Quantum Fuck: 11> The Girls Halloween night out
written by:
Chris-t6290

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For those of you who missed part 3 (naughty of you), here's a brief re-cap: Sandra Meadows (a close friend of mine), whose husband had left her with a now 18-year-old son, had, for some years now, resigned herself to being somewhat celibate. That all changed, and quite dramatically, one afternoon, when I occupied her body having had Steve and Mark, two of her son's close friends, pay her a visit. After I'd left her body and returned downstairs, Sandra became a different woman indeed, wanting to share the two young men with me or have them to herself.

On one such occasion that I visited them by surprise, Sandra's son Alan was there, and you can no doubt guess the rest; don't tell Sandra, though, she'll probably kill me.

A short while after I returned from my holiday, not having heard from any of them, I phoned Sandra. I could tell from her voice that she was sullen. Enquiring of the two boys, who I doubt would have told her about the foursome I had with them and Alan, she told me that they had been accepted at a college far outside of London.

"Come on, Sandra, they're not the only men around," I assured her. "What you need is to get out socialising," I told her, insistently.

"What do you suggest?" she said, looking to me for inspiration.

"What about a night club?" I proffered. "There are always some nice men, young ones at that, at such gatherings," I added cheerily, in the hope of lifting her spirits.

"Would we want them to be nice?" she rejoined, her voice elevated.

‘That's more like it,' I thought, before telling Sandra to leave it with me.

What with it being mid-October, there is generally a couple of Halloween themed parties at the coming weekend. Looking through two local papers, which are delivered free each week, I found a promising pair. On reading both, I noted that the second one had a strong adult theme to it, which made me recall the party I had with Morris and his fellow black brethren on the last night of my African holiday.

Long minutes later, and with my thong now soaking, I called Sandra and asked her what she felt as I continued to stroke my now throbbing and very needy clit.

"Yes, that sounds okay," she said, before adding: "you sound like I feel, Julie," my voice no doubt giving away my sexual frustration.

"Emn, the holiday I had was quite, shall we say, invigorating. Although that's a scene I won't be repeating in a while," I told her, before she encouraged me to recount it.

"It'll get you quite hot," I warned her, before arranging to call around the next day and tell all.

Come the evening of the Halloween dance, which was costume, I decided to dress up as a provocative ‘snow white'. A blue blouse, which, although it tied up at the front and had white ruffled short sleeves, I left untied; a short black skirt, no underwear, but red shoes, denoting I wasn't wearing any panties and a black cowl.

When I called on Sandra, she was resplendent in a maid's outfit; the back of the skirt just about covering her shapely ass, which I took a fancy to when she bent over for some innocuous reason, one I couldn't remember when I came to type this up.

"I take it you're not going out just like that?" I said, having she collected her purse and keys.

"Why not?" she adamantly replied, before coyly smiling at me and getting a black mac to put on over her outfit.

What with Sandra's renewed sexual freedom (thanks to yours truly, of course), she had taken to using oral contraception like me, and so there was little need for condoms; besides which, and since we both enjoyed anal sex and sucking cock afterwards, we kept ourselves clean down below.

In the taxi, and what with us both feeling frisky, we couldn't resist touching on another's pussy; Sandra had taken to wearing crotchless panties, which were soon moist around the edges before we arrived, and no doubt even wetter later on.

Handing the aptly dressed, almost regal like, doorman our invitations, he in turn gave us a ‘Lone ranger' type mask that had sequins stuck around its edges and a thickish piece of elastic to hold it in place. With the masks on, we then checked our outerwear in at the designated point; retaining our purse and keys. Then it was off to the bar to get some refreshment, which turned out to be large punch bowls from which you helped yourself; thankfully, it was only mildly alcoholic, I couldn't help but notice as I took a small sip of the coloured cocktail.

Choosing to stay together, we next went to the even more dimly lit dance area, its fluorescent lighting causing the sequins on the masks to light up.

"Wow! Look at them all," exclaimed Sandra, as she moved to the almost mesmeric beat, one that soon attracted the attention of several men, dressed as she was in her skimpy costume.

