The Fairytale Halloween Party

It'd been a lonely year. First my boyfriend broke up with me. Then my best friend, Molly, moved across the country for a job. Jasmine and Morgan both had babies and were a lot less available. Suddenly, in my early thirties, that post-college crew I'd imagined would be my people forever was no more.

So I was practicing being social. Niamh was a new friend, but she was really nice. She was good at inviting me to things, and I was making a habit of going. So when she invited me to her fairytale-themed Halloween party, I figured I'd need to find a costume. When I saw Ben also RSVP'd, I moved it up my priority list.

I didn't want to go as a generic princess or witch or anything like that. Plus, Niamh didn't exactly strike me as the sort of person to throw a traditional costume party.

And I wanted to be seen as sexy. It had been too long since I did something like that.

I decided to go as Puss in Boots. I debated whether it was truly a fairytale, but when I looked up the original, it definitely seemed fairytale-ish. Plus, it was in Shrek, and those are all fairytale characters.

I wore a pair of assless chaps, pairing them with black leather underwear. The trickiest part was the cape. After a lot of trial and error, I managed to make a cape-halter-top hybrid that came down just far enough to barely cup my breasts, leaving my stomach exposed, then swept up around my neck and down my back. And of course, boots.

I thought I looked pretty good. I was tempted to text a photo to Ben, but we weren't at the texting-hopefully-sexy-photos-of-ourselves stage yet. I needed to get to that stage.

When I opened the door to Niamh's house, I saw there was no risk I'd be pushing the limits of this party. If anything, I was dressed too conservatively. Right away, I saw a woman I barely knew, I think her name was Amy, dressed as a witch. So glad I didn't go as a witch. She was completely topless with just a pointed hat and pentagrams covering her nips.

She looked hot.

Niamh saw me and came over, pulling me into a hug. Then she took in my outfit.

"You are one sexy Puss," she teased.

"I'm so glad you're able to tell. I was nervous."

"Spin for me."

I twirled around, feeling her eyes take in my ass, and knew I was turning red.

She was in a tight leather corset that pressed up just below her tits. The corset came down, forming a skirt that mostly didn't cover her ass. Other than that, her costume was basically lingerie with dark green tanga-style underwear and a matching bra. But the heart of the costume was her red hair, which flowed down and contrasted with the green and black. Niamh had really small tits. They would have looked so sexy if she'd gone with the pentagrams instead. Good thing she didn't. I shouldn't stare at the chest of my new friend all night.

"Are you a fairy?" I asked.

"Link," she said.

Before I could ask if Link was truly a fairytale creature, a hand brushed against my cape.

"Hey, you two."

Ben was shirtless with a wolf head on and a fur loincloth. As always, he looked amazing. Somehow he'd embodied my ideal type: a perfect mix between nerdy academic and dirtbag river guide. Most nerds lacked the abs. And the hair.

He hugged me, then Niamh.

"I need to make an announcement. Be right back," Niamh said as she turned down the music.

"Excuse me, everyone." She waited a moment, then the group went silent. It wasn't a huge party, maybe fourteen of us at most.

"Thank you all so much for coming tonight. I love you all so deeply. It feels so great when we can gather together."

She paused to smile at the crowd, then locked eyes with me for a moment and nodded her head. I smiled back.

"We have some fun stuff set up for those interested. Down the hall are two rooms, if you want to partake in those sorts of things. I know this is a group I won't have a problem with, but just remember we absolutely practice consent in this house. If I hear any complaints about you, I won't bother verifying them. I'll just kick you the fuck out. So be good and make sure the other person is enthusiastically consenting. Why the fuck would you want it any other way?"

She paused as the witch shouted, "Hear, hear."

"There are condoms and lube and other little presents from me. So remember to be safe. I love you all. Thanks for coming."

Well, that was unexpected. I tried not to panic. Did I come to a sex party?

I tried to think back to Niamh's invite and whether there was any indication. I honestly couldn't remember. I didn't think I'd read the invite closely. I'd been practicing saying yes, so I'd just accepted when I saw fairytale-themed costumes.

There was no way I could pull out my phone and look at the invite now. There was probably a disclaimer at the bottom, knowing Niamh. "Btw this will be a fuck fest. Are you into cock, tits, ass, plastic dolls, or something more exotic? I am sure we can find your match."

I stood there and tried to act completely normal, but suddenly the curtain over the hallway that I hadn't really noticed before felt ominous.

It would be okay. I didn't have to go back there. There was no way Niamh would judge me if I just hung out at the front of her sex party all night.

