Fog machine. Bad lighting. Everyone in a mask. She had come as a devil — red skirt the size of a belt, cheap horns in the redhead fringe, a top that gave up on her tiny tits before she left the house.
The party was in a rented hall dressed as a crypt.
Fog machine. Bad lighting. Everyone in a mask. $name1 had come as a devil — red skirt the size of a belt, cheap horns in the redhead fringe, a top that gave up on her tiny tits before she left the house. No knickers. $name1 never bothered when the skirt was that short. $name1 had been drinking out of other people’s cups since she arrived and looking for trouble with her legs already slightly open on a plastic chair.
They found $name1 by the fire exit.
Two of them. Both masked. Both big in the way that showed through the costumes — one in a plague-doctor mask and black, the other in a cheap skeleton print that didn’t hide anything. Hung. $name1 looked at the shapes of them and stood up. $name1 didn’t ask names. $name1 pushed the fire door with her heel and they followed $name1 into the alley behind the hall, where the fog from inside leaked out under the frame and the music became a throb in the brick.
$name1 dropped to her knees on the wet concrete.
$name1 got the plague doctor out first. Thick. Heavy. Already hard. $name1 took him into her mouth and gagged on him almost immediately, spit running down her chin onto the red top. $name1 stroked the skeleton with her other hand while she sucked, then swapped, taking the second cock between her lips, just as thick, stretching $name1’s mouth. $name1 went back and forth between them — sloppy, fringe in her eyes, horns crooked — until both of them were wet from her and the alley was just the sound of $name1 trying to take more than she could.
$name1 stood, turned, put her hands on the fire door, and bent over.
The skeleton shoved the red skirt up over $name1’s small pert arse and pushed into $name1’s cunt in one thrust. $name1 was small and he was a lot. $name1’s mouth opened against the metal. He started fucking $name1 hard and deep, hips slapping her arse, while $name1 opened her mouth for the plague doctor again and let him use her throat. They found a rhythm. One in $name1’s cunt, one in $name1’s mouth. $name1 came on the first cock with a muffled sound, skinny thighs shaking, drooling around the second.
They switched.
The plague doctor pulled out of $name1’s mouth, moved behind her, and slammed into $name1’s cunt while it was still sloppy from the other one. The skeleton put himself on $name1’s tongue. $name1 took it. $name1 came again bent over the fire door, tiny tits barely moving in the wrecked top, horns hanging off one side of the fringe. The plague doctor spat on his fingers, pressed the head of his cock against $name1’s arse, and pushed in.
$name1 cried out around the cock in her mouth.
He fucked $name1’s arse in short, heavy strokes, stretching her, while the skeleton held $name1’s hair and used her face. $name1 came a third time with both holes full, shaking, spit and mascara on her cheeks. The one in $name1’s arse finished first — drove in, groaned, and pumped her full. He pulled out and the other one shoved into $name1’s cunt and finished there, adding a second load, holding $name1’s hips against the door while he pulsed.
They stepped back.
$name1 stayed bent over the fire exit with her red skirt around her waist, both of them running out of her — arse and cunt — down the insides of $name1’s skinny thighs onto the concrete. Horns gone. Masks still on them. $name1’s mouth wet. $name1 didn’t stand up straight away. $name1 braced on the door, legs still open, and listened to the Halloween playlist thudding on the other side of the metal.