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CHAPTER 51: ALL HALLOWS' EVE
As I gave out handfuls of mini-Snickers bars to a group of kids and then
watched them head across the lawn to extort similar largesse from the
Ralstons across the street, I reflected on how Halloween had changed since
my childhood.
Reflections on how things have changed, generally for the worse, are
common among middle-aged men, so I won't bore you with the details. The
salient points are simply that the holiday has morphed from strictly a
kids' event into a major occasion for adult parties and hijinks (the
Ralstons had invited all the adults in the neighborhood to a party at their
house starting about nine, when the trick or treaters would be done), and
that many people now put up Halloween decorations that were nearly as
elaborate as those for Christmas. Again this thought was connected to the
Ralstons, because I was watching the kids cross the street with their bags
of candy toward a structure that Beth had decorated to look like the
gingerbread house out of Hansel and Gretel, with Beth herself, I now noted,
greeting the kids dressed as the wicked witch.
As I watched Beth invite the kids in for their snacks (must be something
elaborate, I reflected), another group, dressed as various Pokemon
characters, came to our door, so I remained there to give them their
treats. As they crossed the lawn toward Beth's, another group was
approaching, so I stayed at my post.
What I noticed as these kids crossed the street was that the second
group was now entering Beth's house, and the first had not yet come out.
What was going on? I mused.
After watching a few minutes while serving up candy to one more group of
kids, and watching that group in turn disappear into the gingerbread house,
I decided that Beth was up to something, and that I needed to find out
what.
The first thing I found was that the witch at the front door wasn't Beth
- it was a clone Beth had stationed there. Beth I found with fifteen or
twenty kids in her dungeon, where she had eight-year-olds fucking each
other, a girl of about ten stretched out on the rack and being whipped by
her brother with a little boy licking her cunt while his best friend
buttfucked him, and various other interesting but thoroughly deplorable
perversions.
After a quick look around, I froze everything. The next moment all the
kids were gone, scampering down the street with their candy bags full and
their heads emptied of all memories of Beth's dungeon.
Beth was pissed of course, giving me her usual line about how I never
let her have any fun, and that she wasn't really hurting any of the kids,
and she was going to let them go with no memories, etc.
I realized that I had to limit Beth's activities still further.
Previously I had let her do anything she wanted within her house. Now I
instructed Reward to prevent her from doing things anywhere if they could
not easily be covered up. Fifteen or twenty missing kids, I informed him,
were likely to cause a stink in the most broadminded community.
Beth was outraged further at these new restrictions, of course. She was
getting so far out that she could see no reason why anyone should look
askance at torturing small children. After trying to talk some sense with
her, I just left and figured she'd calm down eventually.
A couple hours later, I found she had. I was seated on the sofa in the
Ralston's living room, sipping on a drink and being thoroughly bored at
Beth's party. I never cared much for costume parties, and had kept my
involvement pretty minimal - I had put on a Diamondbacks jersey and cap and
carried a glove to indicate that I was a baseball player. Beth saw me and
crossed the room to sit next to me.
"What's with the Little Bo-Peep rig?" I asked.
"Mike rented the costumes - he's Little Boy Blue over there."
I looked. He was talking with another neighbor, apparently about golf,
based on the swing motions they were making. I couldn't resist asking:
"Have you blown his horn for him?"
"That's my clone's job now," she reminded me with a smile.
"Still mad at me?" I asked.
She laughed and shook her head. "I know how you are, Tom," she said
easily.
"Stodgy and boring?" I prompted.
"That's close," she replied, laughing again.
"Right now," I answered, "in addition to boring, I'm bored."
"You aren't the only one," Beth replied. "Neighborhood parties aren't
such a great idea anymore, I guess. Neighbors don't know each other."
"If we want them to get to know each other, we could try party games," I
suggested. I hastened to add that I was joking, but my suggestion
nonetheless got the look of contempt it deserved.
Then I was struck by inspiration. "Stodgy and boring am I?" I asked
Beth rhetorically. "You don't like games?" I added.
"For godsake, Tom, you're not going to try something like nudie musical
chairs, are you?"
"Not a bad idea," I allowed, "but not exactly what I had in mind.
Fantasy games are very in right now, so let's let some of these people live
out their fantasies - for our amusement."
"You're going to have Reward read their minds?" she hazarded.
"Another good idea, but I was just thinking about letting them act out
the costumes they're wearing. Let's start with Elliott."
