Horny Ghost Makes Costumes Real

~~~ Story Notes ~~~

This one-shot story is an entry in the 2026 Halloween "Costume" Contest.

Everyone having sex or watching sex take place in this work of fiction is old enough to do so - regardless of their current place of residence, socio-economic class, or immigration status. All of the standard caveats apply. No mimes were intentionally harmed in the making of this erotica.

Thanks for reading!

~~~ Prologue ~~~

I had been looking forward to our annual Halloween get-together more this year than ever before. Apparently, everyone else in the group had been as well - because we'd been talking about costume ideas for what seemed like months.

Maria Rodriguez's birthday was on Halloween. For the last three years, she had invited all of us with birthdays before hers out to her place for a costume party. There was a couple dozen people in our class with birthdays that fell between the start of the school year and the big holiday. Other than one or two of the students who had just moved in, we'd all been together forever, so we all knew each other's birthdays.

By the start of school - our senior year - Maria was already talking up this year's birthday celebration. She also let it be known that she had spent a healthy sum of Daddy's money to buy a Black Widow costume that would have made Scarlett Johansson jealous. The current rumor was that the costume had actually been used by the actress.

As soon as I knew what Maria was dressing as, I (of course) decided that I wanted to be the Incredible Hulk. I didn't truly think I had a chance with Maria but - with this being our last year in high school together - and both being 18 - I had to try, right? The only thing was that I'd heard that Brad Martin was planning to come to the party as Hulk as well. At that point, I was trying to decide if I could out-dress him - or if I should just give the idea up as being hopeless. I didn't want a fight with Brad - and I figured that he'd be unlikely to back down without one. I began to second-guess my plans.

My birthday was the first day of October. Maria would turn 18 at the end of the month - on Halloween.

By the time my birthday arrived, on October first, Maria was fit to be tied. Daddy had just been notified that he was being moved to a sales region that was under-performing compared to those around it. By the time Maria's birthday rolled around, she would be enrolled in a new school.

Within a week of most of us hearing the news, she had already withdrawn from our school and was living in a hotel near the house that her father had purchased. Once they closed on the property, they would vacate their old home. In the meantime, Maria was trying to get settled into her new school while already being a month into her senior year in a place where she knew almost no one. I actually felt badly for her. I also decided that the green body paint that I had already bought was going back to the store. It had been more expensive than I had wanted to pay and I would likely need that money to invest in whatever costume that I selected instead.

I wandered the aisles of the Halloween superstore with my newly-restored wealth already burning a hole in my pocket.

Mowing season was winding down and the money that I had available to spend on my Halloween costume was pretty limited. In years past, I had just thrown together something from the stuff that we already had at home. This year, I had hoped to do something a little more professional. Maria's untimely departure had, of course, thrown those initial plans into the dumpster. There was no way I was going to the party dressed like the Incredible Hulk if none of the other Avengers were going to be there.

As soon as Maria had left school, the girls in our little Halloween group had put their heads together to figure out where we were holding the party instead. A few of them had houses that were nice enough to host it but - for one reason or another - those locations were not available.

When Brad had suggested the dilapidated mansion that was sitting along the road on the old Weatherby estate at the edge of town, everyone had quickly agreed that would be perfect. One or two of the girls expressed concerns about us getting into trouble for being there but Brad and Nathan said that they'd snuck in there a few times and nobody had said anything to them about it.

I was, admittedly, curious about the place. I didn't believe in ghosts but supposedly the old place was haunted. When I saw Brad in the hallway, I asked him about it. He said that he and Nathan had gone in there with GoPro cameras that were supposed to pick up heat signatures and infrared and other stuff. He told me that they never found anything.

With a week left before Halloween, I still hadn't decided what I was going to dress up as. Brad had informed us that he would not be attending. He'd gotten an invitation to go somewhere else. The rumors among the group were that he was going out with Maria. I had considered asking him if it was true. I decided that I really didn't want to know.

I searched through the Halloween stuff that was stored in the garage, looking for ideas. Nothing was really jumping out at me. When I'd walked the aisles at the Halloween store, nothing there had appealed to me either.

I sealed the last tote up and grabbed the next one. It wasn't labeled. Inside, I found a mishmash of tubing, wiring, and a bunch of other junk. It looked like stuff leftover from when we'd had the big salt-water aquarium - back before all of the gorgeous fish had died and Dad had decided to try a different hobby.

I emptied the massive tote out onto the garage floor. The miscellaneous crap in the tote had kind of a steampunk vibe to it and I just needed to figure out what I could make from it. As the contents spilled out and scattered across the floor, a couple steel rods landed with some netting and some tubing and my mind saw a pair of wings.

What could I make with steampunk wings for a guy to wear? I didn't want to be a fairy. That had all of the wrong connotations. I was certain to get shit about that. I also wanted something that might actually manage to convince one of the females to help me lose my V-card. It was a long-shot, admittedly. None of the girls in our little "club" had shown much interest in me in the past. Neither had any of the rest of the girls in our class. Obviously, part of the problem was that - at least up to that point - I hadn't pursued any of them either.

Originally, I had wanted to focus on my studies. Then, it was just kind of the way things went. Now that we were coming to the end of our time together, though, I was starting to think that it was time to try a little harder. Several of the girls in the Halloween group were of interest to me. All of them were attractive. Most of them were available. I knew a little about each of them - but not enough really to settle into a committed relationship. I really just needed to start dating. The problem with that, of course, was that my summer mowing jobs were wrapping up and dates were going to be limited to something stupid like a walk in the park.

Since the wings were already coming together in my mind, I started setting the pieces that looked like they would work side-by-side to try to see what made the wings look like they should. When I finished them, I went to the bathroom, held them against the backs of my shoulders, and tried to imagine what costume would go with the wings.

What costume was likely to get me laid before the party was over - or at least gave me even the merest possibility of that happening...?

"Go big or go home," I told myself - at least that's what they always said.

Incubus. Male sex demon.

The wings actually fit what I had in mind. A steampunk sex-demon.

I went back to the garage and started throwing shit around until I found some copper pipe fittings that I decided would make excellent horns. I used some of the tubing from the fishtank with the connectors. I got the snippers and cut them to fit my head - to make a headpiece that would hold the horns. I added a pair of welder's goggles to sit on my head above my face as well.

I went to my room, found a black T-shirt that I could cut up, and grabbed a pair of scissors. I made myself a cutoff, sleeveless thing that barely covered my upper chest. I added ropes, chains, and tubing to make something that worked as a choker collar - along with a harness for my chest that went over the shirt.

I grabbed a toolbelt and added whatever items to it that went with the whole steampunk look. A wiener fork (stolen from the camping supplies) became my scepter/wand/whatever.

I stepped back to look at what I had and then started adding more chains, tubing, leather, pocket watches, gauges, dials, keys, gears,... anything that looked like it would work.

I decided that what I had would work for the waist and above. Now, I just needed to figure out what to wear down below. Without going shopping, my choices were limited. I dug through some of Dad's old shit and came up with a pair of black, steel-toed boots. The next choice was whether to lean into the sex-demon side or the steampunk side for my pants.

I threw clothes and remnants of this and that together. I ended up with a black Speedo, netting that hung from the toolbelt, and a leather strap to wear as some kind of janky men's garter belt.

As much as I did not want my mother to see what I had come up with, I decided that I needed a second opinion. I also needed the opinion of a female - since that was my intended audience.

I put all of the shit on and then walked into the living room while Mom was working on dinner. I didn't announce myself. I didn't tell her what it was supposed to be. I just waited for her reaction. She finally noticed me - out of the corner of her eye - and turned to look at me.

"Oh, my, Darius!" she gasped. "That is... provocative."

"Does it work?" I asked. "Does anything look like it doesn't go together with the rest?"

"I... uh... no," she said, swallowing down a lump from her throat. "That looks like it might accomplish what you intend. It's a bit... intense."

Dad, of course, heard enough of the comments to come down the hallway from the den. He looked over the outfit, snickering. Being the analyst that he was, he began trying to tell me what each of the pieces were and where they'd come from.

"I'd lose the wiener fork," he suggested. "That seems out of character for the persona you've created. A machete would work better, I think - but that might get you arrested. Grab some copper tubing - or conduit maybe. Wrap it with Romex and electrical tape. Add a few odds and ends to it - and then maybe stick a pressure gauge on top."

"Thanks, Dad," I told him.

I headed back to the garage. I'd been a little uncomfortable with how closely Mom had looked at certain parts of the costume but - honestly - that was exactly the reaction that I had been looking for. I just needed Haley... or Carrie... or Filza... or any of the others to react that way.

As I worked on my new walking stick, staff, or whatever it was I was calling the thing, I began to get excited about the gathering. The latest discussion had been food. When we'd had the party at Maria's house, her folks had popped for most of the grub. I'd usually shown up with a 2-liter of soda and a bag of chips.

Brad had warned that the kitchen in this place was a wreck. When we'd talked about where to put the drinks and the snacks, nobody had a solution. I'd volunteered to bring a folding table that my family always took camping. I told the others that I could bring a few umbrella chairs as well. In the end, I volunteered to bring the table and four camp chairs. One or two others were bringing the rest of the chairs that we would need. Once that was taken care of, the girls switched to worrying about who had a Bluetooth speaker that would pump out the tunes so we could dance or whatever.

The only question left in my mind was the one that no one seemed to have an answer for - how long we were staying. The Halloween Club - or whatever we were called - generally met-up at seven o'clock. The party usually went until midnight.

This year, Halloween was on a Friday - which meant no worrying about getting up early the next morning. According to the calendar on my phone, it was also supposed to be a full moon. Midnight on Halloween - with a full moon - seemed like the perfect excuse to hang out in a haunted house or mansion.

According to Brad and anybody else we asked who had ever been in the place, none of them had been brave enough to stay there (or arrive there) at midnight. I started trying to see who was up for it. Personally, I planned to spend the night. I just wanted to know who else might be game. Most of the group seemed to be okay with staying until midnight. With a week to go before the party, only a few people had said that they were intending to stay there until morning. Fortunately for me, Haley Barrows and Carrie Boris were among those who wanted to try it. They were actually even talking it up as much as I was. On top of that, the two of them were dressing up like the two females from the Scooby Doo gang - Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley.

The two of them had bodies that were made for those costumes. Haley's red hair and slender waist made her perfect for Daphne. Carrie's bookworm looks, her dark hair, the bob-cut, and those glasses of hers already made her look like Velma. She really just needed to add the orange turtleneck sweater and the red pleated skirt.

As of Friday, at lunch, there were 23 of us coming to the party - 13 females and 10 males. That gave me better than even odds of hooking up with someone before the event was over. Although four of the girls were coming as couples, all of them had dated boys and still seemed to be interested in them.