Some while afterwards, a tap on my left shoulder interrupted what I was indolently saying to Sandra. As I turned around to see who it was, I noticed a masked man (as we all were). Tall, dark hair, seemingly good looking and well built, and who had come as ‘Dracula'; he even had a pair of fake fangs I noticed when he spoke.

"So, who have you come as?" he almost shouted over the music.

"Can't you tell?" I rejoined, and then gripped the hem of either side of my skirt, my arms extending down, and did a quick twirl, my braless tits almost floating on air as I did.

"Ah, right, red riding hood...only you don't have a..." he proffered, before I sought to correct him.

"No, silly, try again, look at my whole ensemble," I said, drawing his attention to my shoes, and hopefully their significance.

"Dorothy, and her red shoes. I'm right, aren't I?" he suggested, gleefully.

‘Oh well, that'll do,' I supposed, before moving up close and taking his hand, more precisely his two middle fingers. "I see you don't know the meaning of ‘red shoes', then," I said, and with that, I motioned his hand under my skirt and brushed his fingers over my humid pussy mound.

"You're not wearing any...!" he exclaimed.

‘Precisely', I muttered to myself, just before he pulled his hand away and fled.

‘Jees, anyone would think I was a vamp,' I remarked to myself, before turning back to Sandra, who was now in the capable hands of two young men; one white the other black. The white guy in front had his hands on her back and shoulders, while the other slowly rocked behind her, almost reminiscent of me with...! (You'll just have to have read ‘Black sundae').

Noticing the contented look on her face, I went off to get another drink. But as I edged through the crowd on the periphery of the dance floor, I heard a woman's voice say ‘no' while a man's hand gripped her wrist. ‘What's all that about?' I, being the inquisitive person I am, wondered to myself.

With there being an obvious queue for the ladies toilets, there was nowhere that I could safely leave my body while I leapt to find out; besides which, there was Sandra, whom I was with, irrespective of the good time she was having with the two men.

Another drawback to my power is, that I need to focus on the person, not have them milling around in a crowd such as this. Just then, the man let her wrist go and she ambled towards the bar. Since that was where I was heading, also, I subsequently followed after her.

"Hi, I'm, Julie, dressed as ‘Snow white', and you?" I said, addressing the young blonde haired woman.

"Amanda, dressed as a slut, least that's how my boyfriend sees me," she brazenly confided.

"You know, Amanda, because we women behave, act, if you like, in a slattern manner, doesn't mean we're whores and the like. What was it Jerry Hall once said?" I reminded her, my confident words bringing a florid smile to her face.

"My boyfriend, Michael, he wants to share me with a couple of guys we just met," she exclaimed, between sipping our drinks.

"They do it for our pleasure, Amanda," I rejoined assuringly.

"Imagine the pleasure you get from one, multiplied three times," I intoned confidently.

"I don't know, Julie, though I suppose you would," she intimated.

"Well, let's just say that I have my moments," I told her, emitting a cheeky grin.

"I've got it, Snow white!" the guy dressed as Dracula, who recently had his fingers in my ‘cookie' jar, exclaimed, and he had two friends in tow I noticed when I turned around to passively congratulate him.

"I'll be with you in a minute," I said, before going to turn back to Amanda.

"She's gone," he quickly announced. ‘Hopefully with a new outlook on her situation,' I thought.

"And to what do I owe this honour?" I said, indicating the three of them with my hand.

"I'm Mitch, and these two are Ray and Alex," he said, introducing them pleasantly and with no sign of a snigger as to where he recently had his fingers; all of which, caused my pussy to weep needingly, something it does whenever it detects cock.

Looking around for a part secluded area, one where we could fool around for a bit (I most certainly wouldn't fuck a guy in a club), I noticed an empty booth and had them follow me there.

Inviting me to sit down first, I hitched my short skirt up at the back before resting my naked buttocks on the black leather surface. Not surprisingly, Ray and Alex sat themselves either side of me while Mitch sat opposite.

