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Subject: "The Costume Party"
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Date: 28 Oct 89 18:36:22 GMT
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Posted: Sat Oct 28 19:36:22 1989
"The Costume Party"
My friend Rod calls me one day and asks if I would like to join
him at a costume party that night. I tell him that I don't have
a costume to wear, but he says he has something special planned;
he wants us both to go dressed as women. I turn him down imme-
diately, but he talks me into it, telling me that there's a
prize for the best costume. Reluctantly, I agree.
I arrive at his house at around five o'clock, and after a coup-
le of beers we start to get ready. He sends me into the shower
with a bottle of hair remover (for more realism, he says). As I
start to remove the hair from my legs and armpits, he tells me
that he's going to call for a pizza, since there's no food at
the party.
When I come out of the shower, my legs and armpits as clean as
the day I was born, I find the costume I'm to be wearing already
on Rod's bed. It consists of a blue lace dress, with matching
blue bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. I balk at these
last two items, but Rod tells me that they'll make my legs look
more like a woman's would. I'm liking the idea less and less,
but I put on the garter belt, pull the stockings up, and clip
them into place. I pull the lace panties over the garter straps
just in time to cover a growing hard-on that I hadn't expected.
I ask Rod how we're going to make the bra look real, and, for an
answer, he walks into the bathroom and fills two flesh-colored
balloons with water. I put on the bra and shift it into place;
after a moment, Rod returns and stuffs the filled balloons into
the bra, positioning them so that the knot he tied sticks out
just like a nipple. I look into the mirror at this point, and I
have to admit that, when covered, my "breasts" will look pretty
convincing.
Rod starts to help me make up my face, explaining that he had
three older sisters and picked up a lot, just from watching them
apply their own makeup. I ask him when he's going to start
changing. He tells me that the pizza will be delivered in a few
minutes, and he can't be dressed like a woman when he answers
the door. We finish my make-up in a few moments and I look at
myself in the mirror. The transformation is almost complete;
with make-up, I look more like a woman than a man.
The doorbell rings as I pull on the full slip. Rod leaves the
bedroom to answer the door. When he returns, I'm already wear-
ing my dress. He steps behind me to zip up the dress, then puts
a blond wig on my head and hooks a jewelled collar around my
neck. I step into the high heels he provides and he steps back
to admire his handiwork. He smiles appreciatively, and says
that I look so convincing, I could fool anyone.
The next part I'm totally unprepared for: Rod stands behind me
and tells me to put my hands behind my back. Without thinking,
I comply, and he slaps a pair of handcuffs around my wrists. I
turn around quickly, but lose my balance because of the heels
and I fall against the dresser. Taking advantage of my posi-
tion, Rod reaches into the dresser and pulls out a heavy leash;
he snaps it onto my collar. "I forgot to tell you," he says,
"You're going to this party dressed as a sex slave." He pulls
on the leash and drags me, off balance, to the bedroom door. We
go through it into the living room, and I see that there are
three men waiting there, already naked. I realize at once that
Rod did not order a pizza, but called his friends instead. I
also realize that the "costume party" will be whatever these
guys do to me while I'm in drag.
Pulling hard on the leash, Rod hauls me over to the sofa. Two
of the guys push me down to my knees while Rod ties the leash to
the center leg of the sofa. My face is only inches from the
seat. The guys stack some pillows on the sofa in front of me,
and one guy sits against them and leans back, thrusting his
long, thin cock toward me. I pull away as far as I can, but his
cock is still brushing my face.
"Okay, little girl," he says, "It's time for you to suck this
nice, juicy cock." He tries to force his cock between my lips,
but I keep them as tightly closed as I can. "Hey," he says,
"this bitch won't open up!" Another guy says, "Wait a minute.
I'll get her to open her mouth." He leaves the room for a mom-
ent while the guy in front of me is still trying to force his
cock into my mouth. The other guy returns and I hear him put
something down behind me. He tells the first guy to hold my
head and get ready.
The first guy grabs my head with both hands and brings my lips
to the tip of his cock. I still don't open my mouth. The sec-
ond guy kneels behind me and throws my dress up over my back,
then pulls my panties down to my knees. He rubs some kind of
lubricant around my asshole and in the next instant shoves his
rock-hard cock into my virgin ass. The pain is unbearable, and
as I open my mouth to scream, the first guy shoves his cock in
and pulls my face down so that the cockhead is rubbing the back
of my throat.
There are two men thrusting their hard cocks into me. The one
in front is nearly gagging me with each stroke; the one in back
of me is jamming what feels like a fireplace log into my ass.