Based on everyone that I'd talked to, the list of expected attendees was:

Couples:

* Tina Moon and Alex Chorrister - as Barbie and Ken

* Chloe Swede and Rex Green - as Catwoman and Joker

* Mandy Richmond and Josh Ferguson - as Lara Croft and Indiana Jones

* Jessica Fogerty and Malcolm Surliman - as a Playboy Bunny and Hugh Hefner

* Amy Stoker and Kyle Billings - as a vampire and the Grim Reaper

Unattached males:

* Nathan Fisk - as Neo from the Matrix

* Dalton Trucker - as Freddy Krueger

* Andrew Collins - as a zombie

* Rocky Marsack - as Napoleon Dynamite

* me - as a steampunk incubus

Unattached females:

* Haley Barrows and Carrie Boris - as Daphne and Velma from Scooby Doo

* Paisley Free and Brooke Stifle - as temptation (devil) and conscience (angel)

* Stella Reyes - as a nun

* Joanna Pendragon - as a witch

* Brylee Swift - as a fairy

* Filza Patel - as Pokémon Trainer Misty

Based on a few whispered conversations between members of the group, I wasn't the only one that was thinking that - since we were all 18 now - this party might get a little R-rated.

~~~ Halloween ~~~

I had all of my stuff packed into the car and was ready to head out. I walked from the hallway, into the front room, said goodbye to Mom and had turned to open the door to the garage when she called me to a stop.

"Darius," she said. "Aren't you supposed to be some kind of demon? Shouldn't you have a tail?"

I twisted my body around to look at the back of my toolbelt. There was nothing there. I quickly tried to think back through my various plans and my crafting. I could not remember ever even considering that I should have one. How could I have fucked that up?!

"Thanks, Mom!" I hollered, heading for the garage.

I started grabbing totes and ripping into them to find something that would work. I kept checking my phone. I was already late. Everybody was going to be wondering where I was with the table and the damned chairs!

I had just about given it up as a lost cause when my eyes fell on Dad's air tank - sitting in the corner of the garage. Perfect! I pitched all of the stray pieces of shit back in the totes and stored them away again. I walked over to the air compressor and studied the thing.

The main hose was far too long for what I wanted - but the short piece of hose that he used for airing up the tires - along with the little metal wand-thing - that would work perfectly. It had a quick-coupler on the end so that he could trade the air-chuck out for a different connector. I grabbed the thing, twisted it around, looped it through my belt, and then looked for a way to make it stay put.

I spotted the electrician's tape and quick-stepped to that part of the workbench to rip off a large enough piece of that to wrap the hose to itself and then loosely strap it to the back of the belt. I grabbed my conduit staff and jumped into the car. I was running a quarter of an hour behind schedule.

~~~

The others were already parked along the street in front of the old abandoned property. I had to park a block away.

Not wanting to make more than one trip, I strapped my sleeping bag to my back, grabbed the table in my left hand - along with my staff. I shoved my car keys in my pocket and grabbed the four chairs in my right hand. I was overloaded, but I was determined to make it.

By the time I got to the front door of the old mansion, I was worn out. I shoved the front door open with my toe. It swung freely on the hinges. It struck the front wall of the house and came back my way. Determined to get through before the space became too small for me to fit, I lifted everything off of the floor and hustled through the open doorway.

As soon as I stepped foot inside of the place, the air felt colder. I dropped everything that I was holding. My staff tumbled to the floor with the table but I didn't care. I wanted the weight off. I reached behind me, grabbed the sleeping bag, and was holding it in my hands - looking for where to throw it - when a ghost girl came floating my direction.

"Finally!" she gasped.

I considered keeping hold of the rolled-up sleeping bag - but decided that it offered almost no protection against a spectral opponent. I tossed it aside - freeing my hands to... What was I going to do? Fight this thing with my bare hands?

The ghost came closer and then circled around me, checking me out.

"I don't understand what most of the others are supposed to be," she said. "One or two of them make sense. I'm not certain why a nun would attend a Halloween party but, then, who am I to judge."

When she circled back to stand in front of me, I got a closer look at her. Even though she seemed to only be semi-solid, I found myself attracted to her. I had just started to ask myself how horny I really was when she moved into my personal space.

As my breath caught in my throat, I noticed that her nipples were visible through her billowing, gauzy garments. As soon as I noticed that, I realized that I could see the outlines of her areolas. No sooner than I recognized that I could see more and more of the details of her nakedness between the translucent clothing, it all disappeared.

As I studied her now-naked body, she smiled. She turned herself slowly around to give me a look at all of her. By the time she faced me again, my cock was pushing hard against the front of the Speedo shorts - and actually causing a bulge in the netting that made up my own see-through garments.

I didn't believe my cock could get any harder. I was wrong.

"You smell... delicious...," she purred.

The line was delivered in a tone that reassured me that I *very much* wanted to be eaten up by her.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed with an electrical blue light like when a transformer explodes - a brief ball of lightning that illuminates the night - no matter how hard the rain is falling.

Every door and window in the house slammed and sealed shut.

"I'm Chastity," she said, in a sultry tone. "Chastity Prudence. Sounds like a good name for a virgin, right?"

I was too shocked to speak. I merely nodded.

"On the night that I died, I was waiting for my fiancé to come," she said. "I was filled with lust. That lust went unsated when my soul left my body. My body withered and wasted - but my soul and that unsated lust have waited together all of these years. Now, here you are... on the anniversary of my death... an otherworldly vision of sex incarnate..."

She sniffed the air. I watched the air fill her lungs. I realized that she had taken on a solid form. A moment later, I realized that all of my chains, ropes, hoses, and fittings... they were gone. Instead of an 18-year-old boy wearing a homemade steampunk Halloween costume, I had been transformed into what I had imagined myself to be - a male sex-demon - an incubus.

The collar remained. The rest of my harness, garments, and belts - they were all gone.

I heard a zombie moan, several people curse, and then the Joker's laugh.

"Uh... is... Did you... transform everyone?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Like... nobody's going to die, right?" I asked. "There are a couple of bad characters..."

For a long moment, she looked like she was thinking. I heard the distinctive sounds of a couple bodies collapsing to the floor.

"They're sleeping now," the ghost - Chastity - told me.

"You can... keep them that way?" I asked. "How long are we going to stay like this?"

"Until morning," she replied, smiling. "By then, I hope to have so thoroughly spent my lusts with you that I will finally be able to pass into the afterlife."

The ghost was undeniably female. She had a tomboy look to her - but her small breasts were delectably perky and sat high on her chest. Those stiff little nipples were just begging to be chewed on. Her body didn't look like it had a single strand of body hair - other than her head. That hair was completely white, as smooth as silk, and hung down to her bare breasts. Her hair flowed as if moved by invisible currents of air or water. The ends of her hair, brushing back and forth over her tits and nipples made them seem like they were dancing. Aside from the hair on her head, however, the rest of her body appeared to be hairless - including her pubic mound and her vulva. Her sexy secrets were hidden away inside of pristine-looking labia that suggested that the velvety slick parts within were undoubtedly the prettiest pink - just waiting to be touched or tasted.

Even though Chastity's eyes had no pupils, her intense staring didn't scare me. In fact, it made me really super, fucking horny. It was like all of her pent-up horniness was bouncing off of mine, rebounding, and multiplying.

Chastity's small mouth had the palest of pink lips - but that kissable little mouth drew me in like the most sensuous of suggestive and sultry smiles - as the corners of her mouth curled just enough to invite me to feel those lips brushing against my own.

Everything about Chastity made me ache for her.

"I've... never...," I warned her.

"Oh! That's why you smell so delectable!" she cooed. "How intriguingly ironic - a virgin incubus. I would guess that a soul searching for salacious satisfaction might be just the ticket to unlock your inner demon..."

She looked down at my rolled up sleeping bag, shook her head, and snapped her fingers. A comfy-looking - severely-dated - canopy bed appeared behind her. The room seemed to expand, slightly, to make space for the large, new piece of bedroom furniture.

"I didn't realize that ghosts had so much power," I told her.

"First, this is *my* home - my domain. Second, I've been waiting for decades for the right person to come along and fulfill all of the stupid little requirements in order for me to be able to interact with them. I've had several long years to plan - and to build my intent into something powerful enough to break through the veil that separates us."

"Oh," I replied, numbly.

I hadn't really been expecting so thorough of an answer. Obviously, as she had said, she'd had a lot of time to plan this - even if she was just now finally able to make it happen.

"You are... Darius?" she asked, obviously reading my mind. "How kingly a name. I love it! Tonight, you shall make me your queen - and I shall make you a man."

She took my hand and guided me towards the bed.

"I've had some time to observe things that happened within these walls," she whispered, as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

She kissed me so tenderly that it felt like somebody was brushing a feather across my lips. It tickled. I kissed her harder to make it stop. She purred and returned the kiss with fervor. By the time we parted, we were both a little out of breath.

"Lay me on the bed and use your mouth on me," she said.

I'm not sure how I knew she was blushing. The pale color of her skin - somehow blanched white by the light of the moon that shown out on the massive yard - showed no pinkness from her embarrassed and adorable smile.

I kissed her and lifted her onto the mattress. The bed stood so high that I wasn't certain how people even got into the things. To my amusement, I found that I could flutter the wings on my back and glide upward as easily as swimming through water.

Chastity smiled brightly when she saw how tickled I got about being able to fly.

As I made my way across the mattress to her naked body, she suddenly decided to play coy with me. It was so attractive! She lowered her eyes, blushed, pressed her thighs together, and covered herself with her hands.

I climbed her body like a snake. I kissed the hands that were covering her sex. I kissed her navel. I kissed her tummy. I arrived at her breasts - and the stiff little buds atop them - those juicy gumdrops - just waiting to be chewed on. She gasped and pulled one hand up to cover her nipples. My tongue darted to the right one before she could get it covered and I discovered something new - I had a snake's tongue - a long, thin, ribbon-like black tongue that was bisected at the end. When the twin tips reached her stiff little nipple, they flicked across it like a snake's would - and then... Chastity gasped in shock and delight as they encircled it and wrapped themselves around it like they were never going to let go of their prize.

When her hand - already in motion - got to the right breast - she couldn't cover it because I had a hold of it already. She moaned as I pulled the tongue back into my head - tugging on her stiff little bump.

A moment later, I released her nipple and kissed the front of her neck - then I sucked on it. She moaned in a most-delightful way and attempted to push me away - with both hands.