Ben turned back to me. Maybe there was a spare room where just the two of us could go?

I tried to act cool as I mingled. I knew about half the people and tried to introduce myself to others, but with each person I met, I wondered what it would be like if they were in the back rooms. Each time the curtain was drawn back, I watched as the person slipped down the dark hallway. Every once in a while, someone would come back, and I studied them to see whether they looked freshly fucked.

Maybe I'd misheard Niamh. Or maybe it was some inside joke.

At one point, I discreetly pulled back the curtain to look down the hallway. It was dark with a very faint red light, just enough that you wouldn't smash into anything. I flicked the curtain back when I noticed the witch watching me.

About an hour into the evening, I saw Niamh disappear behind the curtain. Five minutes later, Ben did the same. There was still a decent group up front with me. If my tracking of the coming and going of everyone was accurate, much of the group had already snuck behind the curtain at some point. A few, though, were curtain virgins just like me.

I went to the bathroom and peed. I washed my underside thoroughly, even grabbing a hand mirror Niamh had lying on a shelf to ensure I was spick and span down below. No way was I embarrassing myself like that.

As I washed my hands, I wondered if Ben and Niamh were fucking right now. Were they regular fuck buddies? Maybe looking for a third?

I came out of the bathroom and tried not to look anyone in the eyes as I made a beeline for the curtain. I didn't breathe as I slipped behind it, my heart pounding all the way to the end of the hall.

There was a door on each side, each with a fancy hand-painted sign.

One was painted in chiaroscuro, almost entirely black with white lettering and the outline of ghostly nude bodies appearing from the darkness. It read, "In the dark."

The other was a white sign with a drawing of a sexy woman and man. The man was bent over in front of a troll, clearly getting fucked in the ass. Wow, Niamh was such a good artist. The sign read, "Let there be light."

I tried to guess where Niamh and Ben would have gone. I was tempted to open each door and peek to see who was in each room. But I'd never been to a sex party and didn't know the rules.

Finally, I decided I wasn't ready to be in the light. I'd try the left door and just leave if it wasn't my vibe.

I opened the door and stepped in, closing it quickly behind me.

"Hi there," someone said from the darkness near the bed.

"Hi," I said back. It sounded like a woman, but I couldn't tell if it was Niamh.

"Want to join us?"

"Who's all there?" I asked. Was that allowed?

"Just two of us."

I carefully walked toward the voices until I brushed the edge of the bed, then crawled up. Once on the bed, I sensed the figures near me. A hand reached out and lightly brushed my cloak.

"Is it okay if we touch you?"

I froze for a moment, still unable to tell who the voice belonged to.

Finally, I considered how my therapist had been encouraging me to say yes to more things. I'm not sure whether she meant mysterious orgies, though.

She probably did. She had told me she was a kink-positive therapist on our first day.

"Okay."

Hands came out of the dark and touched me. One hand landed on my stomach,

while the other person's fingers slipped under my cape and slid up my back.

I gasped at the sudden touch. It had been too long.

"Is it okay if I touch you?" I asked.

Two people said yes in the dark.

I reached out toward where I thought the woman was. I hoped to feel Niamh's corset so I would know. I felt a tit instead. Holy shit, she was naked. And I'd just touched her tit.

Her hand slid up my stomach and she brought it to my tit.

I guess it was okay then. I was finally touching my first pair of boobs. In a sexual way, I mean. Thirty-one, openly bi for six years, and it was my first breast. Holy shit, I was so definitely absolutely bi. I really hoped it was Niamh.

I squeezed her tit lightly and then tweaked her nipple. She mimicked me, tweaking my other breast as I felt both nipples respond under my halter top.

I tried to tell if the tit felt like Niamh's small breasts. They weren't huge, but in the dark, I wasn't as confident.

"Can I take this off?" the man asked.

I nodded. Then I smiled to myself, realizing nodding was pointless.

"Yes," I whispered.

The hands came up and found the knot around my neck. How did he know it was tied at the neck? Was it Ben? Or maybe another guy had been studying me?

He undid the knot and the entire top slipped down. I rolled it in a bundle and tossed it off the bed. That would be a pain in the ass to retie later.

I returned my focus to the woman. I slid my fingers down from her breasts to her stomach. Then stopped where I felt the edge of her bush.

"Can I touch you?" I paused. "Down there?"

"You can touch me anywhere. You don't need to ask. I will tell you to stop if I want."

Oh.

