Horny Lil Devil

Contributed by Val

Midterms were behind us all now and everyone was in
party mode. It was the end of October and we were
getting ready to go Halloween Party hopping. Bethany
had recovered from the shock of finding Damien and me
in bed and we were speaking again. My roommate was
dressed up in a nurses' uniform that was sure to make
all the guys want a physical.
      My outfit was quite extreme for me and would be
attracting attention as well. I was the devil and my
dress would easily to persuade guys to sin. I had on a
lacey red dress that hugged tightly to every curve of
my slender body. It didn't even reach the middle of my
thighs and that's where the red lacey thigh-hi's
started. I wore red heels with small straps wrapped
about my ankles. I had left the blonde curls down and
they were now just below the middle of my back. A red
sequined mask that fit just over my baby blues, horns,
and a pointy tail finished the outfit off.
   To make matters more interesting, Damien had no
idea what I would be wearing. Bethany insisted that I
not tell him. When he asked her, the only thing she'd
say was that I was going to look hot. However, I did
know that he was going to be one of the three
musketeers. So that narrowed my search for him down to
three guys. I made the walk down the hall to the guys'
end, receiving a few whistles as I passed.
     "I didn't know you lived on our floor." One guy
commented as I walked by.
      "Been here all year." I replied, flashing a
beautiful red smile in his direction as I continued
on. I had it and I was sure in hell going to flaunt it
tonight. Of course, the several beers that we consumed
while getting ready had certainly helped. I knocked on
Damien's door to see if he was there yet. One of the
musketeers opened the door. He was wearing a black
mask, but the deep browns that gazed appreciatively
over my body told me that it wasn't Damien. Damien had
gone to check on the other musketeer while his
roommate had finished getting ready. Now I knew
exactly what his costume looked like, but I couldn't
let him find out mine yet. So raising one slender
finger to the red lips, I spoke. "Shhh. don't tell him
what I'm wearing."
    "Oh my god, I didn't even recognize you." The
expression on his face showed that he was being
honest. "I won't tell." He laughed before continuing
on. "In fact, I think Damien would like to discover
this surprise on his own."
    I thanked John and headed back to my room and
waited as Bethany finished adding the final touches to
her costume. As we headed to the first party where
Damien and I had planned on meeting, Bethany and I
were already feeling quite good.  Entering the party,
we were instructed as to where the location of the keg
was and went to find it.
      I glanced at the people as we passed, looking
for my musketeer. A Frankenstein happily poured us
each a large plastic cup full. I took my cup in hand
and moved to hold up a wall and look for Damien once
again. After turning down a pimp, a clown and a
zombie; and having half my glass of beer gone, I
spotted the musketeers. I was surprised to see that
there were only two of them. I saw John wave at me and
so I started over. Walking slowly across the room, my
hips swayed with each step as I went. I stopped before
the two. John was facing me and the other guy had his
back to me. Running the tips of my fingers lightly
down his back, I gave his ass a tight squeeze.
   "Hey there sexy." My voice came out in a low purr
as I spoke.
   He didn't speak as he turned around. He just dipped
me back and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss
wasn't like Damien's usual kiss. When his tongue
darted over my lips moving like a snake, I opened my
eyes to see a pair of blue eyes. I immediately
straightened up and backed out of his arms.
    "Where is he?" I directed the question at John, a
bit upset that he hadn't pointed out that it wasn't
Damien.
   "He's here. I wasn't allowed to tell you, but he
ditched us and came as something else."
   "I see. Thanks." I turned around and headed away
from the two. I couldn't be mad seeing how I didn't
tell him what I was going to be. It just meant that I
would have to look a little closer for him. Partway
across the dance floor, I felt someone grab my ass and
jerk me backward against them. I was about to give the
guy a slap until I heard him speak.
   "Hey there. you devil."  I felt a warm sensation as
he pressed several kisses against the side of my neck.
Turning around to face the man, I was relieved to the
green eyes that matched that sexy low voice. He was
dressed in black clothes, wearing a black cape, black
hat, a black mask and looking damn fine.
"Ahh, Zorro." My red lips parted in a devilish little
grin. I took a step back and turned around as if to
model my outfit for him. "You like?"
   "I love it."
