Lust, Lies & Halloween Nights

Halloween at Delta Phi Epsilon party

It was a chilly October night in the middle of suburban Massachusetts, and Tyler was standing in front of the mirror in his girlfriend's bedroom, fidgeting with his costume. A second-hand vampire cape, a glued-on widow's peak, and some half-melted fangs he'd gotten from CVS. The costume looked cheap. He looked ridiculous.

"Christ," he muttered to himself. "More like Count Chump-ula."

From behind, soft hands snaked around his waist. "Oh stop it, babe. You look adorable," cooed Chloe, her voice sugary and playful, yet with that teasing edge she always had.

Tyler turned around and nearly forgot his name.

Chloe was dressed like some wicked hybrid of a naughty nurse and something out of a bondage catalog. Tight white vinyl top, open down to her navel. A skirt the size of a belt. Stockings with red bows and knee-high boots with eight-inch heels. Her lips were blood red, her eyes rimmed in black. She looked like sex and sin had made a pact and given it legs.

"You're going to cause an incident," Tyler said, unable to stop staring.

Chloe gave him a wink and purred, "That's kind of the point, babe. Everyone's dressing slutty tonight. Don't want to be the only virgin sacrifice in the room."

She slid her hand down his chest, and before Tyler could protest, she was cupping him through his boxers, rubbing slowly.

"Be good tonight," she whispered into his ear, "and I'll give you a reason to wear that cape in bed later."

Tyler groaned. "You fight dirty."

"You like it."

~ The Party Begins ~

By the time they got downstairs, the party was in full swing. The Delta Phi Epsilon house pulsed with lights and bass. Music was thumping, alcohol was flowing, and clothes or what passed for them were minimal at best.

Chloe had barely made it five steps into the room before she let out a delighted squeal and darted across the floor.

"Oh my god Stefan!" she shouted.

Tyler turned to see who she meant. Standing by the drink table was a tall, lean guy with a nice beard, long fingers wrapped around a red Solo cup, and that quietly smoldering vibe girls always seemed to sense like pheromones. Dressed in a devil costume red horns, tight black pants, and a half-unbuttoned shirt that barely contained his sculpted chest Stefan looked like the kind of guy who made priests sweat.

He was an exchange student from Serbia, here for one semester to "observe American culture." If by culture, he meant blonde college girls throwing themselves at him, he'd done just fine.

Chloe hugged him tightly, pressing her chest against his bare skin. He smiled slow, unreadable, magnetic.

"Chloe," he said with a thick accent, "You look... dangerously good."

She giggled and tossed her hair. "Tyler and I are doing a vampire theme."

Stefan's eyes flicked over to Tyler. His smirk twitched wider. "Ah, yes. Dracula's... cousin?"

Tyler gave a tight smile, already hating him.

The party raged on. Chloe was drinking and dancing and bouncing between cliques like the social butterfly she was. Tyler, meanwhile, tried his best to blend in with the frat guys near the beer pong table.

"Yo, isn't that your girl grinding on foreign dude over there?" one of the guys asked.

Tyler turned.

Chloe was swaying to the music, back pressed against Stefan's chest, arms overhead. He had one hand resting low on her hip. She was laughing, careless and drunk.

"She's just dancing," Tyler said, not believing a word of it.

Another guy elbowed him. "Bro, Stefan doesn't dance. That man hunts. He's been through half the girls in this sorority. Chloe better watch herself."

Tyler's stomach churned.

Suddenly, Mia appeared beside him. Chloe's roommate, barely five feet tall but dressed like Satan's plaything in devil horns, latex shorts, and red fishnets.

"Tyler! Can you help me with the beer crates? The basement fridge is empty."

He tried to refuse, but she was already tugging at his wrist. "Come on, vamp"

Reluctantly, he followed her down the narrow stairwell. As they grabbed cases of hard seltzer and craft beer, Tyler asked, "Hey... what's the deal with Stefan? Is he like... close with Chloe?"

Mia smirked. "Mmm, I think Stefan's close with everyone. But Chloe? She's had her eyes on him since his first day on campus. Said he looks like he'd ruin her and not feel bad about it."

