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[Introduction] Mr. Jenkins has invited most of the town to a Halloween bash at his mansion. Unknown to his guests he has laced the food and drink with aphrodesiacs and has settled into a dark room watching the unfollding actions on the security cameras placed throughout the house. Anything that could happen in real life can occur in this story. This includes but is not limited to incest, underage sex, bestiality and rape. If any of these are not your thing - consider yourself warned (i.e. you might want to find another story). If you wish to be added to the authors writing this story please email me. Authors please note
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 MeganBlackwell  Dan Harris pulled his minivan into the driveway of the address on the invitation in his wife's hand. As they presented the invitation to the guard at the gate, Dan was a little surprised to see the grim reaper wave them through the gate.The guy even has his staff in costume! The Harris family had never been to one of Mr. Jenkin's parties before but they had heard that it was the party to go to. Shaking his head he still wasn't sure how his family had suddenly been selected to attend.As they pulled into the turnabout in front of the house the valet met them. The young man dressed as Dracula opened the door allowing Alice and the kids to exit. Dan also exited the car, clipping on the tail to his devil outfit. Handing Dracula a $20 and the keys he joined his family. He looked over their costumes for a moment to see that all was in order. His youngest daughter was dressed as a fairy, her blond hair tucked up into a tiara that matched the wand in her hand. As he straightened the seven year old's wings he patted her on the head. "Be on your best behavior tonight Erica." He then turned to his eleven year old son. As a werewolf, Blake was wearing the hottest costume of the group and Dan wondered how long it would be before he wound up giving up on the mask. His mother had insisted on bringing spare makeup just for that possibility. He then turned to his teenaged daughter with a slight from. He and Alice had argued against Megan's first choice of a pirate wench, arguing that such an outfit was not appropriate for a fourteen year old. However after she had seen Alice's French maid outfit Megan had pitched a fit. The Red Riding Hood outfit was the compromise that was reached, though Dan still felt the skirt was too short. Seeing that their outfits were in order the family turned to the large mansion before them and stared in awe. Never before had they imagined such a large home. "Who has a house this big? Really." Dan wondered aloud. As they moved towards the steps leading to the front door, the sky filled with ominous gray clouds as the storm front the news had predicted rolled in. Glad to have arrived now before the rain started the family hurried towards the door. When they reached the steps, the front doors swung open on their own. Motion detectors on the front doors? Dan's eyes scanned the building looking for the presence of such a monitoring system but his experienced eyes saw no such system. As they stepped through the doorway it swung shut behind them. Stepping into the foyer the family noticed a creepy looking grandfather clock. The pendulum was carved to look like a demon's tail while the face of the clock was being swallowed by a gaping maw of evil looking teeth. As 7:00 occurred, the clock chimed, with a melancholy tone. It was then that Megan noticed the numbers on the clock. The roman numbers on it went to 13, not 12. Also the clock was running backwards! Suddenly a disembodied voice filled the room. Dan watched in amazement as each of the guests turned a different direction facing where they perceived the voice to be coming from. Even people who were standing right next to each other faced totally different ways. Idly he wondered how it was possible to mask the location of the sound so well. Ah! It seems our last guest has arrived. I apologize, but it seems that I won't be able to join you…I am tied up at the moment. The lights flickered and then went out. Seconds later a flash of lightning flashed outside illuminating a body hanging from the vaulted ceiling in the grand room that everyone had moved into. As the entire crowd gasped in shock the voice continued on. The entire house is open to you. Maps can be found next to the grandfather clock. Please make yourself at home…for you will soon make this dismaying observation: This house no longer has any doors to the outside world. Ha ha ha ha. The lights restored themselves, those to a much more muted quality. The smell of food wafted out of the kitchen. Most impressively though in the perhaps fifteen seconds the lights were out, the entire great room had been covered with spider webs. Every now and then a random item could be seen floating through the room as if carried by a ghost. Dan turned to look back at the door, finding that the voice had spoken the truth, the door did appear to be gone. Not believing his eyes he strode back through the foyer running his hands over the wall looking for a hidden seam. His eyebrows rose as he detected no trace what-so-ever. No seam, no false wall in front of the door nothing. Damn this guy's good. As he turned to catch up with his family who was already heading towards the kitchen he shook his head. As he joined the rest of the guests he fell into the line that was feeding into the kitchen. He could see his family several feet in front of him. As he waited in line the woman behind him bumped into him. "Excuse me." Dan turned to see a woman in a very sexy schoolgirl outfit. She her hair and make up, combined with her size made her look not much more than sixteen. As Dan look at her he tried to push the impure thoughts entering his head away. What am I doing? I'm happily married! Nodding at her he turned his attention back to filing into the kitchen. Bob Pickering Virginia McPhail chided herself for being so clumsy. She had been lucky enough to be invited to what what was rumored to be the swankiest Halloween party in town, and the first thing she had done is run smack dab into the back of another party-goer. Ginny, as she preferred to be called, could think of no reason she, of all people, had been invited to this party. After all, she was not exactly the most popular girl at Kennedy Preparatory Academy, and she hadn't done anything or said anything that would merit an invitation to an exclusive event like this. In fact, at first, she thought the whole thing was just another joke the "cool kids" were playing on poor "Virgin McFail" as they referred to her; but, when she opened the invitation which had been surreptitiously slipped into her locker overnight, she knew no one would put that kind of effort into a simple prank. The bond of paper, the gilted border, the elegantly scripted typeface, this was a professional job, no question. But why? It wasn't that she was ugly, far from it. She was actually quite attractive, certainly prettier than the popular kids that ceaslessly tormented her. No, it was all because her family was poor and theirs were rich. It hadn't always been that way. Ginny was just like any other kid in the relatively wealthy West Palm Beach suburb of Palm Lakes. She lived in nice house with her Mom and Dad and her cat, Alice. Her Dad had been a successful day trader, until the stock market crashed and he lost everything. Unable to recoup his losses and running out of options, he put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Ginny's mother was understandably devestated. Not only had she been left alone to care for Ginny, but her husband's life insurance had lapsed due to his inability to come up with the money to cover the premiums. With what little money she had been able to scrape together, the two were able to move to a single-wide mobile home just a few miles away, but a world apart, from what they had been accustomed to. Ginny had managed to secure a spot at the prestigeous Kennedy Prep on scholarship due to her stellar grade point average, but the other girls never