They both pump in and out, fast and hard, for what seems like
hours. Finally, the guy in my ass squirts his jism into me and
pulls out. The guy in my mouth shoots his load almost immedi-
ately afterward. I don't swallow any of it: I open my mouth and
let his semen drip down the length of his manhood; when his limp
cock falls out of my mouth, I spit the rest of his jism into his
pubic hair.
He cries, "You bad girl! Look at the mess you made! Lick this
up, now!" When I refuse, Rod tells him, "I'll make her lick it
up." He removes his belt and begins to spank my burning ass.
"Clean up your mess, little girl," he says. "This spanking will
only get worse." I can't take the pain, so I begin to clean the
guy's cock and balls with my tongue. The taste is bitter, but
not intolerable. Rod continues to smack my ass as I lick and
suck at the semen-covered cock. It begins to grow again under
my ministrations; by the time I finish, it's as long and hard as
it was before. Rod stops whipping my ass and begins to take his
clothes off.
"Look what you've done," the first guy says. "You've gotten it
hard again. Now what am I going to do with this...?" The look
of panic in my eyes gives him an idea, and he gets up and kneels
behind me. He rubs some of the grease onto his cock, and slowly
pushes his slick member into my aching backside. His wand is
smaller than the one that first penetrated my ass, so it doesn't
hurt as much. He takes his time, pulling out until just the tip
of his cock is in my ass, then pushing in slowly, until my ass
has taken the entire length. He saws back and forth like this,
and after a while, the pain begins to subside.
As my ass is being drilled, the third guy sits down in front of
me a sticks his six inches of meat in my face. Rod picks up his
belt again and smacks me hard across the back. "Open wide, lit-
tle girl," he says. "Suck that cock until it shoots off in your
mouth. And you had better swallow all of it, or I'll give you a
worse beating than you got before." I open my mouth and the new
guy slides his cock in over my tongue.
He pumps his hard meat in and out of my mouth with an irregular
rhythm, moaning all the while. As he pumps deeper and deeper
into my mouth, I find it easier to overcome the gag reflex; af-
ter a while, his entire manhood is in my mouth and my nose is
buried in his pubic hairs. As his cockhead fills the back of my
throat, he yells and spills his load. I close my lips around
the base of his cock and swallow it all.
He stands up, and the second man -- the first one to penetrate
my ass -- sits down and puts his cock to my lips. He had appar-
ently just washed it off, for there isn't even any lubricant on
it. His cock is also about six inches long, but it's thicker
than the last two that filled my mouth; I stretch my lips wide
and take it in. This time I close my lips around the head of
his cock and suck on it. He seems to enjoy this, for he starts
bucking his hips immediately. It doesn't take him long to reach
the back of my throat, where he quickly deposits another load of
creamy semen. I suck on his cock until it goes limp, and he
gets up from the sofa. As he leaves, I realize that my own cock
is now rock-hard.
I moan as the guy in my ass picks up his tempo. He bangs into
me, harder and faster, and I rock with him until he begins to
shoot his load. He pulls out of me and shoots his hot, creamy
juice all over my ass-cheeks. He steps away, and the third guy
immediately takes his place, stuffing his meat deep into my lub-
ricated ass. As he slams his rod into me, Rod sits down on the
sofa in front of me. I look at his cock: it's not as long as
the others only about five inches but it's thicker than the oth-
er guys. The veins around it are huge, and the head is a deep
reddish color. I tighten up my sphincter muscles and squeeze
the cock in my ass. The guy unloads in my ass with a moan, and
pulls out, completely drained. I concentrate fully on the cock
in front of me.
I gently probe the tip of Rod's cock with my tongue. A drop of
salty pre-come appears, and I lap it up greedily. I wrap my
lips around his hot tool and pull him into my mouth. I suck up
and down the length of his shaft, moving my tongue around it as
I do. It isn't long before my new skill causes him to shoot his
hot, salty semen into my mouth. I suck and swallow every drop
out of his manhood. He starts to become limp, but I don't let
him go. I continue sucking his wand, and his shaft rewards me
by growing hard again. I only stop when it's completely swol-
len. I look up at him and say, "Fuck my ass, Rod. Please."
He greases up his cock and sticks it into my well-used ass. I
push back until his pole is buried deep in my backside; then I
begin to rock back and forth as he starts pumping into me. We
get into rhythm and we start fucking like wildmen, each of us
grunting and moaning with each thrust. Rod reaches around to
grab my tool, and we both come together, him spilling his seed
in my backside, me filling his hand with my own semen. I fall
against the sofa, exhausted, and Rod collapses on top of me.
The guys untie me from the sofa and remove my handcuffs before
they leave. I remain in drag for the rest of the evening, alt-
ernately kneeling between Rod's legs and riding his hot, hard
cock.
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