Faster than a serpent, I spun from end to end and sent my questing tongue - both tips - digging between her thighs and her labia - searching for her tastiest bits. She began moaning so deliciously. As I sought for her taste, I expected her to try to push me away once again. Instead, I felt her hands on me.

I had forgotten that - if my face was in front of her sex - then mine was hanging above her face. One hand caressed my balls. The other took hold of my shaft. Her hand tugged on my cock in the same way that my tongue had tugged on her nipple. My tongue was questing for her flavor. Her tongue brushed over the head of my penis - then the edge of the crown - along the ridge - down the shaft. I would have screamed in agonizing bliss if - at that very moment - her thighs hadn't started to part. I sent my snake-like tongue digging into her shallow furrow.

Chastity moaned as I got my first taste of her - just as she wrapped those narrow lips and that tiny mouth around the head of my penis. As I delved deeper, she sucked. My body trembled. I felt a little trickle of pre-cum ooze from the slit at the tip of my prick. Chastity's tongue caught it almost immediately. A split-second later, she moaned like she'd just gotten her first taste of ice cream in her whole life.

The very flesh-like ghost began to lick and suck my cock - apparently trying to get more of what she had just gotten. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I tried to focus on tasting her before she got me to spill - but it was a losing battle.

As Chastity sucked and licked, I pushed my way between her thighs. I caught sight of her clitoris saying hello and I sent my tongue to grab that tender bud and give it a hug. When my bisected tongue-tips pulled at her sensitive little button, Chastity's hips jerked and she gasped. She struggled to continue sucking my cock for just a moment. Then - with a fresh determination - she sucked and swallowed and, suddenly, she had every bit of my length inside of her face and her throat.

This time it was my turn to convulse.

"Chastity!" I gasped.

Rather than backing off, she sucked harder.

Realizing that she was determined to bring me to a speedy release, I tried to push my tongue into her.

However, the fireworks that went off in my head as my balls erupted... Those explosions filled my ears, my eyes - and my mind. I think I may have blacked out for a second or twenty. When I returned to consciousness again, my nose was buried in Chastity's slit.

Since my mind was experiencing a moment of post-nut clarity, I grabbed the ghost-girl's hips and I did everything within my power to make her cum as hard as I just had. I sucked, licked, gnawed, chewed, lapped,...

Chastity's hand clamped down on my penis - gripping it firmly in her fist - as she screamed at the ceiling. Her hips bucked repeatedly, her body convulsed, and her entire vagina shuddered. I know that because my tongue was burrowing towards its furthest depths. I had bypassed her hymen with my narrow tongue and was rapidly rubbing the two tendrils at the tip of my tongue over every velvety fold and sensitive spot inside of her sex organ.

Chastity convulsed hard again and then went still. Her grip on my cock slackened. I turned my head to see if she was alright. She appeared to have passed out - like I had. A couple moments later, her eyes flickered and she looked at me.

"Darius...," she moaned. "That was wonderful. I'm ready for the main event..."

"I might need a moment," I told her.

"You most certainly do *not*," she said firmly.

The ghost-girl reached to her side and grabbed something. She brought it to her lips. It was a heart-shaped flipper-thing - at the end of a rubbery cord. For a split second, I wondered why - when she moved the thing - I could *feel* it... I found out a moment later.

Chastity focused on the end of the thing and it turned into a ball that looked like a cock-head. She popped the fleshy sphere in her mouth and sucked - hard.

Immediately, my hips thrust, my body convulsed, and more fireworks went off in my brain!

The sensations in my brain were telling me that the ghost-girl had my penis in her mouth. Chastity was sucking on... my tail... but she might just as well have been sucking my cock! When she gripped my tail by the cord and pushed the tip into her throat, it felt like she was deepthroating me.

My normal cock was completely stiff at that point.

Chastity spread her thighs and glanced down at her bare pussy - telling me what she wanted. Meanwhile, she was sliding my tail-cock up and down the inside of her throat. She pushed it in so far that I swore that I had to be just inches from her stomach. The stimulation was mind-blowing.

It was like I was a passenger in my own body. It seemed to move of its own volition - without any input or control on my part. I found myself climbing between the ghost-girl's legs and getting my penis tucked between the perfectly-pink pair of lips. As soon as I was ready to penetrate her, I looked up into her eyes. Flames of fire flickered in her pupilless eyeballs.

Chastity sucked hard on my tail. When she did, my hips thrust forward of their own volition - driving my penis into her vagina - and sundering Chastity's hymen - before drilling into her churning depths.

"You're an incubus," Chastity said, licking my tail-cock. "You can cum with a thought, control how much you ejaculate and for how long, and you can recharge as quickly as you decide to do so. Bury your dick in my pussy while I swallow your tail - and then fill me up. In a minute, I'll show you one more trick..."

The gorgeous ghost-girl fed my cock-ball tail down her esophagus and then began powering it up and down her throat in quick successive thrusts. My hips jerked in time with what she was doing and I found myself fucking her vagina as hard as she was fucking her throat with my other penis. It only took me about a minute to wrap my brain around what was going on. When it all finally "clicked", I took over.

I grabbed Chastity's wrists in my fists and shoved them to the mattress at the sides of her head.

"Yes!" she cheered. "Fuck me! Fill me!"

As I drove my hips forward like some kind of boring machine - pounding her previously-pristine vagina - I drove my tail down her throat until I felt the tingle from her stomach acid. I pulled my tail back out until the ball-cock popped out of the ghost-girl's throat. I immediately drove it right back in again - pumping the thing in and out of her esophagus the same way - and at the same speed - that I was driving my penis into her pussy.

Though she had no pupils, I could tell from looking at her eyes that I was quickly driving her into some kind of semi-catatonic state with the overwhelming levels of stimulation that I was giving her. I told myself that I needed some way to know her status more accurately - so that I could keep her right at the precipice of oblivion - without completely sending her over the edge.

Suddenly, it was like I could see into Chastity's mind. I knew exactly how much stimulation each part of her body was getting - and I could tell how to increase that until I was almost literally causing her mind to meltdown.

Her nipples were under-stimulated. Her throat and pussy were fine - although her pussy needed a bit more... I discovered a couple new tricks in that moment. The first was that my tongue could move as fast as my tail. I sent the bisected ribbon lashing out - almost like it was whipping Chastity's tits. Her stimulation levels doubled immediately. I grabbed her nipples with the twin tendrils and tugged for a split-second before switching breasts. Now she was firing on all cylinders... now she was teetering at the edge.

Chastity's vagina had gotten really slick with her natural lubrication - so we were no longer getting the friction that we needed to really push her into overdrive. I wondered if I could dry her pussy out... That seemed not to be within my control. However, I did discover that I could change the shape and surface of my penis.

I flared the tip out - like a horse's cock - and added bulging "veins" along the sides of the shaft to give my penis "ridges".

Those two changes did the trick. With the tongue-lashing that I was giving her tits and nipples and the ball-cock drilling her throat, the changes to my cock had Chastity's small slender body convulsing non-stop as she tumbled into a series of climaxes that never seemed to end. The first hadn't finished when the next one hit. That one was still wrapping up when the third one came.

Suddenly, somehow, I had like a big red button inside of her mind that told me that if I started cumming in her, she'd almost literally explode.

So... it turns out that my tail-cock can cum just like my regular one. How the ejaculate gets from my balls to my tail, I have no clue. Magic, I guess. As I started cumming in buckets down Chastity's throat at the same time that I pumped jizz deep inside of her vagina, she started cumming harder than she already was. She started squirting powerfully - like a damned firehose!

I continued pumping jet after jet into her - from both cocks - until it felt like she'd hit some sort of phase where - if I didn't shut her down - she was going to be dehydrated.

Just as I turned everything off, I realized that the pivotal moment that I had just witnessed was probably where the legends came from where a succubus "sucks out a man's soul". If my goal had not been to give Chastity absolutely as much pleasure as possible... If, instead, I had wanted her power for myself... I could see how a sex-demon could just push a mortal being past that point where everything is at the fulcrum. If I had wanted to destroy her, she would have been helpless to stop me. Essentially, I was controlling her with everything that I was doing to her - like a puppeteer tugging the strings on a marionette.

Chastity definitely looked like she'd had her strings cut. She was panting for breath, trying to catch up from the screaming, the gasping, the moaning,... There at the end, she'd really wrung herself out.

Me? I felt good - amazing even. It felt... bizarrely satisfying to make Chastity cum so hard for so long. It was like an orgasm all its own - at a level that was even higher than just pumping your load into a hot girl - which I had also just done. My mind was really savoring the whole experience. I was more than ready to give it to her again - just as soon as she recovered.

I discovered that I could make her recharge the same way that she'd done to me. The challenge was that - once again - she was mortal and her body had harder limits than mine did. If I pushed her too hard, I still had the potential to shove her over into something destructive. I sat back and watched her mind as she finally finished recovering from all of the rapid-fire orgasms.

Chastity opened her eyes and looked at me. There were still embers smoldering there - but we'd fanned those flames until the fuel was almost all burned up. She needed to recharge.

"Looks like you figured it out," she said, an adorable smile on her small mouth. "That was... intense."

Just as I sensed that she was recharged and ready for more, she opened her arms to me and pursed her lips. I lay on her and her arms went around my neck. We kissed for several minutes as she moved her body beneath mine - both of us enjoying the way the other felt.

When she pulled her lips from mine, she looked intently into my eyes.

"This time, I want you to fill all of my holes," she said. "I believe it's called being 'airtight'. That's what the woman and her three lovers called it that used my home, here, for a few lewd episodes."

"How is that going to work?" I asked.

Chastity grinned and slid her hand down my body. When it got to my penis, she stroked it twice before sliding her fist down my length until she reached my balls. She gave my jewels a tender squeeze and then she dug her fingertips into the base of my shaft - right at the point where my ball-sack started. She dug her fingertips in and... she pulled.

I felt an odd tugging sensation and Chastity gave me a wicked grin as she pulled a little harder. Her left hand slid down my body to join the right. I felt her right hand wrap around my shaft and start tugging. A second later, her left wrapped around my shaft and started tugging as well. My brain could not comprehend what was happening. I sat back on my heels and looked down at where the ghost-girl's hands were working up and down my twin shafts... twins... two.

Just below my original penis, I now had a second one.

"One for each hole," she explained. "I've fingered my pussy but I've never tried putting anything in my nether region before... you may have to... help me. Use your mind-tricks that you've learned and I think we can figure this out..."

"When's the last time you washed your ass?" I asked her.

"I think you'll find that you can remedy that problem," she said, "just like you can turn your penis into a mouth and suck my pussy dry..."

"No shit?!" I gasped.

"Try it...," she suggested.