Just then, a person I knew slightly, Elliott Lemond, a CPA from down the
street, had walked by. He had apparently borrowed surgical scrubs and a
stethoscope in a half-hearted attempt to dress as a doctor. He had looked
as bored as the rest of us as he walked by, but now he turned and addressed
Beth. "Beth, I think it's time for me to do your cervical exam. Why don't
you get up on the table?"
With a glance at me, Beth nodded agreement, then climbed up on the
dining room table as Elliott indicated. "You'll have to undress, Beth,"
Elliott said reasonably, as Beth sat uncertainly.
The Bo-Peep costume looked difficult to get out of, so I just had Reward
instantly strip her. Elliott smiled happily at Beth's lovely body.
"That's good, Beth, now lie back and spread your legs." He also turned to a
couple men standing nearby and requested their help. "We don't have
stirrups here, so could you hold her legs for me?"
They agreed to lend a helping hand and supported Beth's legs as she
hoisted them high and wide and her neatly trimmed pussy opened invitingly
for her exam.
I had Reward make the group think this was nothing out of the ordinary -
just a sort of party game, in fact. Most continued talking; some others,
finding it more interesting than their conversations, watched as Elliott
did a digital exam that turned into a fingerfuck as Beth's hips began
moving rhythmically. Beth's husband wandered by on his way to the bar just
as Elliott got down on his knees to replace his fingers with his tongue.
Mike, who of course is a doctor, smiled at the act, but felt constrained to
note that "that's not how it's really done, you know." The onlookers
chuckled appreciatively and Elliott looked up to smile at Mike, before
returning to his work.
Mike went on to the bar, returning in time to see Beth's hands wrap
around her new gynecologist's head and pull him deeper into her cunt. A
few moments later, her hips driving up into his face, she came, grunting
with pleasure, as her body stiffened and then relaxed. Everyone
congratulated the doctor and patient on a successful procedure, while
Elliott rose and pulled down his scrub pants to perform an in-depth probe
of Beth's vagina.
Meanwhile, I had noticed that Elliott's wife, a mousy, plump woman, was
standing nearby talking with another woman I didn't know, dressed similarly
to her husband. Applying job titles in a shamelessly sexist manner, I
decided first that she was a nurse, and then changed my mind to massage
therapist. Turning from her neighbor she smiled at me and said, "Mr.
Mallory, it's time for your massage."
Nodding my assent, I stripped and stretched out on the sofa. For
several minutes I had her give me a genuine massage, which was quite
enjoyable. Then, having turned over, I pointed out to her that I'd been
feeling a certain amount of stiffness in my penis - perhaps she could help
me out.
The masseuse looked at my crotch, agreed that there was a problem, and
began stroking my cock. Though it felt good, it wasn't exactly what I was
looking for, and I suggested that perhaps the massage might be more
soothing if she were to use her pussy to do it.
Ever helpful, she agreed again and, after pulling off her pants,
straddled me and inserted my cock in her pussy. It wasn't the best vaginal
prick massage I'd ever had - my masseuse, a mother of three, was a bit
loose, so I had Reward tighten things up a bit (I wondered what Elliott
would think). Still nothing great, but she did her job professionally and
eventually I deposited a load of sperm in her.
She smiled down at me as she felt my fluids spurt into her. "Oh, good,"
she said, "I think the massage worked." She climbed off. "Yes, that's much
better," she said cheerfully as she inspected the results of her labors.
"It appears to be considerably less stiff now."
I agreed with her assessment and thanked her for her time, as she put
her pants back on and rejoined the conversation she had left earlier.
"Looked like you were having fun," I commented as Beth returned to sit
next to me, again attired as Little Bo-Peep.
"It was different," she grinned. "But he doesn't eat pussy as well as
you, dear."
"Thanks," I replied. "What do you want to do next?"
She looked around slowly, considering the possibilities of the assorted
ghosts, vampires, and other costumes. Finally her eyes alighted on
somebody dressed as Superman, complete with outrageously padded arms,
chest, and thighs.
"Let's see if the Man of Steel has a Rod of Steel," she grinned as he
walked toward her. I got up to give him room on the sofa next to her.
"Hi, Lois," he greeted her as he sat.
I looked around to see if there was a Wonder Woman or Supergirl around
(although the idea of a Pussy of Steel is not all that inviting). None.