I rested my fingers against her coarse hair. Did it feel red? How does red feel? I'll just imagine it was red until I gathered more information.

I brought my fingers lower until they slipped down and the heat of her pussy washed over my fingers. She widened her legs for me, so I ran my fingers up and down along the lips of her pussy before slipping one finger barely inside her.

She was wet. Like, I'd only ever touched my own pussy, so I didn't have a lot to compare it to, but I don't think I got that wet. Maybe she squirts? That would be hot.

My mystery man, who I decided I'd pretend was Ben until proven otherwise, had started cupping my newly exposed tit. If my red-bushed woman was an aggressive groper of my tits, he was much more gentle. He seemed to be taking his time, studying the contours of my breast, weighing it in his hand, then lightly brushing my nipple as I fingered some fairy pussy. No, Link pussy.

I wished we were in the room with lights. I wanted to see these two. I wanted to see Ben's cock and Niamh's little tits.

But what if it wasn't them? What if I was playing with two complete strangers?

I nearly panicked and crawled off the bed. But then his mouth came down over my nipple, his tongue brushing over it until it tightened into a firm nub. I moaned for him as I brought my fingers to her clit.

She raised her hand to my face and pulled me into a kiss.

Wow, I was kissing a girl. Somehow, I'd made it this far in life as the only woman who seemed not to have made out with her friends while claiming it was because boys liked it. And here I was kissing a girl.

I couldn't wait to tell Molly.

Her tongue pressed into my lips, and I opened my mouth slightly for her to press in further. I pushed my own tongue against hers.

Her hand slipped down to where I still wore assless chaps and my leather underwear. And boots!

"Can we get you out of these?" she said as she broke away from my mouth.

"Um, uhhm." I mumbled, not wanting to stop kissing her.

Her fingers explored for a bit, then she said, "I don't know how to take these off."

I laughed into the dark.

"God, your laugh is sexy," the guy said as he continued to explore my boob.

Good thing it was too dark for them to see my blush.

I undid the clasp of the chaps, then slipped off the underwear and finally unzipped and tossed off the boots, trying to throw everything in the general direction of my cape.

The woman leaned back in and started up our makeout session again. I slipped my fingers back down until they found her clit. I rubbed her the way I liked it, and hopefully her heavy breathing was a good sign.

I reached back, looking for the wolfman's penis. It wasn't hard to find. It was poking into my thigh. I grabbed it, then realized my mistake. I broke away from the most amazing kisser I'd ever kissed.

"Can I touch you?" I asked him.

"You have the green light to touch me anywhere you want. Don't be shy. I'll tell you if I want you to stop."

Oh wow, anywhere?

I leaned back to restart my kiss.

"Can I touch you, though?" he asked.

How could I still not tell whether it was Ben? Granted, we'd only talked at a few parties and texted a bit, but still. You'd think my fantasies would have been enough to make sure I imprinted on that voice.

"You can," I said.

And if it wasn't Ben?

Then some lucky guy was going to get to finger my pussy and maybe fuck me. Hole TBD. We'd see how the night went.

I focused on kissing this super fucking hot chick with small, perky breasts in front of me, trying to focus on fingering her clit, while keeping my other hand wrapped around his cock. It was an awkward angle, and I was never good at multitasking. You know that game where you pat your head and rub your stomach, or maybe it's the opposite? I'd never been good at that game. This was a lot like that, but with a pussy and a cock in each hand and a tongue down my throat. It was way more fun, though.

I wondered what her pussy tasted like. Was it weird that I often wondered what my friends' pussies tasted like?

When she broke away and kissed the guy behind me, I used the darkness as an excuse. I raised my fingers from her clit and brought them to my mouth. She tasted slightly sour. Tangy might be a better word.

I'd need to lick her pussy to capture a more accurate description.

She was busy at the moment. Making out with the guy whose penis I was slowly stroking. His cock was hard. Like really hard. Maybe they all got that hard, but it seemed unusually firm. I tried to judge the size in the dark. It didn't really matter, but it seemed normalish. Likely circumcised. Ben was definitely circumcised. I just knew it.

When they broke away, I felt her holding his head between her hands.

"You're amazing," she whispered to him.

"You're fucking incredible," he replied.

Seemed like they knew each other at least, right?

"Can I lick your pussy?" I interrupted. I hadn't thought of a way to be subtle. And it was dark, so what did it matter?

They both laughed. But it seemed like a nice laugh, not like they were laughing at me.