As I slid my cock into her pussy, the new one tried to aim at her other hole. It bounced off and trailed down behind her - rubbing down the furrow of her butt-crack. She giggled and wriggled. I barely noticed. I was distracted with the idea that I could turn my cock into a vacuum cleaner and suck up all of her sweet nectar...

Just as I figured out how to turn the head of my dick into a mouth, I realized that there was more mess inside of her than what she had created. There was also some of mine - a lot in fact. I'd just started to get weirded out by it when she started purring and cooing. At that same moment, I realized that there was nothing connecting my new penis-mouth to my stomach.

I wasn't actually "eating" the mess, I was simply pulling it into my body and turning it back into more jizz to pump into her the next time. I was recycling her fluids and mine so that I'd be able to cum in even bigger buckets this time than I had the time before. I could flood her, suck it out, and then do it again. Any female who got off on having someone cum inside of them... well... I could blow her mind. At that moment, I realized that - as a sex-demon - that actually made quite a bit of sense. I was practically built to make women cum their brains out - over and over again.

With that in mind, I thought I understood how I could clean up her other hole as well - turning any nastiness there into just another form of "fuel" to add to the "fire" the next time I climaxed. My mind flashed to the myths about succubi again and - as before - I realized that there was the potential here for a sex-demon with malicious intent to cause harm. In my case, there was the ability to clean a girl up as quickly as I filled her - and then go right back to pumping her full again.

I pistoned my penis in and out of Chastity's pussy. While I did that, I made my second cock rub against her butt more - and nudge that backdoor each time it got the chance. I looked into the ghost-girl's eyes and I told her body to relax and let me in.

"Yes...," she moaned. "Like that... When you fuck my throat this time... I don't want just the head... I want a monstrously-long penis. I don't need to breathe. Ravage my throat with your tail. Turn it into an anaconda and drive me crazy...! Fuck me airtight, Darius..."

The next time I pulled my cock out of her pussy to shove it in again, I sent the second dick into her ass. She moaned so sensuously that I felt like both of my dicks turned as hard as stone.

"Fuck...," she groaned. "Throat... Finish me..."

My tail rose into the air like a cobra, dancing and darting in front of her as I fucked her pussy and her asshole at the same time. As soon as she opened her mouth to scream with her first climax, my tail struck - driving down her throat like a rocket-propelled fire-hose.

Despite Chastity's contention that she didn't need to breathe, her body must have forgotten that she was dead. Her whole body convulsed and she gasped for air as I forced my six-foot long tail-penis farther and farther down her throat.

Chastity's eyes were wider than I had ever seen them. Her body convulsed hard again as fear ignited in her eyes - and then she squirted - somehow even harder than she had before. I changed my balls to a little vacuum cleaner and I sucked up her fluids as quickly as they splattered off of our bodies. I recycled her jizz into jizz of my own. My balls were already bloated with more than enough to fill her up - but they swelled even more.

Chastity's climax was enough to snap her out of the disillusion that she needed air. Her eyes hardened as she looked at me. She actually glared at me - daring me to make her cum even harder than I already had. I wasn't normally a very competitive person but, apparently, demons are a little more emotion-driven than me. My demon-self rose to the challenge that Chastity gave it.

The incubus-me glared back at her, invaded her mind, and took absolute control.

It's a good thing that Chastity was already dead - because my body went on a rampage and it was all that I could do to try to assess everything that was happening. I learned more about myself - my new self - in those long minutes than I had already figured out.

As a simple spectator to the whole thing, I watched my demon-self absolutely punish the ghost-girl. I fucked her so hard that she couldn't breathe - even as a ghost. Then, in the next few moments, my demon-self denied her even the tiniest bit of stimulation. The seconds ticked by where she could feel nothing at all. She became so distraught - reaching for what had been taken away from her that - in the moment that my incubus-self slammed it all back into her again - she was wiped off of the map like an island village in a tsunami. She was still recovering from that when the next giant wave smashed into her - breaking all of the little pieces into even smaller pieces.

Chastity passed out three times before it was over. I sat back on my heels and waited for her to recover. When her eyelids finally fluttered and she looked at me, she looked really fucking drained. There was jizz freely flowing from both her pussy and her ass - and some still stuck to her face.

"Wow," she said, stunned. "I guess I asked for that."

I already knew she was really alright - physically at least - but I still had to ask.

"You okay?" I inquired.

"That was really... well... I already used the word intense before... but... that just like... I don't even have words."

She gave me a tired smile. I grinned back at her.

"Can I get some of that?" a voice asked.

I spun my head to the side - and discovered that Chastity and I had an audience. Alex and Tina were standing just inside of the doorway that led to the dining room. Alex was Ken and Tina was Barbie. Before, they had been *dressed* like the dolls. Now, though, they had been transformed - like me. I went from wearing an incubus costume to being a real, live sex-demon. Tina looked like an honest-to-God living doll. Alex/Ken did too - just the male version.

"Ken... I mean Alex... can have my ass," Tina/Barbie said, "and I'm not sure I want that... whatever that was... raping my throat the way you did her..."

I glanced from Tina to Chastity.

"If you are about to ask me if I'm okay with you destroying her pussy while I watch," Chastity said. "I feel like my physical lusts are mostly sated. There's another part, though, that wants to see you fuck every other woman in this house the same way you fucked me. All night long. I think when that's been done... then, maybe, I can finally leave."

Chastity moved to the corner of the bed - where she could still watch the action.

"Do you want him on top?" the ghost asked my classmate, nodding her head at me.

"Um...," she stammered.

Alex leaned closer to her.

"You mount him and I'll take you from behind," he suggested. "Can I go all out, Barbie?"

"Sure, Ken!" she replied - in a chipper tone that definitely sounded like it came from a woman made entirely of plastic.

I knee-walked up the mattress and laid myself down where Chastity had just been. Barbie and Ken - the two living dolls - came over and climbed onto the bed.

Tina wasn't ugly - but the Barbie version of her had a narrower waist, bigger tits, a perfect smile, and a hairless pussy. I chuckled as I thought about the fact that I'd never seen a Barbie doll with pubic hair.

Tina took a cock in each hand and toyed with them.

"I wonder if they would both fit...," she mused. "I feel like my body can stretch more than it used to..."

"Try it," Ken suggested, groping her chest. "I'll bet it'll feel just as amazing as my cock is going to feel in your ass..."

"Ken!" Tina gasped.

Watching Tina/Barbie stuff my cocks in her pussy was almost as stimulating as her hands running up and down my shafts while she got it done. I was enjoying the moment - and the images - so much that I actually moaned a couple times.

Out of curiosity, I sent my mind into Tina/Barbie's - to see if I could help. Let me just say that there was plenty of "living space" available in that head of hers. It didn't take too much sex-magic to get her to loosen right up.

As Tina/Barbie sank onto my twin cocks, I sent my ribbon-tongue out to tug on her nipples. I lassoed her tits and tugged on them while pulling at her nipples. She moaned and her pussy fluttered in a most-delightful way. My tongue continued to work on her tits even after my left hand joined the fun. My right one grabbed Barbie's/Tina's ass and gave it a squeeze. It felt like plastic - and yet I liked it. I gave Tina's ass-cheek a quick slap and the sound that it made was kind of funny - but very satisfying.

Ken gripped Barbie's hips and tried to position himself. The two of them were struggling to get things worked out and I was impatient to have Tina bouncing on my cocks - so I helped. I guided her mind to relax her sphincter muscles and Ken/Alex sank in. As soon as he was inside of her ass, I had her tighten back up again.

"Oh, fuck, you're tight, Barb!" Ken groaned.

He immediately started pistoning into her ass - driving her onto my cocks. Once again, her pussy did some nice things. However, I was feeling a little under-stimulated after fucking the living hell out of Chastity. I was ready to kick this little "ménage à trois" into high gear...

In my incubus body, my twin cocks were just as prehensile as my tail. That meant that my two pricks could do more than slide in and out - they could twist around each other. I was ready to hear a certain life-sized doll scream...

Scream she did. At the same time that I started moving my cocks around inside of her vagina, I also used my super-human strength to lift both the living-dolls up so that I could yank the female one back down onto my cocks again.

As I worked, I watched Ken as he tried to stay in the saddle. He was having quite a time of it but he never complained. The reason for that, of course, was that I had his girlfriend's asshole tightened down like a vice. Every muscle inside of Barbie's ass was tugging at Ken's fuck-meat. Her anal-ring was tighter than a virgin's pussy and every thrust was like driving into her for the very first time. His moans and groans, however, were drowned out by the never-ending stream of curse words, moans, groans, and screams that came from Barbie's lips.

It was hard to keep from laughing at the living-doll as the stream of coarse words and vulgarities tumbled from her lips like water over the Niagara Falls.

I switched my tail-cock back to just the little anal-bead-looking thing and sent it down her throat - enlarging it just enough to make her eyes widen.

The living Barbie doll started cumming almost immediately. Her butt must have spasmed because Ken started cussing as he began to climax as well. I figured I might as well join the party. I sent gouts of jism down Barbie's throat - and two more into her vagina.

When I sensed that she was getting worried about breathing, I pulled out of her throat. Tina/Barbie threw herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and kissing the fuck out of me as she continued to climax - while Ken and I both filled her up.

She finally pulled her lips off of mine and laid her forehead against mine.

"Fuck, Darius...," she moaned. "That was perfect! You scared me for a moment but... fuck... did I cum so hard! Love, love, loved it!"

She pulled my head sideways and put her lips to my ear.

"Ken will fall asleep shortly...," Tina/Barbie told me. "When he does... do me like you did her...?"

"If you want...," I whispered.

A moment later, Ken tumbled free of our little pile. His eyes were already glazing.

"Chastity," I said. "Can you get him onto my sleeping bag?"

"I'll make him a little bed," she promised, nodding. "In exchange, I get to suck your goo out of the girl."

"Kinky...," Tina/Barbie said, smiling brightly.

As I watched the ghost-girl suck the human Barbie doll's pussy, I thought about the request that Tina had made. I realized that - if I was me - I would have probably turned her down. Hell, even if Tina and Alex weren't together - and at the party as a couple - I would probably have still turned her down.

The sex-demon part of me, though, that part of me was able, willing, and ready to make the plastic-girl just as "airtight" as I had the ghost. As I listened to Tina's sexy sounds as she came on Chastity's tongue, I decided that - even if I was really me - I might still be tempted. Fuck, that was sexy!

