Holly's Halloween Horror Pt. 01

The college bell ended what had been a gruelling biology lesson and marked the beginning of lunchtime for a famished Rose. She was far more interested in the smell of bacon emanating from the nearby cafeteria, as opposed to the anatomy of the associated animal and the dissection of its heart.

"Enjoy your birthday!" shouted the perverted middle-aged teacher who clearly had the hots for a smiling Rose. Indeed, she enjoyed the benefits of being attractive, and much to the annoyance of the hard-working students, she'd undeservedly found herself protected and overperforming. Unashamedly, she wanted everyone to know that today she was eighteen. Therefore, she sported a sparkling golden tiara and a pink sash that read 'princess', matching the colour of her bra, which glowed underneath her somewhat translucent tight shirt. Knowing she could get away with her choice of attire, she enjoyed the attention she got from the other students. As a result of her appearance and behaviour, they were either jealous, lustful, or both.

Eventually, the classroom quickly emptied, leaving Rose to pack up her notes and stationery. She lingered around, waiting to go to lunch with one of her many sycophantic friends. Combined with the sudden cold autumnal air, the silence within the now vacant classroom created a rather eerie atmosphere. Rose got the chilling impression she was no longer alone. However, after a few moments, her impatience and paranoia subsided when she heard echoing footsteps approaching from the corridor outside. Assuming it was her tardy friend, she stood up and rummaged through her bag for her makeup. She then began reapplying her lipstick whilst bending over the wooden, seventies-style classroom laboratory bench.

"You took your sweet arse time. Never keep a birthday girl waiting for dinner," she scornfully stated as the footsteps slowly crept into the classroom and encroached on her from behind. Unbeknownst to Rose, it wasn't her friend. Instead, it was another girl from her year called Holly, who succumbed to Rose's favouritism. Standing less than a metre away, she slowly rolled her perverted eyes up Rose's legs, admiring her gorgeous figure.

Rose was wearing a pair of shiny black high-heeled stilettos exposing her feet, and a pair of tight black leggings inadvertently revealing the top of her bright pink T-string. Provocatively, Rose's Lycra hugged her legs and maximized her sex appeal to an onlooking Holly, who fixated her ogling gaze on her thigh gap and rounded hips. Furthermore, Rose's protruding posterior was a mere inch away from Holly's swollen pussy bulge, which throbbed, pulsated, and gurgled at the sight of her arching over the wooden bench. Rose continued to unsuspectingly apply her glossy pink lipstick to her Cupid's bow lips.

"Fine, stay quiet, just remember I hate creeps like--EEKK!" she gasped, dropping and smashing her circular make-up mirror, which revealed the apparition of a fat-faced, eye-bulging, and spectre-looking Holly from over her shoulder. She nervously stood up and turned around.

"Princess?" Holly stated, whilst filling Rose's nose with a whiff of pungent bad breath. Despite her avoiding Holly in college, the strong smell reminded Rose of their occasional proximity in the locker rooms prior to gym class. A chill went down her spine at the thought of removing her clothes once more in front of a closely watching Holly. Indeed, her confusing looks were androgynous to Rose. There were spots scattered over her greasy round face, and a boil on her large upturned nose. Her short red hair was slimy, covered in dandruff, and her lips were chapped and badly cracked. Gruesomely, her rather fat belly pushed over her black tights and under her tight shirt, causing her large outie belly button to protrude close to Rose's navel. Certainly, she was ghastly.

"Yes, it's my birthday," she bluntly replied, hoping to banish Holly. But it was evident she wanted more from a timid Rose.

"You look delicious!" Holly stated, licking her lips.

"Thanks," she timidly retorted, haunted by her unwanted presence. Rose took a further look beyond Holly's horrifying belly button, and could make out her bulging camel toe. To her horror, it appeared to be breathing, sounding like a bubbling cauldron.

"Would you like a birthday dance?" Holly asked with a piercing glare through Rose's brown hooded eyes, smiling and exposing her braces. Rose was immobilized, hypnotized by Holly's spell.

"Yeah, sure," she politely accepted. Holly placed her grubby hands over Rose's curved hips and pushed their bodies together. She made sure to squish her larger pumpkins tightly into her smaller dumplings, and mash her rounded potbelly into her sleek banana abdomen. Rose became nauseous as she felt Holly bulbous outie belly button enter her deep naval, and her lively pussy bump cushioning against hers like a swollen gestation sack. Indeed, these massaging and tickling intrusions gradually grew into her.

Guided by Holly's clasping hands, the pair provocatively swayed their hips, dancing to eerie silence. All that could be heard was the awkward clacking of stilettos and shuffling feet on the wooden flooring. Holly took a moment to savour Rose's smoky wood scent from her perfume before looking into her eyes. The princess was beautiful, she thought, whilst running one of her forking hands through Rose's long, golden, lusciously straight hair, exposing a golden Latin cross earring.

"How about a birthday kiss?" Holly questioned with her thumb tracing an arc over the top of her thigh with her other hand. A confused Rose wasn't sure if her question was matriarchal or patriarchal in nature. She gulped nervously.

"Yeah," she submissively replied again. A suspenseful pause followed before Holly moved her fat pig face into Rose's. She could feel her piercing from her aquiline nose chafing against the side of her snotty snout in the process. Certainly, a pair of glossy lips sealed with malnourished lips for a growing deep kiss that belonged in a zombie horror film as Rose felt like she was being eaten by Holly. She could now taste bacon as her gargoyle tongue sloppily slid into her mouth, gorging on her like a carnal feast.

Through the thin layers of their leggings, a devoured Rose felt Holly's large, breathing vulva expand over her own. Its outer lips grew and encapsulated her smaller bulge, locking into place. Like it had an uncontrollable mind of its own, Holly's clasping vulva began to lightly slurp, making loud squelching noises, reminiscent of an elderly person sucking an ice cream. Rose felt her labia being massaged to the point of climax.

"Can I have a drink with your cake?" Holly demonically requested, droning as she began caressing Rose's bum with her hands, like a baker kneading dough. Whimpering in intense orgasm, Rose kindly offered. Her milk was sucked through her thong and both of their leggings, deep into Holly's gulping, vacuous womb. Satisfied, Holly broke the kiss and the pair stopped waltzing. In silence, she slid her hands off Rose's hips, ripping her 'princess' sash off her shoulder and tossing it next to the broken make-up mirror. She then slowly stepped back and turned to slink her way out of the door. Her ethereal footsteps faded down the corridor to eventual silence.

After a minute of recomposing herself, Rose's friend wandered in as she stared vacantly at the door, looking pale. Her bum pushed against the laboratory table.

"What's up? Did you see a ghost?" her friend scoffed.