But, I decided, if Beth could go the comic book route, so could I - nothing
said that I had to limit myself to people and costumes actually present.
I immediately summoned a clone of Sarah and who would be good? -
Mandy, of course. I altered them slightly, giving them pert, turned-up
noses and big eyes, giving Sarah black hair and an aristocratic
haughtiness. Mandy could stay pretty much as she was - except for changing
her hair from plain blonde to yellow. Veronica and Betty. I made my hair
orange and gave myself freckles.
"Oooh, Archiekins," Betty cooed, "thanks for inviting me to this party.
Do you want a blowjob?"
"Watch it, bimbo," Veronica snarled. "I'm his date - you're just
tagging along. If anybody gives carrot-top a suck it will be me."
"No need to fight, girls," I assured them, unzipping my pants, "there's
plenty of cock to go around." I whipped out my ten or so inches to
demonstrate that there was no shortage, so to speak.
The two teenagers dropped to their knees in front of me. I made my
decision as judiciously as possible. "Betty first," I said, "because she
asked first."
To alleviate Veronica's immediately flaring temper, I suggested that she
could give me a rim job and then I'd fuck her.
Veronica gave in not at all graciously (her similarities to Sarah were
numerous, I decided), but did, after some grumbling, station herself behind
me, pull apart my ass cheeks and begin to explore my hole with her tongue.
Betty, meanwhile, smiling up at me prettily, parted her lush red lips
and took the monster cock slowly into her mouth.
Mandy was a good cocksucker, of course, and Reward had apparently given
Betty her ability. In any case, the suction, combined with Veronica's
tongue in my ass, and the sight of Betty's pretty, innocent face split open
by my huge cock, had the predictable effect. In only a few minutes, I
could feel the tightening in my balls and I grabbed Betty's head in both my
hands and began to thrust back and forth, fucking deep into her mouth.
A moment later, her nose pressed against my belly and my cock halfway
down to her stomach, I shot into her. "Wow, thanks, Archie," Betty cooed,
totally unnecessarily, as I slowly pulled the long cock out of her mouth.
She held on to it as long as possible, continuing to suck it clean as it
emerged from between her lips. "That was the biggest load I ever
swallowed," she said appreciatively.
"Yeah, yeah, stow it, Blondie," said Veronica impatiently, laying down
in front of me and spreading her legs. "My turn."
As I positioned myself between her long, shapely legs and looked down on
the small pussy nestled at their juncture, however, some of her brashness
disappeared. "Gee, Archie," Veronica said with a concerned look on her
pretty face, "I don't know if that thing will fit into me." She spread her
legs a little farther.
""For godsake, Veronica," answered Betty peevishly, "did you forget
you're a comic book character? You could stick Mr. Weatherbee up your
cunt, belly first, and he'd slide right in." She turned to the other
partygoers to add as an aside, "And they say blondes are dumb."
Veronica was about to answer, but had her breath taken away, as the big
cock slid deep inside her. The rush of air was followed by a contented
sigh. Then, as my cock pushed to its (and her) limit, she said, "Geez,
Archie, I've never felt anything like it."
"Better than Reggie?" I asked.
"Much better," she replied unguardedly, then gulped in dismay, as she
realized her slip.
"Ha! I knew it!" said Betty triumphantly. "You're probably doing
Jughead and Big Moose, too!"
"At least I'm not going down on Miss Grundy . . . ." Veronica began. To
end the bickering, I pushed hard into Veronica, causing her again to gasp
and push her hips back at me. Another hard slam and she was clawing at my
back, with her legs wrapped around me. "Harder, Archie," she breathed in
my ear. "Stick it in me!"
I remembered then that this Veronica was a variation on my daughter
Sarah, who is one of the world's leading filthmouths. That trait now began
to take effect and Veronica's sweet little mouth was soon spewing forth an
incredible stream of profanity, obscenity, and scatology.
"Oh, god," she began, alternately moaning and screaming, "Oh holy
fucking shit. God damn, stick that cock in my cunt . . . deeper, you
fucking sonofabitch . . . slam my fucking cunt . . . goddamn shit piss
fuck me . . . fuck me harder."