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow moving across the room. I looked up to see Chloe, who was dressed as Catwoman, moving my way. The thing was, Chloe wasn't moving like Chloe anymore. There was a feral look to her - and she moved more like a cat or a panther than like a woman. She was also prettier. Chloe/Catwoman had a fierce sexiness to her that called to something primal inside of me. I knew as I looked at her - even without touching her mind - that she wanted to be fucked like only I could fuck her. I found that I really, really wanted to do it. I wanted to make her purr... or roar.

"Where's Rex?" I asked Chloe.

"He... got weird," she replied. "When the doors and windows sealed up, he kind of... lost it. He turned into the real Joker."

"And you?" I asked. "What did you turn into?"

"I feel... free," Chloe said. "You smell like sex on steroids. I'm not sure why I can smell better now but... Darius... You have something that I need - and I need it *real* bad..."

"What will Rex say?" I asked.

"Fuck him," she spat. "He went psycho just about the time my kitty started getting really hungry. Will you feed my kitty, Darius? I smell your cock-milk on Tina... and the other girl. It smells... almost divine."

"Well, I guess - if a demon is a fallen angel - you wouldn't be far off with that remark..."

I gasped as Chloe sprang into the air. She was still ten or fifteen feet from the bed - but she cleared that with no problem. She landed on her hands and knees with her mouth above my cocks. The mattress barely flexed as she alighted on it.

Chloe's tongue was a little rough-feeling as she began to lick me - not as harsh as a cat's tongue - but definitely way bumpier than it should have been. My twin cocks *really* liked the way she licked them. There was a fire growing in Chloe's eyes as she lapped and licked at my cock-knobs and then dragged her tongue up the length of each of my twin dicks.

"Can you put them together and make one really big one?" she asked - almost begged.

As if she had summoned the magic herself, the two dicks merged. Chloe purred - and then shoved her face forward and swallowed me down. I actually felt her neck stretching to take my girth. My tail shot out, wrapped around hers, and then pulled.

Chloe gave a feral growl and sucked my dick even harder than she had been. The end of my tail turned into a string of six cock-head anal-beads and dove into her dripping pussy. Chloe's eyes widened as she stared up at me. Claws came out of her fingertips and she slammed them down on my chest and dug them into my flesh. Her pussy convulsed and spasmed and twisted - and tugged on those cock-beads. It was like her pussy was gnawing on the thing - pulling it in.

I sensed that she was starting to tip over the edge and pushed her face off of my cock.

Chloe hissed, dug her claws harder into me, and hopped forward. As she aimed her pussy for my cock, my tail switched holes - spearing into her ass without a moment's hesitation. Chloe gave a screech that sounded like an alley cat being killed. My body, though, apparently knew exactly what she wanted.

I rolled her to her back - ending up right next to Tina/Barbie and Chastity - who were cuddled against one another - watching me and Chloe. Chastity giggled and leaned over for a quick kiss.

I kissed Chastity and shoved my cock into Chloe's poor pussy. I just about ripped her open. Only my sex-demon self was able to intervene and get her body to relax and accept my much larger size. Chloe still screamed - and started to cum.

I pounded her pussy, drove my dick-beads in and out of her ass, and pulled her tail so hard that I thought I would hurt her. She definitely sounded like I was killing her. At the same time, her little pink nipples were as hard as diamonds. My tongue knew its job. There wasn't enough there to grab and tie up - so the ribbon-like muscle swatted her areolas until they were covered in goose-pimples - and then it grabbed at her nipples and pulled.

Chloe stopped screeching long enough to lick the front of my neck. I grabbed her head and discovered that she had cat ears - they were lying flat against her skull. I rubbed her ears and I kissed the fuck out of her - the whole time that my hips continued driving my overly-large cock into her - and my tail fucked her ass.

My mind searched hers for a way to send her completely over the edge. It came to me like turning on a bare lightbulb in an empty room.

I grabbed her hands and yanked her claws from my chest. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. I removed the beads from her ass. I untied her tail. I hovered into the air, beating my wings to stay aloft, and I flipped her onto her belly.

I landed behind her and sent my tail to tie her up. In seconds, she was on her knees and completely restrained. Her face was mashed into the mattress. Her legs were flared wide. Her knees were pulled forward, slightly, giving me free access to both of her holes - though I only needed one. I grasped her tail in my right hand and I squeezed it and pulled a little.

"You know what a bad kitty needs?" I asked her.

Chloe mewled and then whined softly.

"The bad kitty needs a big, bad doggy to fuck her little kitty with his big, fat, dog-cock..."

Chloe's eyes widened. She craned her neck around to look at me. I flew into the air to show her the dick that I was about to shove into her. It was as big as it had been before. Now, though, it no longer looked human.

Chloe whimpered as I set the tip of the thing against her trembling pussy-lips.

"You wanted milk for your kitty, Chloe?" I asked her. "Well... you're gonna get it... but only after I pound this pussy into pulp..."

Chloe gave a sad, wailing moan as I sank the thick dog-cock into her tiny pussy. Her pussy wasn't really that small but - compared to what I was shoving inside - it shouldn't have fit. I made it fit. She yowled and spit and hissed - and her claws turned into talons. She was tied up well enough with my tail that she wasn't going anywhere.

If Chloe's pussy hadn't been gushing so much with her anticipation of what was coming, I might have felt bad for her. Between what my incubus-senses were telling me, though, and the hunger in her mind and the way her pussy was dripping... there wasn't a doubt in the world about what this "bad kitty" wanted.

I drove into her hard and fast - and then - like I'd done with Tina, nothing at all. The absence messed with their minds more than the pounding did. When the pounding started again, it wasn't any worse than before - but that's not what their mind told them.

I drove my dog-cock into her again and again until - after I'd lost track of how many orgasms she'd had - I sensed that it was time. I pushed deep inside of her, let the canine cock-head swell to make sure that the seed went where it belonged, and then I came in her in buckets - so much and for so long that it poured out of her like a waterfall.

My body soaked it all back up as soon as it came out and simply pumped it right back into her again. Meanwhile, Chloe was shaking so hard from feeling me cumming in her non-stop that she was teetering at the edge of oblivion. I stopped cumming - and sucked her dry. I leaned over her back and bit down on her neck and she went still.

I waited long enough for her to become uncertain about what I was going to do - and then I ordered my balls to blast the jizz into her so powerfully that it would feel like one of those cartoon garden hoses with the giant bulge in the middle. When that glob of jizz hit the end of my dick and shot into her, she passed out twice in a row before her eyes rolled back into her forehead and she was completely gone.

"A little help?" I heard a male voice ask.

I followed the sound to the wide arched doorway that led to the stairs. Indiana Jones was naked except for his hat. Lara Croft was tied by her wrists and ankles - using some rope as well as Indy's trademark whip. She was lashed between the bannisters on both sides of the stairs. She was hanging there, facedown, in mid-air above the steps. I would have been concerned about Mandy except that her mind was already telling my incubus one what she wanted.

Josh had a firm grip on her ponytail and he was already pulling her open mouth onto his cock. I stepped behind her and looked at her gaping pussy - which was already plenty lubricated for me. Mandy didn't want *just* my cock though - she wanted the anal-beads shoved up her ass as well. Apparently, she'd watched me with Chloe.

As I watched Indiana Jones fucking Lara Croft's throat, however, I couldn't resist having a bit of fun. I sent my tail slithering around and around Lara's body - heading towards her partner. Instead of making my cock look like the little spheres that Mandy wanted, though... I sent a cobra towards Josh - just to say hello.

He gasped, jumped back - pulling his cock out of her mouth - and fell on his ass.

"Snakes?!" he gasped. "Why is it always snakes?!"

Lara/Mandy snickered. She didn't mind the snake's body wrapping around her - but she wanted my tail in a different form - and she wanted it inside of her.

I recalled the slithering serpent and turned it into the shape that Lara/Mandy was craving.

As I focused on giving her what she wanted, Josh got back to his feet. Together, he and I penetrated every available orifice - all at exactly the same time. She loved it. She convulsed like she was having a heart attack, though. It looked bad. Chloe gave a strangled gasp. I looked over at her.

"I'm watching her mind," I promised. "This is what she wants."

Chloe nodded. Chastity caressed her and pulled her into the hug with Barbie/Tina.

Lara/Mandy came once, twice, and then the waterworks began. Every climax after that was a gushing spray of girl-jizz - blasting the stairs and splattering everywhere. I ended up just using sex-demon magic to make the stuff disappear. No amount of vacuuming was going to get all of that...

When I sensed that she'd had enough, I told Josh to pull his cock out of her. He'd already finished as well. As he pulled free, Lara/Mandy turned to glance back at me.

"You didn't cum," she accused.

I stuck my cock back in her, pumped a truckload into her, and sucked it back out almost just as fast. She closed her eyes and her head lolled forward. She was completely sated. I pulled out of her once again and then used magic to untie the ropes and the leather whip.

I dropped the restraints by Josh and carried Lara over to the bed to put with the others. She begged a kiss before she let me leave her.

I turned as I heard my name.

Malcolm Surliman - dressed as Hugh Hefner - was sitting in a straight chair that he'd carried in from somewhere. In front of him, Jessica Foggerty - dressed as a Playboy bunny - stood waiting.

"I've had my fun," Malcolm said. "She seems to think you can do better. Feel free to try... I'm happy enough watching you give a repeat performance... if you're up for it."

"Oh... I'm up for it," I told him confidently.

Jessica looked fabulous. She'd always been a bit of a hottie - but she definitely looked like a centerfold now. That little fuzzy tail almost looked like it was glued on. I moved into her personal space, reached around her, and tugged on it. She kissed me, hard.

"Two cocks are better than one," she whispered. "Pick me up, fill my holes, and bounce me until I pass out..."

I didn't have to use much sex-magic to loosen her up. Apparently, like Lara, the bunny knew what she wanted. With my new body, it was no problem at all to pick her up. I got the feeling that I could have done it with telekinesis as well - but manhandling her slender, curvy body was more tactile - which also means that it was more fun - for both of us.

I lifted Jessica above my head and then sucked on her pussy until she screamed and came for me. It didn't take long at all with my tongue spinning around and around inside of her vagina like a tornado.

Jessica was still recovering when I slid her down my body and kissed her hard - just as my twin cocks burrowed inside of her like two super-powered drilling machines. Jessica gasped and shuddered and started cumming again - and I was still only halfway in...

I sent my tail behind her to lash her wrists together- making her feel completely helpless. I caught her ankles as well and pulled them up to hog-tie her completely - while still holding her in midair and bouncing her on my two cocks.

"Fuck.........," she moaned - the single syllable stretching out for several seconds.

When I checked her thoughts, I saw that the restraints were becoming too much for her. I dropped them. Almost immediately, though, she started rag-dolling on me - and I had to use my tail to help keep her from flopping around like a marionette with no strings.