She pulled away in the dark, then I realized she was lying down. I reached out and found a thigh. It was clear she was spreading her legs for me.

Oh wow, cunnilingus!

I slid down toward her and kissed her thigh, then her other thigh, working myself lower until I found her pussy. I kissed it. Then kissed it again. Then I licked into her.

It was tangy.

And I liked it.

I licked deeper into her, my tongue pressing in aggressively. I licked her a few times until I realized I was just lapping at her without any real thought. She could probably totally sense I was a pussy-eating virgin.

I'd studied for this, though. There was an online course. It was meant to teach guys how to please women. I'd taken it anyway.

I seemed to have forgotten everything.

I licked up to her clit instead. I licked it gently with the wide part of my tongue. She moaned. And I kept up a steady rhythm.

I nearly yelped when my guy's hands came to my pussy. I was sticking it in the air in a perfect ass-up, face-down position. Too bad it was too dark for him to admire my form. I think Ben would have liked it. He rubbed the outside of my pussy, seeming content to just explore me.

Yes, that is a pussy. Please put something in it.

His finger finally slipped in. At first, he just barely teased my entrance, but when I pressed my hips back aggressively against his finger, he slipped it further in. I started pushing my hips back to ensure he found a rhythm. Really, I was just humping his hand. It felt really good, though. Especially with a pussy in my face.

I was having my first threesome, right? This counted. Niamh would be so proud of me. Assuming this wasn't Niamh's pussy I was lapping up, which it totally was.

The cock that might or might not have belonged to Ben brushed against my thigh as he continued to finger me. It was clear he was rubbing himself even as he fingered me. If he fingered my ass while he did this, I would totally cum.

Even as I thought about his cock, I tried to keep up my technique on the clit in front of me. Her hands came out and pulled my face aggressively against her pussy, and she started grinding her hips up and down against my tongue. Her moaning was getting louder, and she was so wet, like seriously, how did she manage to get so wet?

The cock behind me teased up my thigh. I knew I wanted it in me. I'd never had anonymous sex before. I'd never even fucked a guy on a first date. Honestly, I'd only been with four guys. My high school boyfriend who took my virginity. He was so sweet. Married now with three kids. A college guy who was at best a situationship. My boyfriend of ten years until we finally realized we had no desire to spend another ten years together. And one friends with benefits thing last summer that lasted two months until he ghosted me. That one made me cry.

So this mystery guy would be my fifth. An anonymous guy in the dark, while I licked a pussy. Not a bad start to my thirties, I guess.

"Would you mind, with your penis, fucking me?" I asked. Man, I was awkward.

"Of course."

"Just wear a condom."

He got up off the bed as I tried to keep licking her. He seemed to know where the condoms were because he went right toward something, and I heard the crinkle of a wrapper.

"Can you bring some lube as well? Just in case."

The mattress shifted as he got back on, and this time his hand came to my hip as he lined his cock right up against my pussy. I reached back and briefly touched it, just to make sure he'd actually put the condom on. He teased it against my entrance, then pressed in an inch. He held himself there, moving the head up and down slightly, teasing me.

Trust me, dude, I was ready.

I pushed my hips back and he slid in more. I worked to keep my tongue against the clit in front of me as he finally pushed into me.

"Oh fuck," she gasped as I was pressed further against her.

He bottomed out, then slowly pulled out. He kept up the slow rhythm, pushing all the way in, then pulling back until just his tip stayed inside me. I let him set the pace, hoping he would go rougher soon. While I waited, I slipped a finger into the pussy in front of me while picking up my rhythm on her clit.

"Just to warn you, I tend to squirt a little when I get fingered like that."

On me please!

"Like this?" I mumbled into her pussy as I pushed my finger in deeper. The dude behind me must have been turned on by that because he pressed harder into me.

Her fingers came down and grabbed my wrist. She adjusted my angle slightly and pressed my fingers in deeper.

"Do you want me to squirt?" she asked.

I just mumbled something that I hoped sounded like an affirmative.

"I'll warn you so you can move," she gasped.

Sure. Sure.

Her hips were moving faster against my mouth as I kept up the rhythm. It was kind of hard with the cock pounding me, but I knew I was capable. I'd make my bi sisters proud. The brethren would probably also appreciate it.

His hands gripped my ass and his thumbs spread me open, touching me just outside my ass crack. I tried to wiggle my butt so he'd take the hint and push something in there. Must have been too subtle.

Maybe-Niamh was moaning intensely now, and I tried to focus on her. I kept licking her clit as my fingers hooked upward slightly, curling into her.