I paused for a moment to look down at her, spread wide, her legs splayed
out at an almost ridiculous angle. She looked something like a Japanese
manga heroine, her cunt pierced by an incredibly oversized cock. She
looked up at me, breathing hard. "For godsake, don't stop, Archie," she
said; then as I continued to pause, she began begging. "Oh, please,
Archie, fuck me. Please fuck me hard." She saw me weakening and turned it
up, cooing, "Please, Archie baby, stick your big, hard cock way up my
little rich-bitch fuckhole. Split me wide open and make me come hard."
"Oh, yes," she sighed contentedly as I again lowered myself down on to
her and my cock slid back in. "Oh, that's it, Archie, that's it. Fuck
your little slut."
So I fucked the little slut, pounding down into her harder and faster,
as she chanted obscenities louder and faster until they merged into one
long "Fuck!" that then quickly changed into an inarticulate howl of lust as
her body convulsed in ecstasy.
Veronica was bucking so hard that I had trouble staying in the saddle,
but I managed to hold on long enough for her contractions to suck my semen
into her womb. When she went limp, so did I, collapsing on her and then
rolling off to lie beside her.
Having finished with the Rod of Steel, Beth was watching as I finished
up with Veronica, joining the other onlookers, who mostly seemed to think
I'd done a pretty good job.
"So, Betty and Veronica, huh?" was Beth's comment. "Seem like your
types," she gibed, "especially Betty."
"I enjoyed them," I answered, refusing to be drawn in. "Especially
Betty," I added, not necessarily truthfully.
I suggested a rest, but Beth had already picked out her next partner - A
tall, heavyset guy dressed as a cowboy.
"I think I'll be an Indian maiden being ravished by a cruel outlaw," she
suggested. Instantly Reward gave her black hair held in place by a
headband and done in twin braids just like every maiden in every Hollywood
western. About to be ravished, she looked ravishing in her fringed
buckskin miniskirt.
"Hey, squaw, come 'ere," said the bad man, a handmade cigarette dangling
from a corner of his mouth. "How 'bout we make a papoose?" he added with a
guffaw as he grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her close for a
kiss.
"Oh you evil man," she simpered, as she broke loose for a second and
slapped him (none too hard), "please don't hurt me by sticking your big
white cock in my sweet little Indian pussy."
"Not very PC, Beth," I noted. "Shouldn't that be 'sweet little Native
American pussy?'"
She shot me a dirty look. "How about 'hot redskin cunt'?" she offered.
Whatever we called it, it was clear that it was soon to be the temporary
home of a big white cock, as the sneering badman pushed Beth back on the
table and yanked apart her legs as she screeched in mock-fear.
An interesting moral question, I reflected - is it rape if the woman
truly is "asking for it"? - as Beth's pussy lips were forced apart and the
outlaw's thick cock pushed into her eager, wet vagina. As the sneer
disappeared from his lips, replaced by a look of sheer bliss, I thought
about how a guy was being forced into committing a rape - it was the Case
of the Manipulated Rapist.
While Beth was enjoying her rape, I noticed a woman who was wearing a
uniform (probably her daughter's) from one of the local Catholic high
schools. She had her hair in two ponytails and wore white socks to her
knees. Now she came over, pouted prettily, put a finger in her mouth in a
parody of youth, and asked sweetly if she could suck on my lollipop.
I graciously gave her permission and let her crouch between my legs as I
sat on the sofa and watched the rape.
As Beth continued to alternate "No, no" with "Harder, harder", I enjoyed
the schoolgirl's lips and tongue. Just after the evil outlaw shot his load
into the maiden and walked away twirling his moustache, I shot my own load
into the girl's mouth. She licked up the last drops, said "Thank you,
mister, that sure tastes good," and walked away just as Beth, again dressed
as Bo-Peep, rejoined me on the sofa.
As we sat recouping our energy, I pointed out to Beth a couple wearing
masks suggesting that they were Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. For the
sake of verisimilitude, I added a semen stain to the woman's dress, though
I don't think she noticed.
"What do you think?" I nudged Beth. "Would you like to suck some
presidential cock?"
Beth shook her head. "No thanks, he's too slimy for me."
"I don't know about a suck," I pointed out, "but slimy's good for a fuck
- it means he'll go in nice and easy."
"Very clever," Beth replied, "but still no thanks." She thought for a
second. "I'm tired, why don't we just have them do a show for us?"
I spoke to Reward and instantly they were no longer two people wearing
masks, they were Bill and Monica (or at least their clones), and they were
on the floor in front of us, preparing for a fuck.