When I sensed that she was gone, I carried her over to the bed and put her with the others.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Hugh/Malcolm had his cock in his hand. I turned away from him and found Amy Stoker headed my way... as a cloud of bats.

The vampire girl transformed right in front of me, grabbed my head, tilted my skull to get at my neck, and extended her fangs. I looked into her eyes and I froze her in place with my mind.

"Naughty, naughty...," I told her. "You should ask nicely first..."

I tried to remember who Amy had come to the party with... Kyle Billings - as the Grim Reaper. She had been abandoned when Chastity had put the dangerous ones to sleep.

"Please...," Amy begged, giving me a look like she was dying of thirst.

I released her... and tried not to tense as she lunged for the side of my neck. There was the tiniest of pin-pricks as her fangs pierced my skin but my body could handle that no problem - as well as heal whatever damage she caused... in fact... that wasn't the only part of my physiology that I could control.

An evil grin spread across my lips as I watched Amy's mind to sense her reaction to what I had done. It took her a couple swallows to figure it out...

She pulled her fangs out, smacked her lips, and looked me in the eyes.

"Why does your blood taste like cum?" she asked.

I couldn't help it. I started laughing.

"Actually," she clarified. "It tastes like semen mixed with vanilla shake..."

She smacked her lips again, tilted my head, and sank her teeth in again.

My sex-demon senses told me that part of her hunger was being sated - but there was another part left to take care of. I gripped her hips, picked her up enough to get my dick into her, used my tail to pull her legs around me and tie her ankles behind my waist, and then dropped her onto my cock.

As I bounced Amy on my dick, I sent the anal-bead version of my tail up her backside. She squirmed and wriggled initially - but quickly started moaning into the side of my neck as she continued to suck the jizz from my body. I pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy while sliding the beads in and out of her butt - all while she continued to feed.

When her tummy was finally full, she laid her head on my shoulder.

"I should be mad," she said, moaning a little as I continued to fuck her, "but that actually satisfied me."

I untied my tail from around her, walked over to the bed, lifted her up, bent her over the side, tied her wrists behind her back with my tail, lashed her ankles to her wrists - and then I shoved my cock inside of her and pounded her until she screamed and came all over me.

I cleaned her up and then handed her off to the rest of the girls.

I turned around to see who was next.

Haley Barrows and Carrie Boris looked like they'd walked right off the set of a live-action Scooby Doo movie. Sarah Michelle Gellar had nothing on Haley's Daphne Blake - and Carrie looked like the hottest Velma Dinkley I had ever laid eyes on.

The two hotties were already half-undressed. Daphne's tits were hanging out above her purple tube-top. Velma's hand was shoved between Daphne's thighs under her matching purple mini-skirt. Meanwhile, the redhead had pushed Velma's orange sweater up and was sucking her fat titties while her fingers were busy under the geek-girl's pleated red skirt. Instead of tall orange socks on her legs, Velma had sexy orange fishnets. The two girls turned and looked at me with unbridled lust.

I glanced around to see if there was room on the bed for the three of us to fit. Chastity giggled, snapped her fingers, and made another bed beside the first. The room somehow expanded to allow it. Before I even knew what was happening, the two sexy Mystery Gang members were racing for the empty bed - leaving a trail of clothing on the floor behind them.

When I arrived, Haley/Daphne and Carrie/Velma were already 69-ing - their mouths busy on each other's pussies. At first, I was confused about how this was going to work. Velma was on her back - with her head towards the foot of the bed. She looked up at me - past Daphne's perfect ass - and glanced at the redhead's butt.

I realized what she was suggesting - but I had a different idea.

I got behind Daphne/Haley, grabbed her hips, and shoved my cock right into her pussy. Velma contented herself with sucking and licking Daphne's clitoris - and occasionally my shaft - while caressing my balls and helping me grope the sexy redhead's butt.

I sent my tail-cock to Daphne's other end.

I snort-laughed as Velma's eyes widened as I drilled a thick tail-penis into her vagina - stretching her insides just enough to make her squirm and squeal. I drove my penis into both of them while the two girls kept busy with their licking and their touching.

I checked their minds and realized that their tits and nipples weren't getting any love. I sent my tongue around Daphne's body and between the two of them - tying and squeezing tits - and flitting between nipples to make sure that they were both getting plenty of stimulation.

I heard Velma/Carrie panting and looked down to see her slacking. Since her mouth was already hanging open... I made a second cock and slid it down her throat.

I fucked Daphne's pussy at the same time that I drove my other penis in and out of Velma's esophagus. The lusty minx wasn't sitting on the sidelines anymore. Apparently, I had really lit a fire in her. She was squeezing my balls with one hand, my ass with the other, and she was sucking like a damned Hoover!

I held off until both of them had cum a couple times and then I decided that it was time to finish this up. I started pumping semen through both penises and my tail - filling them up. Velma got a little more than she bargained for, though, and pulled my cock out of her throat. It was still spewing and she ended up with a mess.

"Oh, Jinkies!" she gasped. "My glasses!"

I looked down at her. She was thoroughly glazed. I couldn't help but laugh at her. Daphne collapsed onto the curvy geek girl a moment later, trapping her in place. I pulled back from them. Chastity and Chloe (Catwoman) immediately moved in to help clean Velma up.

I climbed off of the bed and turned around.

Hugh Hefner was still spanking his monkey. I quickly looked elsewhere.

Paisley Free and Brooke Stifle were heading my way.

"Hey, girls," I said with a grin. "Too naughty for heaven and two good for hell?"

"We want you to be good and naughty with us," Paisley said, giving me a lusty look.

"Who gets the good?" I asked.

"You misunderstood," Brooke explained. "We want you to be good and naughty with both of us."

My brain finally caught up with what they were asking for.

They quickly moved to pen me in. Temptation/Paisley was right in front of me - pressing herself against me. Brooke was hugging my back so tightly that her nipples were digging into my skin. As Paisley's devil girl or succubus or whatever she was began to strip off her skin-tight dress, Brooke did the same behind me. A striptease is sexy. A double is twice the fun. Feeling the two girl's skin being unwrapped as they push their sexy bodies against you as it happens... it's extremely stimulating.

It was so stimulating that I couldn't wait to get my cocks into them. Like two serpents, my dick and my tail both sought out the sweet-smelling pussies - and dove right in - taking the two girls by surprise. They quickly overcame their shock and finished getting undressed. As the girls removed the last of their clothing, my cocks darted out and in again, letting the last few garments drop to the floor without even interrupting the fuck-a-thon we had going on.

"Brooke likes it in the ass...," Paisley whispered.

In the other ear, Brooke whispered, "Turn Paisley upside-down and fuck her throat."

I tapped into their thoughts to see if they were telling the truth.

The truth was that each of them had told me what they wanted done to them - not what the other wanted. I spun to face Brooke. At the same time, I wrapped her waist, wrists, and ankles with my tongue. I lifted her off of her feet and spun her top-to-bottom.

I wrapped my tail around Paisley's tits, tied her wrists together, and lashed her against my back - and then I drove a two-foot-long tail-cock up her ass. She screamed into the back of my neck, bit down on my shoulder, and started cumming so hard that it was pouring out of her pussy like there was a garden hose stuck up there.

Meanwhile, I had a hold of Brooke and I was bouncing her up and down - fucking her throat like it was a pussy. Since there was almost no limit to how long I could make my tongue, I sent the end of it into her vagina to cause a little trouble there. Between having a throat filled with my cock and a tongue-tornado deep inside of her sex organ, Brooke didn't last much longer than Paisley had.

Paisley seemed to be doing okay. She'd even stopped biting my shoulder. She just laid her forehead against the back of my shoulder and moaned non-stop as her girl-jizz continued to run out of her pussy.

It didn't take the pair long to go weak in the knees. I picked them up, carried them to the closer bed, and laid them down on it.

Stella Reyes looked unbelievably hot as a nun. As soon as I laid eyes on her, she began to remove her habit. Never, in my wildest dream, did I imagine what a striptease from a sexy nun would look like - but - even if I had - it was hotter than that.

Stella always looked perfectly tanned. As her white and black clothing came off, her slender frame and her tight curves were revealed in all of their glory. Stella was wank-material even without being turned into a sexy forbidden vision. I could feel my cock drooling with anticipation.

Stella had just taken off the last part of her habit when Joanna Pendragon came flying into the room on a broomstick and tried to butt in line. Joanna was completely naked except for her witch's hat and the super-sexy black fishnets that ended in a pair of pointy-toed high heels.

Joanna knocked Stella to the floor, dove off of the broom on top of her, and pinned her arms down with her knees. The wicked witch shoved her pussy onto the mouth of the girl whose heavenly body I had just been salivating over.

I raced forward - intending to send the impatient bitch flying into the closest wall - when I tapped into Stella's thoughts to see if she was injured. I received quite a shock.

The sexy nun had her nose buried in the witch's pubes - which were trimmed to look like a third eye. Maybe that was how Joanna had known when to strike - maybe her lewd "all-seeing eye" actually worked. At any rate, Stella thought Joanna's pussy tasted wonderful. Her only thought was that the icing on the proverbial cake would be for me to lift her ankles into the air and fuck her pussy while she devoured the witch's cunt.

As I got into position to do as my naughty nun wanted, I sent my tail to tie Joanna together with Stella so that she couldn't move and spoil the nun's fun. Once I had the wicked witch lashed down, I started swatting her ass with my tongue - using it like a narrow whip - leaving red welts on her ass-cheeks - at the same time that I drove my tail-cock into her gaping pussy and started fucking the shit out of her with it.

I kept close tabs on Stella - to make sure she wasn't drowning. Joanna was cumming her brains out and shuddering like crazy. Stella seemed to be doing fine - so I just kept her ankles in the air - and drove my cock into her.

Just to try to make her squirm, I added a half-inch to the girth. It had the desired effect. Stella moaned into Joanna's pussy and tried to escape. She was quickly catching up to Joanna - who, apparently, really liked the tongue-lashing that I was giving her. Joanna was close to passing out.

Joanna beat Stella - but not by too much. I picked the two girls up and carted them over to add to the pile. As I walked away, I realized that I hadn't even cum in the pair. I quickly sent my tail-dick into each of their pussies to give them a token-deposit.

As I headed back to the center of the room, I noticed that Rocky Marsack - as Napoleon Dynamite - and Nathan Fisk - as Neo from the Matrix - were sitting over by the windows. They were giving Brylee Swift (the fairy) and Filza Patel (Pokémon Trainer Misty) some tired looks that told me that they'd already had their bit of fun.