"Yes, just like that. Just like that," she begged.

I kept going. Her pussy was leaking fluid around my fingers. Was that her squirt?

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum. I'm gonna squirt, baby. Look out."

I didn't move. I kept my tongue locked on her clit and my fingers inside her until she arched her back. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her. A splash of liquid hit my face and dripped down onto my chest.

Oh. My. God. Niamh had just squirted on my face. Or someone had.

She held herself there for a moment, tensed, back arched and pussy pointed toward my face until she collapsed into the mattress and lay still.

"Did I hit you?" she asked.

"It's okay."

She slid herself under me until her face was aligned with mine. She pulled me into a small, quick kiss.

"That was fucking amazing. You are such a good dyke."

Nobody had ever called me a dyke before. Could I be a dyke if I had a cock inside me?

We started making out as the guy behind me picked up his pace again. I needed something in my ass. Hopefully, he wouldn't be grossed out.

"If you want, you can put your thumb in my butt," I said.

"Seriously?" he asked. His thumb didn't wait for a response, though, and pressed against my asshole.

"Yes, just use some lube."

He stopped his thrusting and his hands disappeared. I heard the crack of a bottle, then his thumb was back on my butthole. He slipped it in without hesitating. He took his time, though.

I knew I wouldn't need to be too warmed up, though. One thing I knew for sure was that I loved anal. Not sure how it happened, but after my high school boyfriend asked to fuck my ass once, I was hooked. My long-term boyfriend honestly grew kind of sick of it. He treated it like a chore or a birthday gift to me. How lame was that? He was getting to fuck my ass. And I had a very nice ass.

My dildo back home probably complained about me in a similar way. "Do you know how often she makes me fuck her ass? Like seriously. Just constantly fucking her ass while she vibes her clit. And pow, orgasm. Every fucking time. It gets old."

He worked his thumb until it was deep inside me. Then went back to pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. He did have a good dick. Even if it wasn't Ben.

The woman below me slipped lower until she was licking my tits. This felt good. Like really good.

He grunted, and I was afraid he was close.

"Do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Do you like anal?" the girl asked, her mouth still at my tit.

"Yes."

"Hot."

"Are you sure?" the guy asked.

"I'd really like it if you did."

"I mean, if you want it," he said.

"Let me get you a new condom," potentially Niamh said. She slipped out from under me and hopped off the bed. Then she came back and handed something to him.

He pulled out of me, replaced the condom, and lined his cock up against my asshole.

Uhh, I might not have thought this through. What if this wasn't Ben? I was just going to let some anonymous guy fuck my ass?

I guess I was.

He lubed his cock and dripped a little more against my hole. Then he pressed in.

It stung for a moment as his head pushed in. Once he was inside, he held himself there.

Was this his first time fucking an ass? The way he held himself, allowing me to adjust, made him seem experienced. I bet all the ladies let Ben fuck them there. He was just so cute.

"Okay, you can go a little deeper," I said.

He pressed in and I gasped, but fought back the desire to clench against him.

Niamh slipped back under me and brought her hand to my clit as she kissed me.

Ben, or whoever, slowly worked himself in deeper as the burning gave way to the pure pleasure. I knew it would take only a minute or two and I would orgasm. I'd probably scream a little, just for fun. It's what you do at sex parties, right?

The door opened and I nearly jumped, even with a cock in my ass.

I glanced at the dim light from the doorway, but could only make out a silhouette. Someone closed the door and we were plunged back into darkness.

Damn, I should have looked down at the woman below me. I tried to remember whether I'd seen a glimpse of red. All I could remember, though, was the jump scare. Shoot.

"Mind if I join you?" the voice from the door asked. Clearly another dude.

Did it sound like Ben, though? That would be hard because Ben was busy fucking my ass. Right? Maybe there were two Bens.

Clones.

"Come aboard," the woman below me said.

The cock was still in my ass but seemed to just be holding himself there until we figured out what to do with clone Ben.

He crawled onto the bed.

"Mind if we touch you?" Niamh asked. Always remembering consent.

"Go ahead," the new guy said, then asked, "Mind if I touch you?"

I said, "Yes," right when the guy with his cock in my ass said, "Yes."

Wait, did yes mean we minded being touched or he could touch us?

"You can touch me," I clarified, unsure if it was necessary. Or maybe Ben was bi.

He crawled up near us and Niamh reached out and pulled him closer. I raised my hand and brushed bare skin. He'd clearly gotten naked before crawling on the bed. Everyone probably knew you did that at a sex party.