Tyler blinked. "That's... not comforting."

Mia handed him a case and gave him a pat on the chest. "You'll be fine, Tyler. Just don't go into the kitchen right now."

"Why not?"

She only grinned and walked away.

~ In the Kitchen ~

Chloe locked the door behind them.

The kitchen lights were low, the rest of the party muffled behind the thick door. She turned around to find Stefan leaning casually against the counter, devil horns askew, his dark eyes locked on her.

"So," she said, swaying slightly from the alcohol. "Is it true what they say?"

He tilted his head. "About what?"

"That you're hung like a stallion and fuck like you're still at war."

He gave a soft chuckle, then slowly undid the button on his pants. "Why don't you come and find out?"

She dropped to her knees the moment his cock sprang free.

Massive. Thick. Uncut. White and veiny. It looked more like something you'd see on a monster than a man. Chloe gasped, genuinely startled, then reached out with both hands just to manage the thing. It twitched in her grip.

"My god..."

"No," Stefan said coolly. "Just Serbian."

Her lips wrapped around the head, struggling to contain it. Her jaw ached almost immediately, but she didn't stop. Saliva dripped from her chin as she gagged softly, her throat clenching and fluttering around the crown of his cock.

Stefan placed a hand gently on the back of her head. "Easy. You're not in America anymore."

She moaned in response.

Upstairs, Tyler pushed open the kitchen door with his foot, holding a heavy crate.

Inside, he saw Stefan standing near the counter, pants slightly lowered, cape fluttering. No Chloe in sight.

"Hey," Tyler said suspiciously. "You seen Chloe?"

Stefan turned his head, perfectly composed. "She went to find cups."

Tyler blinked. "In here?"

Stefan calmly reached for the cabinet above him, but Chloe's presence beneath his cape made it difficult. She was gagging softly, tears streaking her mascara, her face buried in his crotch. Stefan took a half-step forward, his cock slipping deeper into her throat, forcing her into the cabinet.

He stretched upward and grabbed a plastic cup, then turned and handed it to Tyler. "Here. For your beer."

Tyler hesitated, took the cup, then walked out.

Stefan looked down.

Chloe was trembling, fingernails digging into his thighs. He groaned as her moans vibrated along the base of his shaft.

"Good little nurse," he whispered.

Moments later, his cock pulsed. Thick ropes of cum shot down her throat in heavy, savage bursts. She choked, but he held her still. Again. Again. Her belly grew heavy, full. She gagged but he kept unloading, filling her until her mouth was overflowing dripping down her chin.

When it was finally done, she collapsed to the floor, panting, face glazed with spit and cum. Her legs shook. She was cumming too uncontrollably, soaked between the thighs.

Stefan tucked himself away, adjusted his horns, and picked her up with ease.

He whispered into her ear as he carried her upstairs, "You're mine now, mala fufice."

Tyler couldn't find Chloe for some time now he looked everywhere at the party.

But he'd remember the look in Stefan's eyes calm, cold, and utterly in control he find it somewhat sus.

"Because sometimes the devil you don't know is the one already fucking your girlfriend behind a locked door".

The party was still going strong. Costumes were damp with sweat, music pounded like a heartbeat through the floor, and everywhere people were either dancing, drinking, or disappearing into dark corners of the sorority house.

Chloe had freshened up in the bathroom after her intense "snack break" with Stefan, washing her face and reapplying her lipstick like nothing had happened. Her thighs still quivered slightly when she walked, her pussy still sensitive from the face fucking she'd taken on her knees. But the lust hadn't left her it was simmering just under the surface, pulsing with each beat of the music.

She spotted Tyler by the drink table again. He looked tired, maybe a little lost, but he perked up when he saw her. Chloe slid up beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist like she hadn't just had her throat fucked full by another man twenty minutes ago.

"Hey, you," she purred.

Tyler smiled, relaxing a little. "There you are. Been looking all over."

She giggled. "Well, I'm here now. Dance with me."

She pulled him toward the makeshift dancefloor in the living room. The lights were low and flickering, people grinding and gyrating all around them. Chloe pressed her back against Tyler's chest and rolled her hips in slow circles, moaning softly. Tyler thought she was getting turned on by the dancing he had no idea her soaked panties had nothing to do with him.