I'd already had a couple doses of sloppy seconds. With my sex-demon magic, cleaning the girls up was no problem at all. If I wanted, I could even turn them into virgins again - just to spoil their virtue a half-second later.

"Who's next?" I asked the two remaining girls.

Filza was the sexiest version of Misty - the Pokémon trainer - that I could have ever imagined. She had died her hair orange and had pulled a handful of her hair into Misty's trademark pigtail that stuck out from the left side of her head. The rest of her hair was swooped to the right.

Filza's tits stuck out so much that I wondered if Chastity had made them larger. Filza was wearing Misty's standard outfit - a yellow tank top, red suspenders, and denim shorts - but the tank top was way too short for her tits. It wouldn't be right to say that she had under-boob showing as much as to say that one wrong move and her areolas were going to be visible at the bottom of the obscenely-small and strained top. The straps on the red suspenders weren't that wide - but they might stand the only chance of covering her if her shirt rode up even a fraction of an inch.

Down below, the shorts that Filza had on probably covered less than a quarter of what the standard blue jean shorts might have that Misty would have worn. The waist of the tiny shorts was so low that I swore I could see pubic hair - and more than half of her taut ass-cheeks were hanging out of the bottoms of the things.

To complete the costume, Filza was wearing red and white high-top tennis shoes on her feet. The tops of her white socks were barely visible inside of the sneakers.

The blonde fairy's body, on the other hand, was completely covered in clothes - sort of. Her translucent gown did nothing to hide her nakedness, though. Her wide areolas and stiff brown nipples were easily visible - as was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties under the flimsy dress. Her gossamer wings fluttered and she lifted into the air.

I beat my own wings and met her halfway.

Among the other firsts for the night, I finally managed to include weightless sex. I didn't qualify for the Mile High Club - more like the Three Feet off of the Floor Club. Still, it was intense, exciting, and required a liberal use of my magic to clean up the mess when it was all over.

I decided that Brylee's fairy should probably be named "Kinkerbell". The naughty nymph wanted every hole fucked - one at a time - all while we hovered in the middle of the room. I'm not sure how she managed to fly upside down to 69 with me but... Damn, that was hot! I still get hard, just thinking about it.

After making her cum by fucking all three of her holes, the kinky fairy wanted a mid-air bukkake - she wanted to be glazed like a Krispy Kreme donut. This is the part where things got messy. If you've ever seen those donuts coming off of the conveyor belt as the "Hot Now" sign flashes, you know what I'm talking about. There was gooey shit running everywhere and - even with a liberal amount of magic - it took a bit to clear it all away.

Brylee didn't let me clean her. She fluttered her way over to the two beds to see if the girls would lick her clean. She found several willing volunteers.

Once the room was put right again, I turned to the last girl standing - Pokémon Trainer Misty - the sexiest of them all. Filza's skin may have been more tanned than Misty's but I was absolutely in love with the costume. I strode towards her, planning to reveal something to her that didn't come from a Pokéball...

Filza had other thoughts on her mind, though. She jiggled her chest and that yellow tank top popped up, allowing her ample breasts to tumble free. I was momentarily stunned by their awesomeness. Filza took advantage of the moment. She pulled the suspenders off of her shoulders, unbuttoned the fly on her tiny shorts, and pushed them down. She wasn't wearing panties. She had trimmed her pubic hair into the shape of a Pokéball - and had dyed it perfectly.

I growled with feral lust. Misty was my favorite Pokémon trainer and Filza had so thoroughly nailed the hottie's look that I was ready to fuck the hell out of her.

Filza had to lose the shoes in order to remove the shorts. That left her in just the yellow tank top and the white socks. Even in my wettest, wildest fantasy, Misty had never looked so fucking hot. I hurried forward.

"Too bad I don't have Monica's 'Huge Power' ability," Filza bemoaned. "I could use it on that cock of yours and then see if I could still get it to fit inside of me.

Apparently, Chastity was game - because she snapped her fingers and my cock swelled to three times its original size - length and girth.

Misty/Filza pounced - landing on me and driving me onto my back on the floor. If I'd have been a normal human, I think she would have nearly killed me. With my new physique, however, there was no harm done.

The harm began as soon as the over-eager Pokémon trainer tried to shove her way-too-small pussy down on my 'Did-I-do-that?!' cock. It would have never fit. It *should* have never fit. Filza, though, looked into my eyes and gave me the biggest "please" with those puppy-dog eyes of hers. Mixed right in with that look was one that promised that she was only doing this for me. That doe-eyed look that she gave me had my too-large cock hardening into something like a drop-forged sledgehammer head.

I sent my mind into hers - to help her body relax.

Filza was still trying too hard. I wasn't certain how long she'd watched me fucking the others but it was like she knew she was the last one and she was damned tired of waiting. Fuck patience! She wanted it right, fucking, now!

Filza turned from looking at me to stare at Chastity - on the bed behind me. She never said a word but the ghost-girl must have read her thoughts because - a moment later - Filza/Misty's body rose into the air.

At first, I thought she wanted flying sex - like I had just done with Brylee. As she lay herself backwards, though, I saw what she wanted. It didn't hurt that she was shoving the picture from her mind into mine.

I used my tail to hog-tie her wrists behind her back and her ankles to her wrists.

Filza/Misty floated above the floor at the perfect height for me to slide her onto my cock. I grabbed onto a part of my tail that was wrapped around her torso so that I could hold her firmly.

I slid her towards me - through the air. Her body moved easily - frictionless.

I set the nose of my prick against her entrance and I tried to get her to relax. When she closed her eyes to focus on what I was doing, I cheated.

Rather than try to stretch her body into an impossible shape - just to make her feel like she was completely stuffed with cock - I simply made my cock exactly the right size to just barely fit into her. I still helped her body relax - but - at least now - we weren't asking for the impossible.

Filza gasped as soon as I got the head inside of her. She looked down at my crotch and I worried that she would notice that I had made it slightly smaller. If she did, she didn't say anything. Either she hadn't noticed after all - or she'd decided that she was tired of waiting for it to happen.

At any rate, I slowly pulled her onto my cock. I didn't go slowly to make it last. She was still so fucking tight that - if I had gone faster - I would have torn her body up.

Once I got her all of the way on me the first time, the next time required less effort. The time after that was even easier. Within a minute or two, we were almost at what I would call a normal speed. She was still super tight. She was still moaning like it, too. Filza was super-sexy and I was really relishing the fact that she was going to be the last fuck of the night.

Little did I suspect what lay in store for me - but, then, I'm jumping ahead...

As much as I was loving Filza's super-tight pussy, I could not get over how juicy those tits of hers looked as they wobbled up and down as I pulled her onto my cock and then pulled her off again. I decided to take advantage of how easily I could maneuver her body.

I spun her around, laid my cock between her tits, and then wrapped them tightly around my prick with my tail - giving them a firmer grip on my prick. I slid Filza's body forward and backwards - fucking my cock with her breasts and emitting happy little moans. I moaned even louder when she licked my balls and tried to suck one or both of them into her mouth when it dragged across her lips.

I saw a picture in her mind of me threading my cock down her throat. I decided that would work for me. I pulled my penis out of the gap between her tits, pushed her a little farther away, and then did exactly that. I had to shrink my cock again to make it work - but I didn't even hesitate this time. Filza gave a feral growl as I sheathed my cock fully in her throat and I had to stop for a moment to relieve a little of the pressure on my balls. I sent a few jets of jism into her tummy and then I was able to continue.

When I pulled out of her again and looked into her eyes, there were flames there. I checked her thoughts and saw what she wanted.

I rolled her to her stomach, spun her end-to-end, and slid her back onto my cock. Then I raised her into the air with her back to my chest - and I cancelled Chastity's levitation spell. I untied my tail from around Filza and reached around her body to hug her against me - wrapping my hands around her bloated breasts as well as I could manage.

I caught her ankles with my tail, pulled them behind me, and tied them together behind my waist - locking her in position.

Then I leaned forward slightly - giving her the sense of dangling below me - and then I started thrusting my hips rapidly - rabbit-fucking my cock into her. I had forgotten to bump the size back up but her mind was already becoming overwhelmed - so I left things as they were.

I fucked the hell out of Filza for about ten minutes straight before her vagina fluttered, her body trembled, and she started cumming. I buried myself deep inside and joined my release with hers.

I was happy to finally be done with the lengthy fuck-a-thon. All of the girls were gorgeous - especially with Chastity's helpful magic - but I was feeling a little wrung out.

When Filza finally finished recovering from her intense orgasm, I carried her over and eased her onto the bed with the others. Then I climbed up and flopped onto my back, breathing a contented sigh of relief.

Giggling, Chastity climbed on top of me and looked down into my eyes.

"What's the matter, lover?" she asked. "Round One have you all tuckered out?"

"Round One?" I asked.

She laughed and nodded.

"I promised you that I would be satisfied by the time the sun came up...," she reminded me.

"Oh... fuck no...," I groaned.

Chastity gave me an evil look and grabbed for my tail. I tried to pull it away - but it turns out that the ghost who gave me the super-human body can apparently out-wrestle me. Just like before, Chastity popped the tip of my tail into her mouth and started sucking.