let her forget that she was the poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks. Well, tonight was her Cinderalla night. It was her chance to shine. She hoped that one of the other girls would be invited tonight and see her there in all her glory. That would show them. Her mother, of course, had no idea she was here. Ginny told her she was spending the night with her friend, Alex, and had made sure Alex would cover for her - just in case. Since she had no money to buy a costume, she would have to make do with what she had. Her Kennedy Prep uniform would be perfect. She had heard the rumors, of course, that all sorts of debauchery took place at the Jenkins Halloween party, but how bad could it be if they were inviting high school girls; and so what if it did, she deserved a little fun for a change. She had changed from her street clothes into her uniform at Alex's house. She didn't dare let her mother see her walk out of the house that way or she would know something was up for sure. She and Alex also "borrowed" some of Alex's mother's makeup. She hadn't originally intended to look so "slutty", but when she saw the finished product, Ginny was pleased with the outcome. In an attempt to appear older, she swept her blond curls up, into a loose updo that she thought would look elegant. The effect was the opposite, making her look younger than her 15 years, but she was not yet self-aware enough to realize the error. Now that she was here at the suarez, she was feeling especially self-conscious. She was thinking that maybe the whole thing was a bad idea when she walked right into the back of Dan Harris. Oddly enough, running into him was just the boost of confidence she needed. When he swung around she saw the look in his eyes, and knew that she had seen that look before. She had seen it many time in the eyes of some of the men her mother brought home; only with them it had been creepy. It was the look of desire. She was old enough to tell when a man wanted her, and this one definitely did - or at least was thinking about it. The mere thought of it was making her a little wet, and the intensity of her reaction surprised her. He wasn't a bad looking guy, she thought. Maybe a little old for her, but it wasn't like she was looking for a boyfriend. She had seen him when he first came in with his wife - at least she guessed it was his wife - and three kids. It wasn't likely she would get a chance to hook up with him anyway. His wife was a knockout and in that sexy French maid outfit and he would be crazy to leave her alone with this crowd. He'd probably be spending the rest of the night beating the other guys - and maybe some of the girls - off with a club just to keep them away from her. The other three, two girls and a boy ... well, there might be an opportunity there. It was hard to tell about the boy, he was wearing a mask, but judging by his size, he was probably no more than a middle schooler. If he looked anything like his father though, she would be willing to overlook his age. The little girl, who couldn't have been more than 7 or 8 years old, was dressed as a fairy. She wondered Who brought a kid that young to a Halloween party like this? Who knew what kind of perverts would be here? Still, she was a cutie pie, he father had better keep an eye on her, too. The other girl, the one dressed as Red Riding Hood, had definite possibilities. She was about her age and looked familiar, Ginny thought, maybe she was a student at Kennedy. Ginny wasn't particular when it came to matters of sexual desire. Male, female, it didn't make much difference to her as long as they were hot. She and Alex had even experimented with each other, although they had both gotten bored with that after a while. She eyed Red Riding Hood carefully, with her long, dark, almost black, wavy hair peeking out from beneath the scarlet hood of her costume. It contrasted nicely with her pale ivory complexion and startling, ice blue eyes. The girl seemed a bit timid, following closely behind her mother, but Ginny was sure she could get her to open up, given the opportunity. Meanwhile, in an isolated room filled with television monitors in the attic of the old mansion, even this subtle contact between Ginny McPhail and Dan Harris had not gone unnoticed by the practiced eye of Edward Jenkins. He had been doing this for years and he knew exactly what signs to look for. There had been other promising hints amongst his various other guests that this was going to be a wild and exciting night, but this situation would definitely be one that would bear watching. styxx Edward had had it in mind to seperate his guests, men in one room while the ladies went to another. The intention was then to control what might seem like accidental meetings and trysts by engineering the movements between one room and another. It was a plan that had worked in the past and been highly successful, but somehow, the sexual tension in the room was so highly charged, that he changed his mind and instead, would use his wraiths to engineer these accidental joinings.But first, the food. From experience, having his guests suitably fed and suitably watered with his specialty punch, inhibitions left the room and clothes became a hindrance more than anything. Admittedly, some of his guests were well under the legal age and in normal circumstances, the parents would run screaming blue murder, if their little child were so much as looked at in the wrong way. But he was sure that the concoction of special ingredients, added to the fruit punch, would soon overcome those parental concerns. He had plans for Megan Harris. Both her parents were present, both should partake of the punch and then, hopefully, take great delight in seeing their little teenaged daughter deflowered. It was just a choice of who would be her partner. In a peverse way, he would have liked it to be Dan, her father, but he had already paired him up with Ginny. He would leave the decision for a while, until a suitable person could be found. The trick would be to get Mom and Dad in the same room, with Ginny and Megan, Megan's partner and hell, why not? the kids as well. He rubbed his hands together gleefully as he announced through the surround sound speakers, that food would be served in the dining room. A press of a button on his console opened the screening curtain to reveal the door. This promised to be a great evening. Liveried manservants silently served the platters of spiced duck, the fish in a tamarind sauce and delicacies beyong counting. He had catered for every palate, even the vegans in his host. With each serving, the punch was doled out in the only glass for each table setting. Purposely, water was off the menu, he wanted to ensure that everyone had at least one glassfull of fruit punch. It was only fruit punch afterall, so no one should have any problems with even the littlest kids having some. They were not to know that the slight after taste was a heady concoction from darkest Peru, similar to that used by shamans to enter into the dream world for a short time. The loss of memory was an added bonus. The meal soon finished and second or third glasses were drunk. Edward studied the interactions of his guests as they gorged themselves. Mrs Harris seemed to have taken a shine to a young lad of perhaps twenty one or two who was sat next to her. Edward could not remember the name, but knew him to be a football player in college, destined to make the pro draft. Megan had been placed next to Dan, no accident, they were feeding each other grapes, passing them back and forth between lips in a bacanalian debauch like manner. The chemistry was positively electric between those two and it seemed not to phase Mrs. Harris in the slightest. Erica and Blake were earnestly discussing something in whispered exchanges. Edward had a feeling that he would not need to engineer anything for those two. Judging by the closeness and surupticiously furtive touches, they would be making out all by themselves. Edward remarked to himself, out loud. "Even at their tender ages, given the right stimulous, sex is the base of all relationships, even