Her heart pounded, her body still greedy. One round with Stefan hadn't been enough. She needed more. But first, she had to handle a little problem.

The Deal

Chloe saw Mia dancing near her so she slowly started moving in her direction while dancing.

Chloe whispered into Mia's ear as they danced near the edge of the room.

"I need one more round with Stefan. I can't help it."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Tyler's literally here."

Chloe smirked. "That's where you come in."

"Oh?" Mia said, intrigued.

Chloe leaned in, voice low and wicked. "Make a deal with you. You distract Tyler. Keep him busy. Get him off. I'll do your midterms and all your homework this semester. Straight A's, no questions asked."

Mia laughed. "That's quite the bribe."

Chloe licked her lips. "You've always had a thing for him, haven't you?"

Mia's expression froze just a little, then she slowly smiled. "... Fine. But if get to have some fun him.... and by that i mean i can do whatever i want to your boyfriend.... we're even."

"Deal."

Chloe kissed her on the cheek without thinking what that brings and vanished into the shadows, already seeking out her devil costumed Stefan.

The Seduction

Mia found Tyler sipping a beer near the back door. She sidled up next to him, all hips and red leather, devil tail swishing behind her.

"You okay?" she asked sweetly. "You looked a little down earlier."

Tyler shrugged. "Just tired. These parties aren't really my scene."

She smiled and gently brushed a hand over his arm. "You're way too cute to be hiding in the corner."

Tyler chuckled awkwardly, then looked down when Mia leaned against him. Her boobs practically spilled out of her top, and he tried not to stare but Mia wanted him to stare.

"I think you just need to relax," she said, placing a hand on his chest. "Come with me."

She pulled him into the hallway, then into the guest bathroom. It was dimly lit, the door locking with a satisfying click.

"Mia, what are we doing?" he asked nervously.

She stepped closer, pressing her petite frame against his. "You're stressed. Let me help."

She kissed him soft at first, then hotter, deeper. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and her fingers reached down, undoing his pants. Tyler's mind spun. It felt wrong, but... it felt good.

When she dropped to her knees and pulled his cock out, he couldn't stop her.

Mia licked her lips. "I've wanted to do this since freshman year."

And then her mouth wrapped around him.

Meanwhile, Upstairs

Chloe had found Stefan in the hallway, his shirt half-unbuttoned, sipping vodka like it was water.

She didn't say a word. She grabbed him by the belt and yanked him into one of the upstairs bedrooms, shutting the door behind them.

The second it clicked shut, her lips were on his, tongue urgent and hungry.

"You came back," he murmured into her mouth.

"I'm not done with you yet," she panted, already undoing his pants. "And I'm not leaving until you ruin me."

Stefan growled and spun her around, bending her over the bed. Her skirt was flipped up, panties soaked and clinging to her pussy. He tore them off, shoved them in his pocket, and lined himself up behind her.

With one brutal thrust, he was buried deep inside.

Two Rooms, One Sin

Downstairs, Mia was bobbing her head fast, saliva dripping onto her hand as she jerked Tyler's cock while sucking him deep.

Upstairs, Chloe had her face buried in the mattress, screaming into the pillow as Stefan fucked her raw, each thrust slamming her body forward.

Tyler started to groan. "F-fuck... Mia, I'm close..."

Mia didn't stop. If anything, she sped up. She could hear the faint rhythm of the bed hitting the wall upstairs. The moaning, the wet smacking sounds. She knew who it was. She knew it was Chloe getting destroyed.

But a deal was a deal.

She popped Tyler's cock out of her mouth and stroked him while licking the tip. "Come on, baby. Cum for me."

Chloe, at that exact moment, screamed into the mattress, "FUCK ME HARDER, STEFAN!"

Tyler's eyes widened. "Did you hear that? That sounded like..."

"Nope," Mia cut in quickly, wrapping her lips around him again. "Just some drunk girl probably, don't worry."

Tyler moaned, then gasped as his orgasm hit. His cock throbbed and Mia let him unload in her mouth, swallowing quickly before pulling back with a wicked grin.

