Nude Lipstick Red

"Do I look good?" She looks at her reflection. She looks good.

"Is this too much?" She jumps a little, letting her short skirt float with each tiny hop. Yes, it is too much, and you can see everything, but that is the point, isn't it? She loves the feeling of no clothing constraining her barely covered bottom. Not feeling even the smallest strings of the thongs she likes to wear makes her smile. Going for the slutty witch outfit rather than the vampire one wasn't an easy choice. Being honest, both costumes were as ordinary as they could be, but that didn't make the choice any easier.

"Bring that witchy costume of yours, come to the party, it will be fun!" "You always tell me that you are bored, that you want new experiences, that your boyfriend couldn't give you what you wanted, this is the time to explore these things!" Indeed, Jonathan was right. Since the break-up, she had been accumulating all kinds of weird sex toys, kinks and fantasies and was starting to behave like a total sex-deprived nymph in the safety of her own bed. Trying to fix that at a public party seemed like a good idea then.

"I can't believe I said yes". She is nervous.

She puts the red lipstick back into the drawer. It's expensive, waterproof and guaranteed to stick no matter what. Written in shiny pink letters, the packaging says "Ideal for naughty girls. Lasts a whole eternity!"

"For-naugh-ty-girls!" She reads out loud while lifting herself up and down, carrying her hips along and raising her skirt a bit now and then, feeling the faint breeze caused by her own movement. She is loving this.

A kiss in the mirror leaves no trace: it works. She fetches the little box of contraceptive pills, feeling the cluster and freeing the pill from its aluminium prison. She had been taking them for two weeks already and felt a little rush of blood every time she swallowed one, fantasising of all the things that little pill would allow her to feel.

"The only conditions are: you can't invite anybody else, as it's your first time. You need to send a document signed by a doctor that guarantees you are clean. We all must do that to be able to play raw." And he smiled. Jonathan and I used to be together, weren't together anymore except for some nights when we were. It sounds complicated, but it really isn't. "I will see you there! Because you'll come, right?"

"Yes".

"Welcome, Sally! You look absolutely fantastic. Come on in!"

That was Jonathan greeting me. He wasn't wearing any special costume at all, just his normal clothes. "Hey! You didn't dress up!" and it was then that he smiled and showed me his fake fangs. Oh, ok, a vampire. And I thought I hadn't put in enough effort. He bent down and kissed my neck for an uncomfortable amount of time. "You finished?" Oh yes, sorry, got too into character.

"Please, have a seat, get comfy! Here, have a drink. This is a special mix they've prepared specially for us. They've told me it'll loosen us up." The drink was something red, wine-based, and we swallowed the whole cup in one sip. It was sweet, aromatic and definitely alcoholic. We both were nervous and needed that. As I was starting to feel the effects of the drink in my body, the rest of the guests started appearing. It looked like a normal party, at least until people started undressing. It felt surprisingly easy to start kissing in the middle of a sentence, go down, untie their trousers and start any kind of sexual adventure you wanted to start.

So, I was talking to Jonathan when somebody noticed the special feature of my costume -- that one about absolutely no underwear, if you remember -- probably because I had been lubricating for a very long time watching a girl taking 3 boys behind Jonathan's shoulders. I'm sure my inner thighs must have definitely been shiny with my own lubrication. I was afraid, and my body was screaming for sex, so this man in his thirties decided to come and actually listen. He interrupted the conversation to introduce himself and to let me know what was going on down there. Jonathan smiled and left, leaving me alone with him. He had a really strong build but wasn't wearing any costume either. Great, I guess nobody was here for the actual Halloween cosplays.

"Can I kiss your lips?"

And I, someone who had been playing the perfect daughter for her whole life, doing all the homework, obeying all the rules, hiding my desires. I, the one who had been so shy and unsure with her first and only boyfriend about any kind of sexual request he had. I was, right now, opening myself and letting go. This way, he started kissing my lips, and not the ones I thought he was referring to, but the ones I was hoping he meant. He was a good lip kisser, I must say, and it didn't take him long to start playing with my clit and fingering me. I pulled his hair so he looked at me, and he understood. We went somewhere more comfortable, placed me gently on the couch, unzipped his belt and released himself.

And that is how the night started. To be honest, it's hard to tell how many bodies I shared mine with. If I close my eyes thinking of that night, what comes to mind from that first encounter is how huge all his features were, especially his cock. He was definitely too big for me, but he knew that, and he was gentle. I tried to put him in my mouth, but I couldn't get past the tip as I felt he could dislocate my jaw if I tried to push myself too hard. He seemed to like me licking him like one would lick the top of an ice cream and receiving a two-handed blowjob, so I kept doing it until he was about to cum. But then he stopped: "You are amazing, but I'm not here just for you", and he left me there, just like that.