siblings." He almost missed Dan get up and help Megan to her feet, but just managed to capture the moment on his digital CCTV system. Dan lead her by the hand and seemd to be looking for something or somewhere. As planned, another curtain slid noislessly to reveal yet another door. Dan reached for the handle and to his immense relief found the privacy of a bedroom. Edaward set the CCTV to record and panned back to the dining room. Alice had moved on several steps with her footballer friend to Edwards surprise. He had his large hand down the front of her French Maid costume and was groping her breast while nuzzling her neck, just below her ear. Alices hands were also busy, untying the laces of his woodcutter trews and desperately trying to release the young mans cock. She was licking her lips, fellatio was clearly her intention, right there and then, in front of the other guests, but more importantly, in front of her yougest children who stared, open mouthed at their mother as she managed to free a monster cock and then begin to swallow it. Edward delighted at the wanton behaviour and lent forward toward his screen in order to get a clearer view. He could see her throat working, what appeared to be all of nine inches, into her gullet. Erica, always following the lead of her mother, very quickly had Blakes cock in her mouth. From the corner of her eye, she watched as her mother bobbed her head up and down on the footballers cock, she follwed suit and soon had the satisfaction of having her brother stiffening in her mouth. The CCTV was set to record again as Edward searched the multi-camera array of his console to see what had happend to several of his guests who had slipped out of the dining hall. MeganBlackwell Edward Jenkins shook his head snapping out of his daydream. If only my parties were that easy. Looking at his monitors he noticed Virginia and Megan's skin flushing as the aphrodisiac laced food and drink started to take effect. Moments later the girls excused themselves from the table and headed off separately in search of bathrooms so that they might find a private place to masturbate. Mr. Jenkins smiled knowing that even though the door's appeared to lock from the inside, the mechanisms were all disabled such that anyone could walk in on them. He also took note of the way that Dan's eyes followed Virginia's ass. And surprisingly Megan's ass was watched by her brother. Scratching his beard he contemplated - the father or the brother - who get's Megan's cherry? He'd have to orchestrate things to ensure others don't ruin his plans either way. After finishing her plate, Erica asked her mom to be excused to explore the house. Her mom agreed, not really listening as her eyes were riveted to a man across the way. Bob Pickering Virginia was the first to come upon an empty bathroom. She certainly hoped the lock on this one worked. The first bathroom she had come to was occupied by a pirate and his lusty wench. They were going at it hot and heavy on the counter and had barely looked up when she entered. Before excusing herself for intruding, she heard the wench murmur something to her lover about not locking the door, to which he replied that he had locked it. Seeing those two fucking had gotten her even more hot and bothered, and if she didn't releive herself soon, she'd probably go nuts. Making sure it was indeed empty, she entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her, making sure the lock was turned to prevent unwanted visitors. The room was quite opulent, certainly nicer than any bathroom she'd ever been in, even when her father was alive and they had lived in the "nice house" as she had taken to calling it. The room itself was huge and the walls were done up in a pastel blue hue. A garden sized jacuzzi tub took up several feet along one wall, while a vanity with dual mable vessel style sinks and ornamental faucets stood opposite. There was comfortable looking stool with a royal blue padded seat up against the far wall near the toilet. Taking a seat on the stool, she hiked up her school girl skirt and began to rub her mound through the thin fabric of her cotton panties.Meanwhile, Megan found herself in the same hallway that Virgina had been in. By judiciously locking certain doors by remote control as Megan roamed the halls, Edward had been able to guide her here. Now, if she would just open the door, he might get to see some action. As if to answer his unspoken wish, Megan opened the door to the bathroom. It took her a moment before her eyes adjusted from the dim light in the hall to the brighter glare in the washroom. "Oh my God," she blurted, seeing Ginny, who by now had her fingers buried deep in her dripping folds on the far side of the room. "I'm ... I'm so sorry," she stammered, backing out of the room. "I ... I wasn't ... I mean I didn't," she tried to explain, only to realize she was making things worse. "Shit, I ...." She never finished the statement before collapsing to the saltillo tile floor. "Shit!" Ginny exclaimed, pulling her fingers out of her pussy, and racing to Megan's side. "Oh my God," she muttered under her breath. She didn't know what had happened and it wasn't like she had any kind of medical training. For all she knew, the girl lying on the floor could be dead. "Whaa..." "Thank God," Ginny thought with a sigh of relief upon hearing Megan's voice. "What happened?" Megan asked puzzled at her sudden light-headedness. "I don't know," Ginny soothed. "It looked like you just fainted." "Why?" "I dunno," Ginny responded. "Maybe it was something you ate." She didn't know how right she was. Edward watched the whole thing unfold via the bathroom camera cleverly hidden in a pottled fern. He hadn't thought about that. When putting the aphrodisiacs in the food, he hadn't taken into account the fact that this was the first year that children had been invited to the party. It should have occurred to him that their smaller, less mature bodies might react differently to the stimulants. He didn't know whether or not that was a good thing. On the one hand, the more drugged up the children became, the less powerful their inhibitions would become. On the other, he didn't want them to be so strung out that they couldn't perform at all. By now, Ginny had raised Megan into a sitting position and was enventually able to coax her to a seat on the edge of the tub. "Wow, I'm so glad you're okay," Ginny said with a slight giggle. "I wouldn't know what to do. Everybody is so caught up in their own thing downstairs." "I guess you woulda had to call 911 on your phone or something," Megan smiled. Ginny's face clouded over. "I don't have a cell phone," she admitted. "No cell phone," Megan asked incredulously. "I thought everyone had a cell phone these days. What does your mom think you're too young or something? I've heard of parents like that, they're so strict with their kids. I would hate that." "No, it's nothing lke that," she looked downcast. "My mom has really had a hard time since my dad died. It's all she can do to buy food and pay rent." "Wow, I'm sorry," Megan apologized. "I didn't mean to dig into your business, I just thought ...." "No it's okay," Ginny replied. "You asked and ... well, sometimes it's nice to be able to tell someone with them judging me." "Oh, I would never do that," Megan said earnestly. "My mom and dad, they make me and my brother and sister go downtown every year and help feed the homeless at Christmas. I know you aren't homeless but it makes me realize how hard it must be not to have money." "Yeah, it is kinda tough," Ginny allowed with a half smile. She decided she liked Megan, and not just because she was cute. "Um, can I ask you something?" Megan asked from beneath long eyelashes, her eyes partially averted. "Sure." "When ... when I came in, were you ... you know?" Ginny flushed bright red and then giggled girlishly, "Yeah. I guess I should be kinda embarrassed ... but I'm not." "Oh." She was silent for a moment, not sure what to say. Something odd had come over her ever since she had eaten that piece of cake in the kitchen. It didn't feel like her. She was at a loss to describe