"Okay, so now what?" I said, my hands defencelessly poised on either side of me.

"Mitch told us you're a bit of a game bird," Ray said, before leaning towards me, his hand quickly moving to my thigh.

Having met no resistance from me, just yet, I then felt Alex place his on the opposite one and a little higher up. Subsequently, and with my hands still by my side, I gazed at Mitch as I edged my knees slightly more apart, thereby granting his friends better access to my pussy. Having realised that, each one then slid his hand onto my humid inner thigh before pausing.

"What are you waiting for, it hasn't got teeth?" I joked.

"And what do we get in return?" Alex ventured, as he slowly edged his fingers along my ever warm flesh.

"What would you like, short of actually fucking?" I rejoined, as his boldness moved my skirt someway higher.

"Well, to start with you could tell us your name, since you know ours," he suggested.

"I'm Julie, and I like men and women," I informed him, them.

"Emn, that's nice," I crooned, as Ray stroked the sheathed part of my clit; Alex having stood his ground, until he no doubt got some indication of what I would do in return.

Moving my right hand up his nearby thigh, I soon located the bulge of Alex's cock, which ran along the inside. Having given it an indelicate squeeze I then fondly stroked it. Almost immediately, he slid his hand up and over, cupping my mound with it and causing me to respond likewise.

Moments later, and there I was, a warm cock in each hand, which I pleasurably stroked, while fingers from two separate men's hands stroked my clit and pussy, the later ones soon immersing themselves in my hot sex pool as Mitch looked on. ‘Emn, dare I risk sucking his cock,' I thought, as my climax neared. ‘And what, then, would his friends expect if that I did,' I mused.

"Yes, emn, more, do it," I encouraged them lustfully, as I moved my legs further apart.

Almost immediately, Alex slid his entire fingers into my snatch; all the way down to the bridge of his thumb. And as I moaned with the intense pleasure, he covered my mouth with his and I came. It was a most invigorating climax, and one that caused me to respond, by stroking their cocks more firmly; still being kissed, though without tongues, while fingers continued to fuck and stroke my ever wet pussy.

Moments later, and I felt Alex's shaft swell, followed soon after by warm semen as it landed on my wrist and pumping hand. Not far behind him was Ray, and for variety, I angled his cock in such a way that I jerked his warm sticky cum over my pussy mound; Alex having already removed his hand to put himself away.

Although I'd tossed them off, my cunt was on fire with an even bigger inferno waiting inside me and one that needed cock to put it out. Fleetingly, my thoughts reminded me of Sandra, and just as fleetingly I reminded myself she was old enough to look after herself; call me selfish if you like, but, when a woman gets certain urges, she just has to take care of them.

Having raised my right hand, I licked Alex's salty cum from it and in full view of Mitch, before doing the same to the other one. After that, I got Alex to move out before standing up and going over to Mitch.

Whispering something to him in his ear, he stood up and followed me, though not even I knew where we were headed to.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw the green glowing light of an emergency exit and hoped that it wasn't alarmed. Not only wasn't it, but the door was ajar, I noticed, suggesting that others had left the building for some outside sexual activity.

Slowly pushing it open, I stepped out into the now cold night air. Almost immediately, a shiver ran up my legs, but I was determined to be nailed, and by Dracula, no less. Oddly enough, my fantasies revolve around vampirism, but that's another story, short though it is. Dracula was the one with a steak like object, and I was dying (excuse the pun), for him to thrust it into me.

"I want you to fuck me, Mitch, but not until I've sucked your cock," I wantonly told him, taking his hand in mine and leading him somewhere secluded. ‘That'll do,' I thought, having noticed a gazebo type building on the back lawn, and hurried him over to it.

Once we got there, I noticed that the seat was at a reasonable height. Not wanting to kneel on the damp stone floor, I quickly removed my skirt, displaying my prize pussy for him, before unzipping Mitch's trousers and feeling for his cock.

‘God, that's thick,' I realized, as I barely got my right hand around it.