I felt very hurt and rejected at the moment. Was that a normal thing? Every other time I had sex, you finished with the same person. Of course, it's not that you had a chance of changing partners midway when there are only two of you there, and I guess if he had come right into my mouth as he was about to, it would have been the end of pleasure for him for a while, whilst I would have immediately swallowed his cum and gone for another experience, so it all made sense.

And while I was having these thoughts, I must have felt very comfortable because I started fingering myself and playing with my tits without realising. A small crowd had gathered around me, and some men approached me and started jerking off at my sight. From time to time somebody came and stole some of my admirers for their own purposes. I was enjoying the show when this nice-looking girl approached me and lifted her top in front of me, leaving her perfectly round breasts in front of me to do as I pleased. She was dressed as a cheerleader, not very Halloweeny, but at least she wasn't another fucking vampire. I took her gesture as an invitation, and we started making out in front of our audience. I think they were hoping for a lick or two now and then, but we girls were too busy with each other to pay any attention to them.

It was my first time with a girl, and it turns out that I love pussy. The way it looks, the way it smells, the way it feels against my lips, the way it tastes, the way it stretches to welcome my fingers. I've always found some girls very cute and fantasised about being with them, but I never pulled that thread beyond that thought. And, intoxicated with pussy, I only wanted more of her. I think there isn't a single fold of her body that remained unexplored, and studying her curves I learnt among her moans that her name was Maria. It was an amazing experience.

After a while, one of the men who were circling us approached us shyly, and as we had already satisfied each other multiple times, we let him in. Maria decided to please him with her mouth, and he didn't last long. Cum at first contact. We laughed and shared his cum with a kiss.

But something happened during that kiss. Our lips touched, our mouths opened, and our tongues met. She had this characteristic male taste on her, which I kept stealing bit by bit every time our mouths closed to swallow a bit of each other. But during this long kiss, I noticed she was different. And when she asked me the question, I said yes. "It will happen soon, love", and she left me, grabbing on her way the hand of another girl that was there watching us, probably to charm her the same way as she had charmed me.

Now I was there, alone, feeling the rush of my answer, surrounded by several men. They all asked to join me. And this time I said yes.

I was nervous, but they were all very nice and attentive, and not forceful at all. One of the many kinks I had toyed with during the last year was fitting in as many dildos as possible and fantasising about pleasing as many men as possible at once while still being in control. I had been training myself for this moment, but I was expecting it to be really rough. This wasn't porn, though, and they didn't force their cocks on me. They were gentle, tapping their desired hole of choice as if asking permission, and only coming forward if granted. It was crazy to see myself in the mirrors surrounding me being double-penetrated with one cock in each hand and eating one or even two more sometimes.

And when they finished and ejaculated, another one appeared as a replacement. Both my butt and my pussy were overflowing with streams of semen, turning into little streams of cum running down my curves, through my thighs, into the ground. The last man's cum was the next man's lube, and girl, they did cum fast. They had all been jerking off for a long time before reaching me, so they burst into pleasure at the slightest contact with any part of my body. There was this point in which I stopped swallowing the cum because I loved the feeling of it overflowing through the corner of my lips down my chin into my breasts in constant motion due to the continuous pounding I was receiving, as well as the silky and smooth feeling it gave to the next cock that decided to explore my mouth and find my tongue and my throat.

I don't know how long I was there fucking, but it felt like hours. My whole body ached and both my anus and pussy felt raw. I don't know how many times I had cum, but I still felt unsatisfied. I was starting to feel like there was something wrong with me when suddenly a feminine hand clasped my neck very tightly. It was Maria, approaching me from behind, tightening her grip, whispering in my ear words I couldn't understand but that calmed me down. I was in total peace, suddenly realising that all the semen of all those different men was now inside me, being mixed deep into my body. That thought turned me on like nothing ever before and, mixed with the lack of oxygen and the constant pounding I was submitting to, crystallised into the purest form of raw, freeing pleasure that I had ever experienced. But my body convulsing in all directions in a continuous chain of orgasms didn't make the hold against my neck turn loose, and my exhausted arms didn't have the strength to free myself. I was a prisoner of those soothing hands and started to lose peripheral vision, but I felt safe. This was my choice after all.

Maria, what a beautiful girl, placed herself in front of me. She was smiling and had blood all over her mouth, running down her body. I looked right behind her where she had been fucking before and saw the limp body of Jonathan there, covered in blood. It made me smile: it had started, and it seemed that he had said yes too. I was still on my fours, being continuously penetrated, while she lifted her arm, carrying my upper body up in the air through my neck. I was hanging there in the air by her incredible force when my vision turned completely black. I couldn't see, I couldn't hear. I could barely feel, and it was then when I felt it: a razor-sharp kiss that lasted a very long time. All my senses were numb, but I could still feel the warm, thick stream of my life being slowly sucked away from my body, and some of it crawling down my skin, finding its way around my breasts and searching its way down my pubis, mixing itself with all kinds of other fluids and continuing its journey down my inner thigh until it reached the end of its cursed journey on the ground, drop by drop, for the rest of eternity.