exactly how she felt since she had never experienced it before. The closest she could come was like the time she and Tommy Rubin had been necking in the car after the Freshman dance. He had been rubbing her thigh beneath the new satin dress her mom had bought her for the occassion. He had wanted to go farther, and she wanted to too, but Megan was a nice girl and nice girls didn't do that. Now she wanted to do that again. She looked at Ginny whose eyes had assumed a drugged look, like she was half here, and half somewhere else. It occurred to her that Ginny was very pretty and looked sexy in her little school girl outfit. Girls weren't supposed to like other girls were they? Without pausing to think about what she was doing, Megan leaned in and kissed Ginny deeply on the lips. Taken by surprise, it took Ginny a moment to respond, but was soon kissing Megan back with feverish intensity. Looking to the side, she noticed what she had first taken to be a wicker wastebasket was instead a basket filled with adult toys of all descriptions. Sitting near the top was a large pink rubber phallus, roughly 10 inches long, and at least 4 inches in diameter. Stretching her arm out without breaking contact with Megan, Ginny pulled the container toward her and fished out the toy. Taking control, she gently pushed Megan back so was flat on her back on the soft rug in front of the tub. In his video room upstaris, Edward held his breath in anticipation. He congratulated himself on having the foresight to stock each bathroom with an ample supply naughty novelties. After all, who said bathrooms were just for using the toilet? The night was indeed off to a promising start. He absently wondered if the hard drives would have enough storage to record it all. He had a full terabyte of memory, but if all of his cameras could catch something like this, well .... Back in the bathroom, Ginny had removed and tossed aside Megan's bright crimson hooded cape and unbuttoned her pretty cotton blouse. She was planting tiny kisses on her stomach as her hands were occupied unhookng the front clasp of her bra to reveal her small adolescent breasts. Acheiving success, Ginny turned her attention to Megan's hard pink nipples, alternately sucking at them and giving them gentle nips with her teeth, drawing cute squelches of pain from the naive teen. As her mouth worked its wonders on Megan's quivering ivory mounds, under the costume's skirt, Ginny's hand moved up the other girl's exposed thigh toward her virgin sex. Her progress was only momentarily halted by the lacy crotch of her panties, which the more experienced girl swiftly pushed aside. Megan jumped slightly as she felt the teens slender finger slide along her by now well lubricated slit, and moaned as it penetrated her tight channel. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" Ginny whispered. Megan nodded and her face reddened in embarrassment which Ginny found endearing. "Don't worry," she reassured with a broad smile. "I promise I'll be gentle." True to her word Ginny gently worked, first one, the two fingers up inside Megan's pussy. Soon she had the 14 year-old moaning and squirming in delight. As she reached Megan's unbroken hymen, she worked more carefully, making sure she didn't cause any more pain than absolutely necessary. Megan winced the few times that Ginny's probing became too forceful. Finally, the older girl brought the large dildo to the lips of Megan's labia and gently forced the large member inside her channel, stopping briefly at short intervals to allow the muscles of her vagina to adjust to the invading member. When the dildo met the resistance of her virgin membrane, Ginny kept a steady pressure on the toy, stretching and then ripping away the shreds of her cherry. Megan responded to the pain soundlessly, though tears ran down her cheeks through tightly shut eyes. When the rubber shaft finally halted, bumping into the entrance of her cervix, her eyes flew open and a tremulous gasp escaped from her throat. She gripped Ginny's upper arms tightly, as if holding on for dear life as the older girl skillfully worked the long, thick cock inside Megan, starting with slow, deliberate movements, but increasing the speed and adding circular motion as the cute brunette became used to being filled. She even found her own rhythm, responding to Ginny's fucking by thrusting herself onto the dildo, acting purely on instinct. "Oh God," she moaned in a little girl voice. "That feels soooo good. Don't stop, please don't stop," she pleaded. The room swam in and out of focus as Megan gave into pure sensation. I, I , I," she babbled, wanting deperately to express her unbridled joy and gratitude but unable to verbalize it as mind lost the ability to control her body. "Oh shit, sweet Jesus," she screeched at the top of her lungs as waves of warmth washed over and then engulfed her being. Her shiny red lacquered nails dugs deeply into the flesh of Ginny's biceps as the cock rammed into her again and again. She was aware of a liquid squirting out from between her thighs as her brain exploded in a brilliant display of emotional fireworks. Every muscle in her body clenched and her toes curled against the soles of her red patent leather high heels as her first orgasm shook her to her very core. Edward Jenkins smiled to himself as he wiped his hand with a Kleenex. He had gotten so excited himself that he had actually felt the need to unzip there in front of the consoles and jack himself off. This would be one for the archives. He would no doubt watch this one over and over. The girls appeared done ... for now anyway. They were sitting there only the floor now, quietly necking as Megan recovered from the experience. He'd keep that camera cued and revisit those two later, it'd all be on tape anyway. He wondered what else he was missing and hoped that it hadn't been more intense than what he had just seen. Well, no matter, he told himself, he'd have plenty of time to review the files later. Time to see what his other guests might be up to. styxx "Please return to the dinning room" Edward announced through the tannoy system and watched as his guests trickled back from the various rooms they had been occupying."Egor, time to meet the them I think." He spun away from the array of screens on his leather task chair and grabbed his ruby-red cloak. Egor, or Robert as he was properly named, nodded and helped Edward on with his cloak, fastening it at the throat with a silver wolfshead clasp. He left the lightless room, the only illumination coming from the flickering screens, brushed a curtain aside and then, with a magicians flash bomb. Appeared on the slightly raise dias at the head of the table. "Ladies and Gentlemen, good evening..." His entrance had the desired effect. Every head snap-swivelled in order to see who he actually was. Edward had chosen his costume some time ago. His red cape, with a high collar, framed his blood red face, the grease make-up had been carefully powdered so that it would not melt. His close fitting doublet and hose were the same blood red. A pair of horns and a tail completed the ensemble. "...and welcome to the party." He looked at the twenty guests one at a time, spendng a few seconds on each as if weighing up their prospects. "By now, some of you will have begun to understand that this is an evening of hedonistic indulgence. By now, some of you will have already succummed to the effects of the most powerful aphrodisiac know to man. One or two of you have already visited the land of experience, I enjoyed the swashbuckling, thank you. Two have indulged in experimentation, a first I believe, I will spare names, blushes will probably tell the story." His glances were almost as good as a pointed finger. "Now, it is customery to award a prize for the best costume at a halloween party, but I wish to break the custom, the act that captures my eye the most will be the winner. Before you all cry exploitation, the prize is worth five hundred thousand dollars. A life changing sum. For that, it has to be something special, no holes barred and remember, I will be watching." He turned to leave by the same curtained entrace, but then turned back. "Have fun." He left with a sweep of the curtain. Ginny looked and Megan and smiled, she was pleased to see that she blushed prettily. The pirate and his wench were touching each other under the table and stared into each others eyes. Dan glanced at Alice, he noted that she was still quite connected to her football player, they were sitting shoulder to shoulder and seemed to be hitting it off. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. On one hand he had a spark of jealousy, but at the same time, his cock said that it was okay if she found herself reemed by a stranger. He had some concern for his kids. He knew by Megan's reaction, she had already been engaged, most likely with Ginny. That was okay, she wouldn't get knocked up in that interaction. Blake had been making eyse at a young woman whos name escaped him. Misses Lannister or something. She ran a flower shop in town he thought. He hoped that Erica would not get involved at all, perhaps even fall asleep, it was well passed her bedtime already. Dan looked at the rest of the partygoers. His eye lit on a Jessica Rabbit costume. The wearer certainly had the right form and filled the hugging satin with more than a hint of promise. He wondered if she was a natural red-head and decided that he would like to find out first hand. With a sense of bravado he would not normall have, he made his move towards her and said Hi. Her greens eyes beheld him and softened as she took him in. Instant chemistry. He took her hand and gently pulled her towards the nearest door. All other thoughts were left with the remaining guests. Bob Pickering Dan and "Jessica Rabbit" found themselves in a small room off the dining room, perhaps 10 x 12 feet wide. Dimly lit by a single overhead bulb, it appeared to be some sort of linen closet as the walls were lined with shelves bearing table linens, centerpieces, candelabra and china. "Hi, I'm Dan," he introduced himself. He knew it sounded sort of lame. Why couldn't he have dressed up as James Bond or something? Then he could have introduced himself as, "Harris, Dan Harris." Anything but, "hi, I'm Dan."The young woman didn't seem to be bothered by his awkwardness as she appraised him with her liquid green eyes. Not too bad, she thought, a little uptight, but she'd soon fix that. "Pleased to meet you, I am Ekatrina Pekhova," she replied in a deep, heavily accented voice. "Ah, you're Russian, then?" Dan deduced. "Belarusian," she corrected. "But don't worry. Many people make that mistake." "I saw you earlier," she continued, her syrupy, foreign cadence holding him entranced. "You are with your family, yes?" "Yes," he managed to choke out. "My wife, and my two girls ... oh, and my son, of course." "Mm, I'd like to meet them sometime," she said, holding out one slender finger and resting its carefully manicured blood red nail on the center of his chest, as her intense eyes studied his face. "Well," he sputtered, totally out of his depth with the exotic beauty before him, "yes, that would be fine ... I mean, I guess. Although I think ... I think my wife might have other things on her mind at the moment." "How old are your children?" she asked. "Um, Megan - she's the oldest - she's 14, and, ah, Blake, he's 11, and our littlest, Erica, is 7." "How delightful," she responded. "and your daughter, what was it ... Megan ... are you and she ... how do you say ... intimate?" "What!?" Dan nearly choked on his tongue, flabbergasted at the directness of her question. Ekatrina merely giggled at his awkwardness. "I did not mean to get you all in a fluster," she teased, tucking a lock of stray red hair behind her ear. "I merely wondered if you and she were having relations. After all, she is quite beautiful." "Look, that kind of thing may be common where you are from, but her in America, fathers usually don't have sex with their daughters," he explained. "Oh, I wouldn't say it's common in Belarus, or anywhere for that matter, but the fact that you are here, at this party would indicate to me that you are at least open to the possibility." "What do you mean?" "I don't know if this is your first party at Mr. Jenkins' house, but it's no secret that all sorts of things go on at these parties - things that people only whisper about. The fact that you brought your daughters along tells me that you are a lot more liberal that most parents would be. Is it any surprise then that I imagined you might be having relations with your daughter?" "Well I ...." Dan's brain, clouded by the aphrodisiac, suddenly pictured himself with Megan, doing things that he would never have otherwise thought imaginable. "I can't say I ...." "Perhaps you can go and find your two girls and bring them here. I promise to make it worth your while." She smiled an evil smile and backed away from him toward the far wall. Dan opened the door and slipped back into the dining room. He couldn't see Alice anywhere. Presumably she had slipped off somewhere with her football player. Megan was in one corner of the room chatting amiably with another girl who appeared about her age. Erica was sitting in an overstuffed occasional chair, her feet tucked under her, nearly asleep. He walked over to where she was sitting. "Tired pumpkin?" he asked. "Yeah Daddy, I'm real tired," she yawned. "This party is weird. Can we go home now?" "In a little while, baby. But first I want you and Megan to come with me. There's a friend I want you to meet." "OK Daddy," she obeyed, wearily getting to her feet. He then rounded up Megan and let them both back to the room from which he had come. Upon entering with the two girls, he found the scene totally changed. The far wall of the closet now opened up to a much larger room, this one tastefully appointed with a expensive carpeting, an enormous, comfortable looking, four poster mahogany bed, and a marble fireplace with a roaring fire already burning brightly. High quality impressionist artwork, clearly original paintings, rather than cheap reproductions, hung on the walls. "Wow!" Megan stated, taking in the room. "This place must have cost a fortune." "Yes," Ekatrina confirmed. "It is quite elegant. It's one of Mr. Jenkins private rooms. He has four of them, including his own bedroom." "You seem quite well informed," Dan mentioned, impressed himself with the imposing room. "Why not, I'm Mr. Jenkins' personal secretary. One of my jobs here is to make sure everyone has a good time. Your wife, I'm sure, has already taken that opportunity. Megan, I believe, has also had some fun this evening." Dan's daughter turned the color of her cape, embarrassed that this woman in the rabbit costume knew what she and Ginny had been up to. "What's your name?" Erica piped up. "I'm Ekatrina," she replied, but you can call me Kat. "That's funny," Erica replied. "You're dressed like a bunny and your name is cat." "Yes, I suppose it is funny," Kat responded with a slight giggle. Out of the mouths of babes, she thought. "Now, why don't the three of you get comfortable and join me on the bed," she suggested, sliding out of her Jessica Rabbit costume. Erica and Megan looked with askance at their father. "It's OK girls, you can take off your costumes." Megan began to hesitantly remove her red riding hood costume, but Erica looked up at her daddy. "But daddy, you told us we should never take our clothes off in front of people we don't know." "But honey, you do know Kat. She just introduced herself to you, so she's not a stranger any more." Erica paused for moment, then shrugged her shoulders and began to remove her fairy outfit. Dan followed suit, removing his bright red devil costume. It occurred to him that he might really be a devil, bringing his girls into a situation without knowing where it would lead. Still, he thought, looking over at Megan who was down to her bra and panties, it might be worth any regret that might come later. A fully nude Ekatrina crawled into bed and pulled the pricy satin sheets up over her stunning figure. Megan, her inhibitions lowered by the drugs in her system, had discarded all of her clothing and followed the older woman into the