"Good boy."

Upstairs, Chloe collapsed on the bed, thighs shaking, pussy dripping with Stefan's thick, warm load. Her makeup was ruined, her hair a mess, her body trembling from the most intense sex of her life.

She looked at Stefan, who was already zipping up. "That was..."

"I know," he said calmly.

They left the room quietly.

Downstairs, Mia helped Tyler clean up and kissed him again playful and light.

Chloe and Stefan descended the stairs at the same time. As if fate timed it.

All four of them met in the hallway. It was quiet. Tense.

Tyler looked at Chloe. Chloe looked at him.

They both knew.

Mia winked at Tyler. "See you soon, cutie."

Stefan turned to Mia. "Drink?"

She smirked. "Thought you'd never ask."

Chloe leaned into Tyler and whispered, "Let's go dance before we head home, okay?"

Tyler nodded.

In that moment, Chloe felt her heart settle. He'd cheated. She had too. Balance, in its own fucked-up way, had been restored. No one had the right to judge the other.

They danced in silence. The night finally winding down.

The next morning.

Sunlight leaked through the cracks of the blinds in Chloe's bedroom. Dust particles danced lazily in the golden beam stretching across the hardwood floor, and the muffled thump of someone walking downstairs hinted that the party had officially died sometime before dawn.

Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, pants still half-on from the night before. His face was pale, his eyes puffy. He was replaying everything from the party in slow motion every drink, every dance, every second in that bathroom with Mia. Her lips. Her tongue. And those damn moans from the other room...

Chloe emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie and panties. No makeup. Hair a mess. Yet somehow, she looked more dangerous now than she had the night before.

Her eyes landed on him instantly.

"Morning," she said quietly, walking over and sitting beside him.

He looked at her. "Morning."

A beat passed between them. Heavy. Hanging.

They both knew.

Chloe was the first to speak. "So... are we gonna talk about it?"

Tyler swallowed. "Talk about what?"

She tilted her head at him, unimpressed. "Mia. I saw you."

His eyes widened slightly.

"In the bathroom," she continued. "Her mouth was full, and you didn't exactly look like you were trying to stop her."

He looked down, guilt surging through him like a rising tide. "Chloe... I didn't she pulled me in, and I was drunk. I didn't want to... but I let her. I'm sorry."

She didn't answer immediately. Then she turned toward him, legs crossed, one hand resting casually on his thigh.

"Well," she said, voice slow and cool, "that explains a lot."

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

She exhaled and looked at him dead in the eyes. "I fucked Stefan."

Tyler's face drained of all color.

Chloe continued, her voice sharper now. "I saw you with Mia. Her mouth on your dick. And I was pissed. I stormed off to get away from it and guess who I ran into upstairs?"

His lips parted, breath catching. "No..."

"Oh yes," she said, almost playfully now. "I don't know if it was the anger or the alcohol, or both, but the moment he touched me? I needed to feel something. Anything. So I let him fuck me. Or maybe I should say he fucked the hell out of me."

Tyler went quiet. Frozen.

Her words echoed. Fucked the hell out of me.

A chill rolled down his spine. Somewhere in his brain, something clicked. The muffled moans from the other room last night the high-pitched whimpers, the creaking bed, the wet smacks. He knew those sounds. He'd convinced himself it was just party noise... and Mia even said it was some random girl but now? Now the pieces aligned.

His heart pounded.

And yet... his cock was swelling. Slowly but undeniably rising under the fabric of his briefs.

Chloe saw it.

She stared down, wide-eyed, and then looked back at him.

"Wait," she whispered. "Are you getting hard right now? WTF"

He stammered. "N-no I... it's not what you think"

"You're getting a fucking boner while I tell you about how I got railed by Stefan?"

Tyler covered his lap, mortified. "I maybe it's just the idea I don't know. God, what's wrong with me?"

Chloe stared, then slowly smiled. Her eyes darkened.

"Oh my God. You liked it."

He shook his head. "No Chloe, I swear"

She leaned in close, lips brushing his ear. "You liked the thought of my tight pussy stretched around his fat cock. Didn't you?"