With his trousers fully undone, I lowered Mitch's pants; whereupon, the object of my lust sprang down, bobbed up and then wavered a bit before it finally settled and at a nice angle from his groin.

Admiring it for a brief while, I soon placed my hands at either side and drew the foreskin down, therein revealing a nice shiny head, which I directed towards my extending tongue as I moved closer to it.

Teasing Mitch's cockhead at first, I slowly trailed my tongue tip around it, catching a taste of mucus and pre-cum as I did, both of which were noticeably salty.

"Would you like to put this thick cock of yours in my tight little asshole?" I proffered, all the while staring up at him to see his reaction.

Yes, he nodded, as I took the bulbous crown into my mouth and sucked on it for a while. After that, I then slowly slid my lips down the length of his shaft, holding him there so that I could use my tongue to lick his meaty balls and sac, before withdrawing, and then freely bobbing my head forward and back.

"Although your friends took care of my pussy, that's where I want this lovely cock of yours first," I told Mitch, as I stood up. I then turned around and subsequently placed my left knee on the seat.

"Come on, Dracula, stick your cock in Snow White's cunt, the dwarfs are too small," I exclaimed, doing my best not to be corny.

"I always thought it was the count that got ‘nailed'," Mitch riposted, repeating my earlier thoughts.

"That's it, nail my cunt for me," I said encouragingly, as the turgid head penetrated my wet opening and then slid in down to the hilt with aplomb.

"Oh fuck, you don't know what it's like to be full of cock, especially one like yours," I extolled, only for Mitch to slowly withdrew it so that just the throbbing crown was inside me. He then slammed it all the way back, the spearing, thrusting motion, almost taking my breath away each time he fucked his huge weapon into me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me with it," I demanded, my clit on overdrive from the recent attentions of Ray and Alex.

Just then, and from someway off, I heard a familiar moaning; that of Sandra Adams being purposefully screwed; okay, fucked. And from what she was orally encouraging, with two men.

Stopping ‘Dracula's' steak (sorry for that pun) from driving into me for a moment, I had Mitch withdraw himself from my dowsed pussy. Once I had put my foot down, I said: "Come with me, there's someone I'd like you to meet."

Pulling up his pants and trousers - I having collected my skirt - we slowly made our way to where the noise of Sandra being fucked was emanating from. Sure enough, it was the two men I left her with; their costumes, Robin Hood and not so Little John, I noticed, giving them away.

Sandra was knelt, on the grass mind, over the black John, his equally long thick black staff disappearing into and reappearing from Sandra's wet pussy while Robin laid siege to her ass with his reasonably formed hornlike cock.

"Fuck my cunt, fuck my ass," she repeatedly encouraged them, suggesting she was close to cumming.

"So, this is where you got to," I chuckled.

"I don't know, I leave you alone for five minutes, Sandra, and you've got Robin Hood and John, not so, Little up inside you," I intoned.

"They're fucking lovely, Julie. They've made me cum twice already with their non-stop fucking, you wanna try them," she proffered.

"I take it you two share, then?" Mitch said, as he stroked my shapely butt, a reminder, as if one was necessary, that he hadn't been where Robin was with Sandra.

Not being one for kneeling on wet grass; not in my own body that is; I moved my hand behind me and soon had Mitch's fly undone and his cock once more out. I then, and even to my surprise as I held onto it, leant forward and placed my left hand on the grass for support before moving my feet apart and directing Dracula's cock to my tight anal dungeon.

Decidedly helping, Mitch placed a hand on each of my buttocks and eased them apart, thereby minimising the small amount of discomfort I knew I would be getting from the girth of his monster cock.

"That's it, just the head to begin with, Mitch," I said, for even though I was the one guiding it, there was every possible chance that he would motion it forwards, once it had entered me.

"Emn, oh yes, that's big," I exclaimed, as the head, having now entered me, slowly made a receptive path for the shaft to slide along.

"Fuck, yes, more. Like that, do it like that," I coached him, as he drew what was inside my tight little asshole back and then slid some more of his thick meat stick back into me, until eventually my ass was as full as my mouth and pussy had previously been.