As the leader of the free world entered his intern's pussy, I remarked
that moving beyond oral sex was going to cause Bill some new problems,
since he could no longer defend himself with the argument that blowjobs
aren't really sex acts.
Beth seemed unconcerned about Clinton's problem. "I'm sure he can talk
his way out of it - he could say it depends on the definition of 'fuck'."
Bill was now stroking steadily between Monica's wide spread legs, as she
urged him on with muttered encouragement. It was a good show and Beth and
I were enjoying it, critiquing and praising the performance.
Finally, though, I couldn't resist the obvious pun. "Would it be
appropriate to say," I asked Beth, "that he's Goring her Bush?"
Beth groaned, quite properly, but also couldn't resist the impulse to
reply, "That's the absolute Nader of puns."
Unable to come up with a Buchanan reference, I fell silent. Part of why
I fell silent, also, was that I was getting turned on. Beth was, too - it
wasn't difficult to tell because her hand had crept up under her dress and
she was busily frigging herself.
By the time Bill shot his load, as the stereo behind us struck up
"Nailed by the Chief", Beth and I were making out on the sofa like a couple
teenagers, several of my fingers deep into her pussy, and her hand busily
frigging me. When they finished I suggested to Beth that she and I emulate
their actions.
But she twisted away from me. "Sorry, lover, you I can fuck anytime - I
want some more strange cock," she answered with a laugh. "And over there I
see some very strange stuff."
She pointed to a couple dressed as a priest and nun. I was disappointed
- I always enjoy fucking Beth - but I had to admit that the costumes
offered possibilities. The clerical couple came over to us.
Beth got down on her knees as the priest approached, folded her hands in
prayer, and repeated the opening words from the confessional, "Bless me,
Father, for I have sinned."
"What have you done, my child?" asked the priest in kindly tones.
"I've fucked everything I can lay my hands on," Beth replied.
The priest made a Sign of the Cross over Beth's head as he said, "Go,
child, and sin some more," then opened his robe and pulled out his cock.
"How about sin some more and come?" suggested Beth, promptly swallowing
the proffered cock, then laying back and spreading her legs.
I tried to think of a good pun focussing on the "cum" of "dominus
vobiscum" and "et cum spiritu tuo" but I couldn't, so I didn't engage in
wordplay this time. I just bent the nun over the table, pulled up her
robes and stuck my cock in her ass.
Neither Beth nor I lasted long, since we had gotten each other
thoroughly aroused during the Clinton-Lewinsky interlude. Our fucks with
these partners were short and to the point. I quickly shot up the Bride of
Christ's butt, and a few moments later Beth took a load of consecrated
sperm. Shortly afterward we were back on the sofa planning our next
adventure.
I had noticed a late arrival to the party, a woman costumed as Barbie,
who seemed a natural. I summoned her and had Reward turn her into an exact
replica of the doll, complete with hourandahalfglass figure and impossibly
long legs - set off by a tight bare-midriff t-shirt and even tighter hot
pink acrylic hot pants. She was something like an inflatable plastic love
doll come to life
"Do you want Ken?" I asked Beth as Barbie stood before us.
She thought it over. "Ken never turned me on much," she said. "He was
kind of a wimp. I think I'd prefer GI Joe."
Immediately a life-size GI Joe was standing in front of us, holding an
M-16. I sent a quick message to Reward that Joe himself could be as potent
as needed, but the gun had better be firing blanks.
"Oh, Joe," Beth trilled, "save me from the nasty Arab terrorists." She
improvised further, based I guess on whatever romance novel she had read
most recently. "Help me, they're going to sell me into a perverted sheik's
harem."
"Isn't that a bit trite?" I asked.
Beth ignored me, as Joe sprayed the room with bullets. When he was
done, there were no Arab terrorists around. Of course, there hadn't been
any Arab terrorists before he fired, but that was pretty much beside the
point.
Certainly it made no difference to Beth, who melted into her hero's
arms. "Oh, Joe, you saved me," she gasped, leaning her head against his
manly chest. "I owe my life to you," she said. Then kissing him deeply,
she added, even more tritely, "Take me, I'm yours."
Joe leaned her back and lowered her onto the couch, then laid himself
atop her, covering her face with kisses and ripping away the bodice of her
Bo-Peep costume. It looked like a pretty elemental fuck coming up, so I
decided to turn my attention back to Barbie, who was standing in front of
me patiently awaiting my pleasure.