His breath hitched. "Chloe stop"

She ran a hand down his stomach and slipped it under the waistband of his briefs. "Did Mia suck your dick really good, huh? Since you cheated... I bet she made you moan."

Tyler's voice was barely a whisper. "I'm sorry... I didn't want it... but yeah. I liked it. I was horny and drunk and... and I guess the sounds from the other room made it even worse."

She giggled softly, finding his cock fully hard in her palm now.

"Ohhh, baby. You heard me, didn't you? You heard me moaning while Stefan pounded me like I was his toy. That's what really got you off."

He groaned.

She pulled his cock out slowly, stroking it with one hand while kissing along his jawline. "Okay then... here's your reward."

And before he could say a word, she dropped to her knees between his thighs, cock in hand.

"But," she whispered, licking the shaft from base to tip, "I want you to imagine it's Mia sucking your dick right now and not me."

Tyler whimpered.

Chloe wrapped her lips around the head and began sucking slow, messy, and deep. Her tongue rolled under the shaft as she pumped with her hand, moaning like Mia might have, letting spit trail from her lips as she pulled back and whispered dirty things.

"Mmm... she tasted you, didn't she?"

"I bet she gagged a little on this dick."

"I bet her throat was so tight."

He grunted, hips twitching. "Fuck, Chloe..."

She looked up at him, eyes blazing. "That's it. Cum for Mia."

Just before he exploded, she stopped. Mouth off, hand gone.

He gasped. "Wha--Chloe?!"

She stood up, licking her lips.

"Not so fast, baby boy. You don't get to cum yet."

She stepped behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and kissing his neck from behind. One hand snaked down to jerk him slowly.

"You want to know what Stefan did to me?"

Tyler was panting, his cock throbbing in her grip.

"He bent me over the bed and yanked my panties off. Said he'd been thinking about my pussy since the first day we met."

Her hand moved faster.

"Then he shoved his big, thick cock inside me, all at once. No warning. I screamed into the mattress."

Tyler's eyes fluttered.

"He fucked me like he wanted to break me. My legs were shaking, my throat was raw from moaning. He owned me."

"F-fuck..."

"Every time he slammed into me, I could feel him in my stomach. I couldn't help it. I came, over and over. I soaked the sheets. He didn't stop. He just kept fucking me harder."

She kissed his neck again and whispered: "Now imagine his cock cumming all over me like you did cum for Mia. Imagine you're cumming for the same reason he did. That's what Mia did to you and that's what he did to me."

Tyler groaned loud, desperate. His cock pulsed in her grip, and he came hard, jets shooting over the floor and her hand as he gasped and writhed.

Chloe watched, mesmerized, her panties soaked.

She laughed softly. "Good boy."

Tyler collapsed backward on the bed, catching his breath. Chloe climbed onto the mattress and straddled his face.

"Your turn," she said, smirking. "I made you cum with Mia in your head. Now make me cum with Stefan in my head."

He didn't hesitate.

He grabbed her thighs, spread them wide, and dove into her soaked pussy with a hunger he hadn't known he had. His tongue lapped at her folds, teased her clit, and pushed deep as she moaned above him.

"Fuck... yes... just like that..."

She grinded on his face, the pleasure spiking from everything they'd just confessed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, and she threw her head back.

"I can't believe you came thinking about him... and I loved it."

Tyler groaned into her pussy.

Chloe trembled.

"Oh fuck... I'm gonna gonna"

Her orgasm tore through her like a lightning strike. She screamed into the room, hips bucking, thighs clamping down on Tyler's face as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her body.

She collapsed forward, panting, hair a wild mess.

Tyler pulled back, lips shiny, face flushed.

They lay there in silence, both staring at the ceiling.

After a while, Chloe giggled.

Tyler turned his head. "What?"

She grinned. "You think we just discovered something fucked up... that we actually like?"

Tyler laughed breathlessly. "I think we did."

Chloe stretched, still naked. "Who knows? Maybe one day... we'll actually do it for real."

He raised a brow. "You mean... like, really share/swap?"

She rolled onto her side and whispered, "Maybe."

They both smiled.

Neither said another word.

But they were both imagining the same thing.