The cock in my ass started thrusting again, and I grunted.

"Can you add a little more lube?" I asked. He pulled out a bit and added some, then pushed back in.

Niamh pulled the new guy's cock closer. I leaned down and realized she was licking it. I gave it a tentative lick as well.

His cock tasted nice, like skin I guess. I don't know. It was good. I gave it a kiss, then another, then felt Niamh's lips and tongue from below. We basically made out on his cock while I got fucked in the ass.

The guy's hands brushed over my back, then slipped down and cupped my tit. Then he slid his hand down until he brushed my ass. His fingers stopped where a cock was thrusting in and out of me.

"Holy shit, are you in her ass?"

"Yes," Niamh laughed. "She loves it."

"Wow, I picked the exciting room."

"I bet they're just doing yoga in the other room," she joked.

The new guy's hand slipped down between my legs and to my pussy. He rubbed the outside and I let out a little moan.

"You like that?" he asked.

I had no idea who this new guy was. Despite the Ben-clone hypothesis, one of these two probably wasn't Ben. I realized I'd really convinced myself somewhere along the way that I was just having a threesome with Ben and Niamh. I'd gladly have a threesome with those two whenever they wanted.

But now, it was a foursome, and with at least one person I didn't know. It felt concerning. I wasn't the type to do that.

I didn't respond right away, as he slipped his finger into me. It felt good, though.

Fuck it.

"Do you want to fuck my pussy?" I asked.

"Now?" he said.

"You can have a turn," the guy in my ass said.

"No, like you fuck my pussy and he stays in my ass."

"You want to be DP'd?" new guy asked.

"Yes," I barely whispered.

"You are amazing," the guy in my ass said, then bent down and kissed me from behind. Then he pulled out of my ass. Niamh moved and the guy lay on the bed. I nearly forgot the condom until Niamh handed it to me. I ripped it open and slipped it on him, then lowered myself onto his cock until he bottomed out inside me. Then I leaned forward, presenting my ass back to Ben's cock.

My face pressed against the new guy's neck. Ben lined up and pressed back into my ass.

Holy shit, it felt so full. I'd done this with dildos lots of times. I made my boyfriend fuck me while I pressed a large dildo up my ass as well, but these two, in the dark, felt different. It was intense.

Niamh settled in beside me, rubbing my back.

"You okay, baby?"

"Yeah, just be gentle."

The guy below me, the one in my pussy, just held himself inside me as the cock in my ass slowly worked in and out.

It was intense, but the orgasm wasn't going to take long. I shifted my hips, grinding down on the pubic bone of the guy below me. Fuck, just like that.

I heard Ben grunt behind me. I needed him to hold out just a few seconds longer. He picked up the pace and worked his cock into my ass.

And then it happened. My asshole gripped him, and I heard him swearing as I leaned in and kissed the guy below me. I came while I kissed him, moaning into his mouth.

And then, just because it felt right, I let out the loudest moan, like a real pornographic moan.

And I collapsed onto mystery guy number two. Guy number one kept up his pace until a few moments later he slammed into me and held himself there. I felt the pulse even through the condom.

"Fuck, I can feel you cumming in her," the guy below me said.

"Fucking hot," Niamh whispered as she continued to rub my back. Ben slipped out of my ass and I just lay against the guy below me.

"Are you close?" Niamh asked.

"Probably," he said.

"Want me to get him off?" she asked me.

I rolled off, still in a haze, and lay at his side. She got between his legs and I heard her deep-throating him. I lay there with my eyes closed, listening to her work his cock. The door opened and Ben or whoever slipped out. I was once again too late to tell who.

Then the guy beside me was cumming and Niamh was crawling up beside me.

We all lay in a cuddle puddle just holding each other.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yeah."

I must have drifted off to sleep while we lay together. I woke up with a blanket over me, alone, still naked. I lay there for a moment wondering if everyone was gone. Maybe it was morning. I couldn't believe I did that. Was it too soon to masturbate to it? God, they were incredible. It had to be Niamh and Ben.

I flipped on the light and put my costume back on, then walked out. A new sign was on my door. It just read, "Temporarily Closed. Sorry for the inconvenience."

I walked to the end of the hall and paused at the curtain, listening to the party still going on the other side of it. Then I slipped through.

Niamh saw me and smiled. She was sitting with Ben on the couch. The witch sat beside them.

"Are you enjoying the party?" he asked.

Fuck, I realized I had no idea if it was them.