Amy was coming home to celebrate Thanksgiving with the family. It would be the first visit home since heading off to college back in September. The problem was that there just wouldn't be the normal family drama that every family goes through sitting around the dining room table. Amy was going to have to tell her parents that she was pregnant. Worse, she didn't even know who the father was. She was about to make her parents' worst fears come true: Barely two months away and she's already coming home knocked up. The fact that she doesn't even know who the father is is just going to make it worse. And how the hell was she going to explain how this all happened? Because she knew that was going to be the first question they were going to ask.
It's not like she didn't know how it happened. She knew exactly how it happened, and she knew exactly when it happened. To the day. To the hour.
Her college roommate Lori worked at a local haunted house back during the Halloween season. Every year, after the haunted house closes down for the season, the workers all throw a big costume party. Well, that's what they call it. In reality, it was just one big orgy. Basically, everybody shows up in costume - not the one they used during the haunted house itself. A brand new costume. Guys all scamper around the house and pick a room, then the girls just pick a room and go on in. Whatever happens...happens. A lot of people will invite friends along and nobody ever complains. Who the hell is going to complain about more women showing up looking for anonymous sex?
"You should go, Amy. You haven't been out and about since you got here. I went last year. It was a lot of fun. There's nothing like getting fucked silly by someone you've never met." Lori said.
Amy didn't need all that much convincing. She and her boyfriend split up when they left for college. She hasn't been laid since. So, what's the harm? She shows up, has a one-night stand, and that's the end of that.
Lori drove her to the party. She didn't go out of her way on a costume, and basically stuck to your standard "slutty cheerleader" costume you can buy at any cheap costume store for a few bucks. She wasn't going for originality. She was going for sexuality and ease of access. She wasn't that worried about anonymity since she knew almost nobody in town anyway, but she threw some zombie makeup on her face just to be on the safe side. Lori headed in first and that would be the last that Amy would see of her this evening. She was escorted down the hall a few minutes later.
Her escort opens the door to a dark room where it's pretty clear there's already a couple of people doing the deed.
"Oh, oh...shit...sorry", the escort said. It didn't matter. Before he could shut the door, a hand reached out and pulled Amy into the room. "It's Ok. Always room for more.". All Amy could tell was that the voice was female, and from the heavy breathing she could tell there was someone already pleasuring her.
A threesome? Amy wasn't even given the chance to wrap her head around the situation before she found herself grasping onto the couch, panties pulled aside, and a woman dressed as Harley Quinn tongue-fucking her pussy like her life depended on it. Harley was bent over on all fours and while this was going on, a guy in a Batman costume was fucking her doggy style. It was pretty obvious that Harley was experienced with women, and it wasn't all that long before her brain lost any ability to protest even if she wanted to. Harley was doing things to her that she didn't even think possible.