My pleasure, I decided after a moment's thought, would be to play off
the inflatable love doll imagery - I'd just treat her as a fucktoy.
"Take your shirt off, Barbie," I said. The living doll reached down to
her waist and pulled the t-shirt up by its hem, slowly revealing her huge
conical breasts as they were raised taut by her upstretched arms. When the
shirt was gone, she stood silent, her breasts barely settling, as she
waited for my next command.
"Play with your tits, Barbie," I told her. She raised her hands to the
big breasts, first tweaking each nipple into awakeness, then spreading her
hands fully over the breasts, squeezing and stroking.
"Put one of them in my mouth," was my next command. Barbie leaned over,
the breasts enlarging with gravity, and, taking her right breast in both
hands (there was still plenty of tit left over), she placed the big
slightly erect nipple between my lips. At first there was little response,
which is not surprising - inflatable love dolls don't respond much, either.
So I told Reward to start sending electrical currents through her; I wanted
her right on the edge of coming - and to stay there.
Immediately she was panting and gasping with arousal, pushing her big
tit further into my mouth as I sucked and chewed on the nipple, which soon
was nearly as big as the nipple on a baby bottle.
"Turn around and take off your shorts, Barbie," I told her next. She
stepped back from me, a delicious sight with her big breasts jutting out
from her chest and the big nipples jutting out from the breasts. Now
another element was added, as she turned and then wiggled her slender but
rounded ass to lower the skin-tight hot pants. No tan lines, of course.
"Play with your pussy, Barbie," I ordered her after enjoying the view
from the rear for a few moments. I forgot to tell her to turn around
first, so I had to amend the wording. She turned around and I watched as
she fingerfucked herself, trying desperately for the orgasm Reward held
just out of her reach. Eventually I told her to stop frigging herself and
to step closer, holding her pussy open.
She stood in front of me, her feet apart and her hands holding her pussy
lips gaping open. I looked into the pink slit, the membranes glistening
with her juices. I motioned her to come nearer, so I could smell her lust,
then I grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into my face. My mouth worked
busily on her unsheathed clit, my tongue flicking at it, then licking
across it, and finally my lips nuzzling it. Meanwhile, my thumb worked its
way into her vagina and my fingers poked into her ass. Though it seemed
impossible, Barbie's passion moved to yet a higher level, and her hips
alternately drove her pussy forward into my face, then pulled back to drive
her asshole against my fingers.
"Climb on my cock, Barbie," I told her when I had drunk my fill of her
juices. She obediently lowered her pussy onto my up-thrust cock and began
a slow rise and fall that had the effect of waving her huge breasts in my
face. I grabbed both tits and squeezed hard, then used them to pull her
forward, sucking one big nipple into my mouth and chewing it, then taking
the other to do the same.
Meanwhile, Barbie was pushing down on my cock harder and faster, chasing
her orgasm, panting and whining in frustration as it continued to elude
her. I withdrew my mouth from her tit and she drove up and down still
harder. I watched as the tits barely moved even with her intense fucking.
"Bend over, Barbie," I said. "Open your asshole." She pulled her
sopping pussy off my cock with a slurping sound and knelt in front of me,
reaching behind to pull her perfect cheeks apart to reveal the tiny brown
pucker of her asshole. Inching her fingers forward, she pulled the hole
slightly open. It was all I needed, as I positioned the head of my cock at
the opening and pushed forward into her. I slammed hard into her ass a few
more times, then leaned over to grab the big tits hanging down from her
chest.
"Come, Barbie," I commanded as I felt my semen rising. I drove my cock
one last time deep into her bowels and squeezed tight on her huge breasts.
The dollgirl shrieked violently and her body shook as the pent-up orgasm
shot through her and my sperm shot into her. Her arms and legs turned
rubbery and collapsed and I fell atop her, still shooting into her ass.
When I looked up, I saw Beth lying languidly next to an exhausted GI
Joe. "Not bad against Arab terrorists, but he poops out after just one
little fuck," she giggled, lifting his flaccid cock and letting it flop
down wetly against his belly. "But he was good while he lasted."
"For a party that started out pretty dull," I remarked, "this turned out
okay."
Beth nodded agreement, looking about to see if there were any other
possibilities, but apparently deciding she'd had enough.
I agreed. "Hey, honey," I said to Chris, "you ready to go home?"
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