bed. Erica had barely eating or drunk a thing, but what little she had consumed had been laced with enough of the aphrodisiac to strip away at her modesty as well. Soon the youngest and her father were joining the others on the bed. "Now this IS cozy," Ekatrina purred. "You're very pretty," Megan observed to Kat. "Thank you," she responded to the compliment. "You are very pretty as well." Megan responded modestly by lowering her eyes. "You know I asked your father earlier if you and he had ever done anything sexual with each other, and he said no. I was a little surprised because you are so beautiful. You know, I used to have sex with my father." Ekatrina closed her eyes, trying to recapture the feeling. "He as a very sexy man, very strong, virile. I was about your age then. He was in the military and we lived in a little village outside of Minsk. There was a father-daughter dance in the village one autumn and he took me. I remember it was so lovely. I took a long time getting ready, I wanted to look so pretty for my father. My mother died when I was very young so my father's sister took me to get a dress. It was blue with lace and satin. My aunt lent me a pearl necklace and earrings and a pair of her high heels. He was so sexy in his military uniform. And we danced. I felt like Cinderalla," she looked down at the two girls, who were trying to picture the scene themselves, and smiled. You know we do know about Cinderalla in Belarus where I'm from. Anyway, we danced through the whole night, and when we got home, my father told me how beautiful he thought I looked. He said I looked just like my mother, but he seemed sad, so I asked him why. He said he missed my mother so badly that it hurt him. I wanted so badly to make him feel better. So I helped him remove my dress and we lay there naked, holding each other for a long time. Finally, we began to kiss each other and he ended up on top of me. When he entered me there was only a brief stab of pain and then pleasure. I had never felt so happy in all my life." "What happened to your daddy," Erica asked innocently. "He died in an accident," Ekatrina suddenly looked very sad. "But we had a few years together and we made each other very happy." Megan looked over at her father and leaned over, placing a passionate kiss on his lips. Erica followed her sister's lead tentatively, not sure if she was doing the right thing. Dan was amazed at the suppleness of the younger girl's lips. It was almost as if they had a mind of their own, giving and taking in perfect balance. Meanwhile, Megan's mouth had found other uses. Without being fully conscious of the reason, she lowered her head over her father's hard cock and took it into her mouth. Ekatrina leaned over and stroked her hair, whispering words of encouragement into her ear. "That's it honey, take your father's cock and suck it like a popsicle. That's it, good ... gently now, don't suck too hard. Nice ...." Dan, for his part continued to kiss his little girl, running one had over her smooth bare bottom and working his way between her legs. His fingers probed her slit from behind, gently slinding back and forth over the rapidly moistening groove between her thighs. She moaned slightly into his mouth indicating her approval. Dan decided to probe further. With just the tip of his index finger he slipped inside the tiny hole just below her little girl clit. "UMPH," she grunted with discomfort. "Are you OK, baby?" Dan whispered softly. "Mm-hm, it just felt like really full, but you can put it back inside me if you want. It felt good." Carefully he slid his finger back into his little girl, allowing her to adjust her body slightly so that she could find an angle that felt most comfortable. She relaxed and leaned back to allow her daddy better access. He continued to work his finger in and out of the young virgin, probing deeper each time. She let out a small squeek when the tip of his finger came into contact with the fleshy barrier of her hymen. For a while he was content with slowly fucking the young maiden with his finger, sliding out, then back in, all the way to her virgin membrane and then back out again. Erica was breathing hard and making little mewling sounds, clearly enjoying what her father was doing to her. Megan continued to suck at his cock, trying to follow the instructions of Ekatrina. The without warning, Megan cupped his balls, allowing just the tips of her crimson nails to come in contact with the flesh and took a tiny nip at the head of his member with her teeth. The sensation caused him to jump at the same time his finger was pushing into Erica's tiny slit. Unexpectedly, the invading digit tore through the barrier of her virginity and only came to a stop ramming into the mouth of her cervix. Erica screeched in pain an clutched at her daddy's hand. "Shhhh, no, baby, don't pull it out. It will only hurt more, just leave it there and I will pull it out slowly. Understand?" She nodded and tears streamed from beneath tightly shut eyelids. Dan slowly pulled is finger back, nothing that it was coated with a slimy mixture of her juices and blood. He held it up to the light as if fascinated with its significance. Ekatrina, rose up and captured the finger in her mouth, sucking the sheen off as if she were a vampire who survived on the nourishment of blood and girl-cum. The wickeness of what had just transpired turned Megan on more than she could have imagined possible, waves of pure desire gripped her body and she threw herself on top of her father. "Fuck me," she moaned, writhing on top of him, "oh, fuck me daddy. Fuck me now." Unable to resist her pleas, Dan rolled her over so that he was on top of her and positioned between her legs. He lowered himself until the tip of his cock rested on the lips of her labia. "Are you sure about this, baby?" he asked softly. She simply nodded in the affirmative and he entered her, causing her to gasp slightly at the invasion. She was still a bit sore from her virginity being taken by Ginny earlier in the evening. Dan moved forward, ever so slowly, pausing every time Megan winced. Eventally he bottomed out in her and she relaxed with a satisfied sigh. "Now fuck her Dan. Fuck your little girl hard," Ekatrina, prodded. "Yes daddy, fuck me now," Megan cried. Dan began to fuck Megan, starting slowly at first and then picking up the pace as his daughter got used to the pounding. "Oh, God, yes, daddy, yes," she moaned over and over again. Soon another sound reached his ears, and as Dan looked over, he saw that his other daughter had not been left out. Ekatrina was bent over Erica, her face between her thighs, lapping at her recently defowered pussy. Erica's eyes were fixed on her sister's writhing body, enjoying the show, and perhaps imagining the day when she too could fuck her daddy. Megan's moans and cries were becoming more frequent now as her father continue to plunge into her with abandon. She wrapped her legs around his torso, digging her heels into his back in an attempt to draw him further into her. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she screeched. The tightening of her pussy signaled her impending orgasm, and Dan realized that if he didn't pull out soon, he stood a good chance of impregnating his daughter. "Oh baby, got ... got to pull out." "No, no, daddy. No please don't," Megan begged, tightening her death grip on her father. "Got to baby ... got to ... don't want to, ah, get you pregnant." "Do it. Do it daddy," she cried. "Do it, knock me up daddy, knock your daughter up with your baby." Megan's obscene rant drove Dan over the edge as his orgasm exploded inside of him. Jets of cum streaked through his cock, spattering the inside of his baby girl's pussy with his seed. The sensation drove Megan over the edge in a climax of her own, her animal like scream reverberating around the inside of the huge room. Erica, who was too young to experience the kind of orgasm her sister just had, nonetheless began to tremble and shake as new, pleasurable sensations wracked her tiny frame. Ekatrina was not far behind. She had been pleasuring herself with her hand between her own legs and the orgasms of the others shoved her over the edge. With a cry of ecstasy and a spurt of juice from her own pussy, she too collapsed on the bed, spent and happy. Edward Jenkins had been watching all of this from his vantage point behind a two way mirror positioned on the wall near the bed. To all outward appearances it was just a plain Cheval mirror, but Edward had seen the entire encounter and filmed it for his viewing pleasure later on. Maybe he would even watch it as he fucked Ekatrina himself. She was always up for a romp, and this would make it that much sweeter. It was too bad that the occupants of that room couldn't see what was going on in the room directly opposite them, a room which also had a two way mirror installed. Edward turned his attention to that room now. As it turned out, Dan's wife, Alice, had indeed hooked up with her football player hottie and was currently shedding her French maid's costume as he watched hungrily from a nearby chair. More interestingly was the occupant of another chair, her 11 year old son, Blake. styxx Blake's eyes were as big as saucers. His memory of seeing his mother naked was, until this moment, something from his very young days. But, there she was now, completely nude and desperately stripping a strangers costume of of his lithe frame.Not a word was said. Her breasts jiggled as her fingers grappled with the laces at the front of her new-found friends garment, frustration and a tinge of desperate need making her less than dextrous. At last, and with some help from her nameless lover to be, the encircling apparel fell to the floor. It was Alice's turn to go goggle eyed as she took in the size of her football players cock in its semi-hardness. With no further thought, she grasped it in her right hand and swallowed as much as she could into her mouth and bagan to fuck her face with it. If it were possible, Blake's eyes opened even wider. His knowledge of things carnal was limited, to say the least. The mechanics of procreation was something he had learned at school in the 4th or 5th grade, but that involved insertions of sexual organs in another place entirely. He watched, fascinated at his mother's waton behavior. So far, the message had not reached his nether regions. "Fuck me." His mother demanded from around the stiffening cock in her mouth. "Fuck me now." She got up from the floor and knelt on the side of the bed and began to weave her ass in the air in what could only be described as the most unsubtle invitation ever. Football player did as he was commanded. His large cock sunk into Alice with no resistance until his balls slapped against her pubis. Blake watched silently, his concetrated gaze observed a monstrous cock dissappear inside his mothers body as readily as if they were made for each other. He heard her grunt, but that was all. Their fucking started at a pace, the young man's balls slapping steadily and wetly. His concentration was broken by the door whispering open. Dracula silently entered the room. Blake thought it might have been the doorman who had met them when they arrived all that time ago now. In three strides, Dracula had crossed the room, divested himself of his cape and clothing and then knelt on the otherside of the bed. An equally huge cock as football players, pointed at Blakes mother who, in her wide abandon, gripped it and shoved it into her mouth, spitting her between the two thrusting men. The pace quickened and Alice was becoming more and more urgent in the need to feel the hot spunk of her two lovers. It would be at their release that her own climax would blossom. It had always been that way for her, the vinegar strokes as she called them, was her signal to let fly the overwhelming tsunami that was her orgasm. She sucked and rubbed Dracula as if her life depended on the outcome while her back arched and she counter-thrust against football player, driving him deeper into her body. Perspiration glistend on her skin and Blake felt the beginings or a stir in his loins, something completely unfamiliar. Dracular pulled out of her mouth, turned around on the bed and slid between her supporting arms. Although no communication had passed between the three, it was obvious that Alice was to receive a double penetration. It meant that foorball player had to pull his massive cock from the confines of her cleaving cunt, to be replaced by Dracula's stiffness. He sunk into her closely followed by the players shaft sliding into her ass. Alice yelped and then forced herself back, violently, impalling herself on the two ramrods till balls deep. She did all the work for them, arching her back and rocking on her knees. That was the the moment that her wild and wicked nature came to the fore. She crooked her finger to Blake in a silent beckoning, all the while fucking her two lovers without missing a beat. Blake, not knowing what was in store, obediently got up from the armchair and approached the bed. Before he knew it, his costume was split assunder by his mothers hands and his infantile cock was being suckled. The stirrings he had felt, became an urgent need as blood suffused his pubescent cock, stiffening it to a hardness he had only known when he woke in the mornings. Alice was now in her element. Three holes, all filled and no thought to anything other than being royally fucked and keeping up the pace that would drive her young lovers to an explosive finale. Time went by unnoticed in a blur of carnal frenzy. Blakes cock had stiffened in his mothers mouth, she had grasped his root just tightly enough to prolong his ejaculate, but now the pressure was becoming unbearable. As if she sensed his discomfort, she released the vice like ring around his root. Blake shot is first ever load. Most of it into her mouth, but in surprise of the event, he jerked backwards, pulling him from her mouth, his second spurt hit her in the eye, making her blink. His third and fourth covered her nose and cheek with globules of semen that dripped onto the bed cover. Alice tried to wipe the spunk from her eye, but it had literally covered her eyeball and needed to be cleaned with a far steadier hand than hers was at that moment. She left it to congeal in its own time. Football player's thrusting became more insisten as his climax approached. The same condition as for Dracula. Alice yelled at them, "Mouth, mouth... Quick." In less than a second, both were rubbing their glistening cocks furiously, aiming them directly into her wide open mouth as she lay face up under them. Player unloaded with a direct hit, four huge spurts of cum hit the top of her outstretched tongue. Dracula's aim was not quite so good, but the second and third spurts joined the seed of his partner, filling her mouth with milky white sperm. That was all Alice needed to tip her over the edge. She rubbed her clit earnestly and swallowed the whole lot as her orgasm ripped through her body. Just like that, it was over. Alice lay on the bed, covered in sweat from her exursions, savouring the taste of young men's seed and delighting in the aftershocks of her climax. Dracula and the football player both dressed and left her to the wide eyed son, whose own spend was still sticky in her eye. "What a woman." Observed Edward as he closed the CCTV portal to number three bedroom. "Absolutely amazing." He opened the portal to bedroom four to find out what Ginny was up to. What he found surprised him into rigidity as his eyes beheld the scene. Bob Pickering This room was quite different from the other two. Where the others were warm and inviting, this room had a cold and forboding atmosphere. The floor and wall were of gray flagstone and resembled a dungeon. What lighting there was, was provided by one of six austure sconces three of each affixed to opposite walls. Various pieces of furniture, all designed for the sole purpose of fulfilling any number of BDSM fantasies were placed, almost haphazardly around the room. The sole concession to comfort was a sturdy-looking four-poster bed with crimson and black satin sheets, its head placed against the far wall. Currently occupying the bed, spread eagled and stark naked, her wrists and