In no time at all, the girls were lining up for Round Two - and I was powerless to stop it from happening.

~~~

The very last thing that I remember - before the sky began to glow with the golden light of the new day - was Chastity purring at me as I came and came and came inside of her. None of it leaked out. She took it all in and kept it.

As the first beam of sunlight broke through the haze of the room, Chastity leaned forward, kissed me tenderly, and whispered, "Goodbye, Darius. Thank you."

The next thing that I knew, everything was back to normal. I was lying in a giant four-poster bed - wearing a bunch of Dad's junk that I had turned into a Halloween costume.

"Was that all even real?" Filza asked.

"The beds!" Stella exclaimed. "It was real!"

"Are we sure there weren't beds in this room before?" Brooke asked.

"I don't think so," Paisley argued.

"No beds," Haley confirmed.

"This room was empty," Carrie agreed.

Tina/Barbie slid off of the bed and then pressed her hand against her abdomen.

"It was real enough," she said. "This body doesn't stretch as well as that one did though - I think I might have broken my pussy."

More than a couple of the girls were holding their tummies or their butts and shooting eye-lasers at me. I had to fight to keep from chuckling or out-right laughing. I hadn't *made* them do any of that shit.

A moment later, Rex Green - dressed as the Joker - came stumbling in from the kitchen area.

"How in the hell did I fall asleep on the kitchen floor?" he asked.

A few of the girls looked at each other and snickered. Amy Stoker shot me a look that told me that we would *not* be mentioning to her boyfriend anything about what had happened. I was good with that. We'd had a night of fun. As hot as she was, she was a little too aggressive for my tastes. The vampire costume fit her persona pretty well. My penis began to stiffen as I thought about our initial interlude. The repeated rounds, following that first one, were hazier - but I had most definitely fucked her hard several times as she sucked on... I brushed my fingertips over the side of my neck - where she had fed. Amy was watching me. She blushed and then turned to help her boyfriend through the room and then out of the big front doors of the mansion.

As soon as Amy and Kyle were gone, more folks started gathering their things and leaving. The other guys that Chastity had put to sleep began to show up from wherever they'd spent the night. They collected their dates and then headed out.

As Chloe/Catwoman helped Rex/Joker towards the door, she glanced over at me. Rex couldn't see the twinkle in her eye when she asked me the question.

"If I need help on my... Anatomy and Physiology homework," she asked, "can I text you?"

I had a really strong feeling that I should probably say "no". My dick answered first.

"Sure!" it replied.

Chloe gave me a lusty grin, nodded, and turned to help Rex out.

Could I cuckold Rex? Yes. Would I? Who was I kidding? If Chloe stepped out on her boyfriend, that was her problem. If she was looking for dick anyway, who was I to turn her away?

Most of the couples left first - followed by the single guys. One or two gave the remaining females a worried look - but they were on their way a few seconds later.

Soon, it was just me - and Haley/Daphne, Carrie/Velma, Stella/nun, Brylee/fairy, and Filza/Misty.

Of the single females, Paisley/temptation, Brooke/conscience, and Joanna/witch had left without saying anything to me. I was okay with that. Honestly, as I looked at those that were hanging back, I was starting to get a little fucking worried. Did they all want what I thought/hoped they did?

Leading up to this event, I'd been disappointed that Brad was going to get a shot at Maria Rodriguez and I was out of luck. If things turned out the way they were looking like they might though...

Haley and Carrie looked around at the group that remained and stepped closer to me. Stella, Brylee, and Filza did as well - acting like they didn't want to take the chance on being excluded.

Haley was holding Carrie's fingers in hers. She squeezed them and then opened her mouth. The smile on her face looked promising. My heart was double-timing in my chest.

"If we wanted to... go out... sometime...," Haley asked.

"Yeah, me too...," Brylee interjected.

I looked to see that Filza was nibbling her bottom lip and giving me a doe-eyed look. Stella had a perturbed look on her face - but she was nodding her head and watching for my reaction.

"Look," I said. "I was a fucking virgin before last night... I can't guarantee shit. If you're okay just fooling around. I'm cool with that. Based on the fact that all of you are still here, I hope that I'm not being a self-important dick by thinking that it might be for the same reasons. I'm not some greedy bastard that thinks he should have access to you all. At the same time, I had the best experience of my life last night and I'm super-interested in anything and everything that any of you have in mind. Fair warning, though, I'm dating as a pre-cursor to something longer. That being said, I'd be a fucking idiot to turn any of you away. You're all hotter than I have any right to think I'd end up with..."

"Friday night?" Carrie/Velma asked. "Dinner and then we'll drive to the lake to talk and fool around and see how things go?"

"I'm definitely good with that," I said.

"Same, Saturday?" Stella asked.

"I would love to spend time with you," I told her.

"Sunday picnic at the park?" Brylee asked.

"Text me what to bring," I said, nodding. "Tomorrow or next Sunday?"

"Uh... tomorrow works," Brylee said, her eyes twinkling.

"What are your plans for today?" Filza asked, giving the others a wicked grin.

"Hey! Cockblocker!" Haley objected.

"You're the ones that decided to wait...," Filza said, her eyes dancing with mirth. "Look... I'm okay with a group date scenario. I think the rest of you are thinking the same thing that I am - and that is: How will Darius perform compared to what we just experienced. I propose a quick test. The beds are still here. Let's see what he can do."

Filza went to the bed, removed her Pokémon trainer costume, and looked at me expectantly.

"Well?" she asked.

"Fuck... you're gorgeous...," I groaned.

"You don't have to sweet talk me," she replied. "I'm already planning to let you fuck me, obviously."

"You're still too pretty for me not to comment on it," I told her.

I started removing my costume.

Previously, I might have been nervous about getting naked in front of these girls. Now, though, with Filza climbing onto the bed. Her perfect posterior the only thing that I... well... no... her ass was nice - but I was most definitely staring at her little pink pussy - tucked between her brown thighs.

I groaned and hurried to undress faster. As soon as I was naked, I headed to join Filza. The others trailed behind me.

"Have you always been that big?" Carrie/Velma asked, leering at my cock.

"Did I miss anything?" Chloe/Catwoman asked, as she came back through the front door.

"Where's Rex?" Brylee asked her, giving her a wicked grin.

"He's on his own," Chloe said. "What're we doing?"

"Filza volunteered to see if Darius is up to the task," Stella informed her.

"Are we taking turns?" Chloe asked.

"Well... we all picked date nights - but Filza cut in line and asked what he was doing today... so now we're going to see if he can make her scream like he did last night, I think," Haley/Daphne replied.

I ignored the rabble and climbed onto the bed.

I slid my hands under Filza's ass and bent down to get my mouth on her sex.

"Just fuck me...," she complained.

I ignored her. I wanted to see what she really tasted like.

She was a little spicy, a little sweet, and she was already really ready for the next stage. Her little flower petals were already in full bloom. I stayed on task, though, until she came - pulling my hair while telling me that I was an idiot. The comments and sounds coming from the other girls told me that I'd done the right thing though. I was fairly certain - based on their reactions - that I was going to have no shortage of date nights - even if all I did was eat their pussies until they came. Quite honestly, if they'd even just stroke my cock while I sucked their cunts, I'd happily spend every night of the week keeping them entertained.

Filza's arms went around my neck. She kissed me hard - even though her juices were still smeared across my cheeks, mouth, and chin. I felt a hand wrap around my penis and did a quick double-take. Filza's were still behind my back. She glanced down as the unknown assistant slotted the tip of my penis into Filza's pussy.

"Thanks, Bry," Filza said.

"Yup," Brylee replied.

"You just had to feel him up, didn't you?" Chloe teased.

Brylee giggled and nodded.

I eased my hips forward - pushing my penis inside of Filza's unprotected pussy.

"Oh... fuck...," I groaned.

"Mmm...," Filza moaned in reply.

As soon as she had it all, she kissed me again and then rocked her hips. I started pulling out of her just to reverse direction as soon as the head was about to pop out of her. We both moaned again as she took all of it once again.

"Don't stop," she said quietly. "Don't you dare stop until we both cum. I'm on the pill and I want it inside."

"I'm not on the pill," Brylee said. "I'm wondering if I'm already knocked up. He came in me a LOT."

I glanced over at her.

"If the magic was real, I told it *NOT* to impregnate you."

"Thanks for that," she said, nodding. "I'll talk to Mom. I definitely want what you're giving Filza right now. Until I get the pills, you'll just have to cum on my tummy. I realize there's still a risk - but I want you raw."

"Me too," Chloe agreed. "I'm on the pill. If it fails, I guess we'll just be parents. I don't want anything between your cock and my pussy."

"Please ignore them and go faster," Filza said. "My next orgasm is close... Please give me at least one more before you cum in me."

"I'll try," I promised.

It was a near thing. When Filza climaxed, it took every ounce of willpower to keep from nutting in her. Once we crested that peak, though, I was good - right up until her second one arrived.

"Filza...," I warned.

"It's okay," she said, giving me a quick peck. "I'm close."

"I know...," I groaned. "You're fucking killing me. Your pussy is doing crazy shit to my cock..."

"Does this help?" Chloe asked.

Chloe no longer had the claws of a cat - but she dug her fingertips - and nails - into my butt-cheek. It was just enough to help me hold off until Filza started cumming. As soon as Filza's body shook and then began to shudder, Chloe let go of me. I buried my cock in my sexy Indian lover and let my balls overflow.

I only managed to spurt my junk inside of her a half-dozen times - nowhere near what I'd done the previous night - but she seemed happy enough. She kissed me hard again and then looked around until she found Chloe's eyes.

"Thanks," she said. "I'll return the favor if I'm there when he fucks you."

"I have no problem with anybody watching," Chloe told her. "As long as I don't have to share him in the moment."

"Carrie and I like sharing," Haley remarked. "It's twice the fun."

"Whatever trips your trigger," Chloe answered. "I guess - if you wanted to suck my pussy while Darius is fucking you - I wouldn't turn it down. I'm not sucking anybody's cunt while he plows me though - I want kisses - just like Filza did."

Filza grinned at me and stole another quick peck.

"You can get up now, Darius," she said. "Definitely put me on whatever roster or rotation you come up with. I'm okay with dating to see if there's going to be something down the road but - for now - I just need a nice, juicy cock belching a load of baby-batter inside of me every week or so. That was lovely."

~~~ Epilogue ~~~

For the rest of our senior year of high school, Haley and Carrie called me whenever they wanted a threesome.

Chloe, Filza, Brylee, and Stella each picked a day of the week as theirs. Going out got expensive fast so we ended up at each other's houses. My parents enjoyed having each one of the girls over - but Mom always warned them to be careful when we finished cleaning up from dinner and my parents headed down the hallway to their room or the home office. Sometimes the two of us played around on the couch but we usually ended up in my bed.

On the nights that I visited their homes, I had to contend with lots of questions. I was pretty blunt. Chloe's mother was a single parent. Those conversations weren't *too* awkward. The others, though, I had to deal with unhappy fathers and concerned mothers. I didn't vomit on them or anything - but I also didn't try to sugar-coat the facts or let them go off on any power-trips. We were all 18 and we were all making our decisions while also carrying on a running conversation via group-chat. The other members of our class looked at us a little funny but it worked - so who were they to complain?

Rex Green blackened my eye when he caught me giving Chloe a kiss in the hallway. He got in-school suspension for fighting. I got a lecture for instigating the incident and for public PDA. I let it roll right off of me. Principal Houser constantly shot dirty looks at me - but I just smiled like I was his best fucking friend. That seemed to irritate the hell out of him - but I never did anything to get into trouble - before or after Rex punched me - so there really wasn't much he could do about me.

His daughter went to a different school. I mentioned in group-chat that I was considering asking him for her number. The girls all asked me if I had a death wish. Houser always got pissed when we looked at him and started snickering. Fuck him.

~~~

After graduation, we all decided to attend classes at the local community college. Our fuck-schedule pretty much stayed the same. The girls' parents barely even grumble anymore. We're all applying to the same university and the five of us are planning to get a house together. Haley and Carrie said that - if we get a big enough one - they'll join us.

~~~ The End ~~~

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~~~ post-script ~~~

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