"Why don't you try this thick black one as well, Julie?" Sandra said, intimating I be where she was, while Robin (neither of us got to know their actual names) took care of her or indeed me; then there was, of course, the outside possibility of Sandra having me lick her pussy while Robin took her from behind.

"In a moment," I replied, as Mitch fucked himself into my anus with long smooth determined strokes; both my hands now outstretched and supporting me.

Considering, more than weighing up Sandra's offer, as my gaping ass was severely ploughed, I eventually, recalling my reflection of the time in the park with Tony from the previous episode, visualised a way, whereby I could be fucked by both thick cocks - one black the other white - and not get any wetter; least not my legs, anyway.

"Okay, then, Sandra," I said, suggesting Robin disengage from her butt and Mitch do likewise for me. After that, he graciously helped me up and we then joined Sandra and her companions.

"Okay, big boy," I exclaimed, having noticed his broad muscular frame, before extending my hand to help him up.

"What I suggest is," I said, as I moved his hands to my sides, only for him to somewhat read my intention and pick me up.

"That'll do it," I remarked, as he suspended me above his long thick almost vertical cock, inviting me to reach down for it and guide his thick black cock to its new place of residence, my aching wet cunt.

With my other arm wrapped firmly around ‘John's' neck, Mitch, from behind me, moved his hands to support my butt as I poised the head of the black sceptre near my entrance. John then lowered me a little at a time, and I instantly felt the glans, sticky from having been in Sandra, brush against my thighs, which automatically parted; I hadn't, thus far, had the need to wrap my legs around John's waist, what with Mitch supporting me.

"Fuck, yes," I trembled, as I slid down its entire vibrant length. Then, and having moved my right arm behind ‘John's' neck and my legs around his waist, he took over supporting my shapely ass as I levered myself up and down his big black cock for a short while. Having stopped, someway up from ‘John's' hilt, I invited Mitch, Dracula, to once more possess me, my ass. Sandra, meanwhile, was knelt over ‘Robin', although it wasn't clear from where I was if he was in her ass or not.

I moaned, loudly, as I incessantly rode upon the two thick cocks inside me, my toes soon tingling with the onrush of a blissful climax, which presently enveloped my entire body. That, of course, only served to encourage me all the more, what with my pussy being awash with my juices, to ride John harder and faster, while getting similar treatment in my ass, but it was worth it.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, John, bounce me on your thick black cock, make me cum; you too, Count," I urged, not wanting Mitch to feel left out.

"I don't know about you, Julie," John presently uttered, "but your lovely tight cunt's having a similar effect on me," he forewarned, suggesting he was close to dropping his load.

"Inside me, both of you, I want you to cum inside me, let's do it together," I emboldened them, seeking an otherwise elusive, for me, anyway, simultaneous orgasm with two men.

"That's it, come on, I'm almost there," I cried out, as I felt them begin to swell up.

Fleeting moments later, my body tensed, and as I felt the warm jets of spunk erupt in my cock full orifices, I went into a full body orgasm. "Yeeees!" I screamed, with accomplishment, joined almost immediately by Sandra exclaiming that ‘Robin' had shot his load into her, at almost the same time.

Still managing to hold onto ‘John' as they continued to pump their hot sticky seed into me, what with my being airborne, as it were, it felt like I was floating on a cloud for several tranquil moments, before coming out of my euphoric haze.

"Emn, that was most enjoyable," I extolled, as I somewhat gripped John tightly. Sensing my fondness for black dick, Mitch/Dracula removed his wilting steak from my backside and bade me goodnight.

‘Looks like we've found a couple of replacements for, now, who were they?' I chuckled inside, as big, John Little set me back down. Alas, that wasn't to be the case, as these two fit young men were only home for the weekend; still, it was monumentally enjoyable all the same.

Authors note: For those of you who missed episode 1: ‘the Building site', like a certain TV series, Julie has the ability to enter, and take over, the bodies of other women, in particular conservative ones who are somewhat out of touch with, or of, their female sexuality.