ankles firmly tied to each of the four posts with sturdy silk cords, was Ginny McPhail, her alabaster skin taking on an opalescent sheen in the feeble light.Standing next to the bed was a beautiful blonde, also naked save for a pair of ultra sheer nylon stockings and off-white high heeled platform sandals. The young woman was Playboy beautiful, with flawless skin and a perfectly proportioned body, every man's secret fantasy, except for one rather striking feature. Between her exquisitely sculpted legs hung an enormous male phallus. To call her a drag queen would have been a disservice. Edward knew her quite well, and she was all woman. Known as Allison Harrison by day, she was Edward's attorney. Beautiful, hardworking and smart as a whip, she had managed to keep all of Edward's diverse - and often perverse - interests and activities off the front pages. To the rest of the world he appeared to be an upright and successful, if slightly eccentric, member of the business community. By night, Allison Denson became Mistress Alli, dominatrix extrordinaire. If her day job did not afford her the opportunity to bring any of Edward Jenkins' enemies to their figurative knees, then her nighttime employment offered numerous chances to bring other men - and the occasional woman - to their literal ones. Since she always wore a mask as Mistress Alli, no one ever suspected that the dominatrix and attorney were one and the same. Also standing, or rather sitting, by the bed was Voltaire. Voltaire, like the philosopher after whom he was named was born in Paris. But that was where the similarities ended. Voltaire was Edward's bull mastiff and he was, indeed, born in Paris, Paris Texas. The breeder there has assured Edward that the mastiffs in his stable were among the most intelligent and obedient canines on the planet. Fortuanately, that had turned out to be the case and Voltaire was now vitrually a member of the family. Outfitted in a diamond studded collar with thick powerful muscles and a glossy black and brindle coat, he was a handsome animal by any standard. Edward could not wait to see what Mistress Allison - unmasked for a change - and Voltaire had in store for the young Miss McPhail. "Ah, Miss Virginia McPhail from the wrong side of the tracks," the older woman purred sensuously, her bright red lips barely moving. "You ... you know who I am?" Ginny asked timorously. She was a little frightened. She had been vigorously fucking a pirate, who was a dead-ringer for Johnny Depp, underneath the stairs, when he had suddenly stopped mid-stroke and said something about finding some place more private. The next thing she knew she was being led into this room and tossed on the bed. Then four middle aged men came in, all dressed in tuxedos and looking like something out of James Bond, who ripped of what remained of her costume, pulled these silk cords out of their jackets and began tying her to the bed. When they were done they left her naked and alone in this room, until the lady and her dog appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. "I know a lot of things, my dear. I am Mistress Alli It's my business to know things. My, you've been a naughty girl tonight. Deflowering that young maiden Miss Harris, then wantonly fucking a man you've never met before, right there in full-view of anyone who may be interested." "I'm ... I'm sorry, I didn't know there were any rules ...." "There are always rules, my dear," she said firmly, before softening her tone. "But no matter, you are not here to be punished." "Then, you ... you aren't going to hurt me?" Ginny managed to stammer. "You will soon discover that there is a very fine line between pleasure and pain," Mistress Alli said, crawling up on the bed and positioning herself between Ginny's teenaged thighs. Crouching down she sunk her face into Ginny's lightly furred pussy and began to lap at her already drooling slit. With each pass down to Ginny's puckered anus and back up over her entrance and to the top of her clit, Ginny was getting hotter and hotter. She wished she could get one of her hands free so she could finish herself off, but the more she struggled against the cords, the tighter the knots became. By now, the young teen was screaming and thrashing against her bounds. Her body was quivering, but the older woman would not give her the release she so desperately needed. Pulling her face up from the girl's soaking sex, Allison's face was slick with her juices. Moving up, she positioned her massive girl-cock over Ginny's needy sheath and plunged in. Ginny had never felt so full, certainly the handle of her hairbrush which she has often used for purposes other than brushing her hair, had never filled her like this. She was sure she going to be ripped apart by the massive phallus. Surprisingly, almost the entire thing was inside her before it was prevented from going further by the barrier of her womb. "UGul," was all she could manage to utter. She likened the sensation to having eaten an entire Thanksgiving turkey, only lower ... and far more pleasurable. Slowly the huge cock began to move within her. She was aware of pain, but it was a good pain, sort of like the good stetch that comes from muscles that haven't been used in a while. Back and forth, like a huge industrial piston, Mistress Alli fucked her, varying the pace from time to time and adjusting her position to produce the maximum sensation. "Oh, God," Ginny cried over and over again, in a little girl sing-song voice. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she repeated, coming ever closer to what she knew would be a mind-blowing orgasm. As she pushed the envelop with the girl who was now gushing like a waterfall, Allison had to be careful not to bring her to completion just yet. Her instructions had not been too specific, but she knew what Edward's voyueristic tastes were like and she was not one to disappoint. Just as Ginny reached the edge of climax, Mistress Alli withdrew her cock and slithered off the bed. "Voltaire, auf," she commanded. The mastiff, obedient to the German command, leapt upon the bed, his enormous dog cock unsheathed, red and pulsing. "No ..." Ginny protested, with fear in her eyes. "No ... please no," she cried. Unsympathetic, the animal advanced to the point where his shaft was directly above her mound. Crouching into position as he had done on many occasions before, he sunk his huge doggy penis into the girl's sopping cunt. The petite teen screeched in agony as Voltaire's blunt sword plunged into her, stiffened, and formed a large knot that she thought would tear her open. The dog thrust deperately inside her as she thrashed against the sheets as far as the cords would let her. It hurt so much, but as the pain faded, she was aware of a distinct pleasure burning through the soreness. Now she realized what Mistress Alli was talking about. She fucked back at the huge mutt, discovering that it was less painful and more pleasurable that way. "Fuck me, oh fuck me," she moaned not caring that it was a beast upon her who could not understand what she was saying. "Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck me," she mouthed as the foul smell of animal sex assualted her nostrils. "Um , oh, mm, oh ...," she cried with each thrust battering her insides. "Aaaaiiiiah," she finally screamed, flying off the cliff of her orgasm as waves of pleasure slammed into her brain, rendering her temporarily unconscious. As she awoke to the warm afterglow of sex, she just lay there, feeling globs of dog cum flow from her. She realized that Voltaire had disappeared, but Mistress Alli was still in the room, streched out along a bench from which leg and wrist irons dangled. She too appeared to be recovering from a climax of her own as her glossy cum slicked fingers played absentmindedly with her dusky pink nipples. For Edward, the show had been worth every penny. In fact, it occurred to him that he must give Miss Denson a raise; she had certainly earned it. © Copyright 2011 MeganBlackwell, Bob Pickering, styxx, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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