happening at Halloween. After ensuring his friend was interested, he set about making an application to get the latter invited to the main party. His hope was Kevin would then, like himself last year, get invited to join the private party with the members. He didn't know that the organisers went so far as test the potential candidates.

"Truth is, I didn't know myself until somebody there whispered in my ear on seeing you perform that you would be a good candidate for tonight's party. That's when I knew."

"And the result is...?"

"When I made an application for you, it was to get you inside. Once there, I intended to push you in certain directions to attract attention on you and get you invited to the members' party. Like I did last year."

"Yes. You told me about that. You managed to get your hands on two bisexual sluts who readily followed you in one of the side-rooms reserved for sex."

"Yes. I didn't know it then but we were in a pink room where others can come in and watch you perform. I got both of them to come three times before I spunk my first load. That pushed a half-naked beauty to come and whisper in my ear whether I wanted to attend the private party. Which I did of course."

"And that earned you your invitation for tonight."

"Yes, directly to the private party, but not the banquet. That is reserved for the members. With the bonus that I could get one friend invited to the main party if I wished, which is what I did for you."

"So, I take it I've been accepted to the main party thanks to the Bachelor party. And now I have to earn my way to the private party."

"Better than that. Your performance at Amir's earned you access directly to the private party. As I said, we need to go the main party for dinner. After dinner there's a great party where all mingle. This is when some from the main party may get picked up by members to participate in their libertine activities."