   "Your friend seemed to like it too."
  "I saw that. What was that about?"
   "I thought that he was you, but I quickly learned
how wrong I was." I laughed. "I guess you could say
that I'm just a horny little devil tonight."
"So I see. I do like it a lot. However, I'd like it
even better if you weren't wearing it." He gave a low
chuckle.
  Arching a fine brow, I leaned close, whispering into
his ear. "Ahh. but what if I told you that I wasn't
wearing anything underneath it?"
    His eyes widened beneath the black mask. "Then I
would tell you that we need to find some place now."
    "Shall we go find some place then?" Both shapely
brows arched as I sent that same devilish grin in his
direction. He nodded, pointing to his right. I
followed behind him, weaving through the crowd. A
drunken couple danced between us, causing me to lose
him. I continued on in the direction that he had been
heading.
   I tried the handle of a few of the doors until one
opened. The lights were out, but I could make out a
tall figure with a hat in the bathroom.
  "Needed to get some out before we started, eh?" I
said with a chuckle. I could see him turn and look at
me through the darkened room. "So, where do you want
to put your sword this time?"
"Hmmm.." He thought a moment before pulling me over to
the where the sink was. His voice was a whisper as he
spoke. "Turn around and bend forward."
  I did as he said. He ran a hand over the back of my
thigh and up over my bare ass. I felt him place a few
fingers in my asshole. My grip on the sink counter
tightened as he inserted and withdrew them a few
times. I was very tight back there. Removing his
fingers, I felt the huge head of his dick parting the
tender flesh. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying
out as he pushed his dick further in. He placed one
hand on each side of my waist, holding the lacey
fabric of my dress up. The rigid dick withdrew from my
ass and then was plunged in again. I felt him go
deeper this time. I couldn't help, but to cry out as
he tore through my tender flesh. He continued pumping
it and out of me and was building up a pretty good
rhythm when the door opened.
  "What in the." It was Damien at the door. The man
who was fucking me in the ass obviously wasn't who I
thought it was. I tried to straighten up, sending an
elbow into the man behind me.  The dick withdrew from
my ass. Instead of Damien getting mad, he merely
walked over and wanted to join in. I had always
limited myself to one partner at a time, but what the
hell. I had drunk enough that I probably wouldn't
remember it anyway.
    Damien pulled out his hard dick and inserted it
into my pussy. I felt the other guy stick his erection
into my ass. Both started pumping their hard, huge
dicks in and out of me. My hands grasped onto Damien's
shoulders, holding on as I was being fucked from
behind and in my pussy all at once. I couldn't help,
but to let out a moan. It was like a sensory overload.
I felt hands on my breasts and on my ass, but I wasn't
sure which hands belonged to whom. I didn't really
care at this point and time. It seemed like they went
on forever, their long shafts reaching into the depths
of my body. The three of us moaning and groaning
together.
   Wet cum shot up my ass as the guy behind me
released a long load into me. Sticky cum was already
dripping out of my ass and starting to run down my
legs when I felt a second load being shot into me. He
pulled out his dick, his erection dwindling as Damien
continued to pump that tasty dick of his in and out my
wet pussy. My juices were running out of me and down
my legs. He held my ass tight in his hands, grunting
and sticking that dick deep into me. I cried out
again, a little louder this time as my lower muscles
contracted. I felt a rush of wetness as I came. Damien
followed releasing his hot, sticky cum into me. After
a few more shots of his cum into my soaked pussy, he
slid his dick out of me.
   I felt a towel being patted against my ass and down
my red fish net thigh-hi encased legs. Damien took the
towel and dried off the front and inside of my legs.
My pussy was still wet, as my body quivered from all
the attention it had received. I fixed my dress,
hoping that it wasn't too obvious what I had been
doing. The ass man flipped on the light and I was
surprised to see the same blue eyes from earlier.
Damien and the musketeer smiled at each other.
   "That is some woman you got there."
  "Damn straight." Damien placed a protective arm
around my shoulders, pulling me close. "Oh by the way,
this is Michael." He gestured to his friend as he
spoke. It turned out that the two of them were good
friends. Damien and I talked about the mistaken
identity and about how I lost him during the crowd. He
had doubled back to look for his horny little devil
and found me in the end.