Once Upon a Halloween

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun.)

(Author’s Note: So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a story after facing some burnout on Senior Year Memories, and I’m trying something a little different this time. This will be a limited series with a light canon, meaning that while the chapters will all be related by characters and location, it won’t be explicitly necessary to read every chapter to know what’s going on. Each chapter will be its own thing, and can be enjoyed independently. I hope you enjoy! I also want to give special thanks to fellow Literotica author and SYM reader Lil_kitty for many excellent ideas and acting as a second set of eyes on this story, and for letting me know what did and didn’t work; if you get a chance, please check out her work and drop some stars if you enjoyed, she writes some very hot and fun stories.)

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Briar’s Mill, California wasn’t much of a town to look at. Not quite suburban and not quite rural, it lay in a middle-ground of uncertainty that had it perpetually looking like a town out of a PG-13 80s adventure movie featuring a bunch of kids solving mysteries on bicycles, but not one that could afford to be filmed in a nicer town. Oh sure, it had quaint businesses and family homes that had been in many a family for many generations, but if you looked close enough, half of those businesses were boarded up, or were soon to be replaced by their big chain counterparts, while the local Briar’s Mill Mall was barely holding on. Most of the nearby farms were on the verge of failure, and while many of the older families stuck around, many more had long since parted.

As a matter of fact, there were pretty much only two things the town was noteworthy for.

The first, was being the hometown of a reasonably well-known pornstar named Alexis Ashe, but considering that wasn’t something that you put on signs (and her reputation for being up for anything on camera), it wasn’t exactly something Briar’s Mill boasted about.

The second, however, was something they’d put far more pride into: they did Halloween right.

Between two of the still operating farms nearby specializing in growing pumpkins, and the abandoned gothic manor that was the Higgins House at the west edge of town (naturally claimed to be haunted), it was a reputation that only came naturally, and one the town leaned into. Being Instagram-ready for the seasonal crowd wasn’t saving the town from failure, but it was slowing the downward spiral. People would come from far and wide for a Halloween experience in Briar’s Mill, taking in the Briar’s Mill Halloween Carnival just off Main Street, or a Halloween movie marathon at the Camelot Theater, or even just trick or treat at the many amazing yard displays.

It was a magical time of year in Briar’s Mill, a time of possibility and wonder, where anything could happen to anyone, and for ten seniors of Briar’s Mill High School who had been friends since childhood, each would find something that night that would make it particularly memorable…

***

It was the afternoon of Halloween, and a man in a grim reaper’s robe walked up and down the seasonally decorated Main Street handing out fliers to anyone he didn’t recognize.

“Come on down, that’s right I said come on down, to the Mortuary of Doom Haunted House! You can skip the entire rest of the carnival because it’s the only thing you need to see. Why’s that, you say? Well, for one simple reason: it’ll scare the shit out of you!” he declared with great pride.

Very little of this was in the script he was given to promote the haunted house, but 18-year-old Miguel de la Cruz had never exactly been one for following scripts. He was a handsome young man with a confident grin, well-groomed black hair, warm brown eyes and a muscular physique that had served him well with the ladies. If he’d followed scripts his entire life, he wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun, and with this being his last year in Briar’s Mill before college, he was going to have as much fun as humanly possible.

If it had been up to him, he would have gone his entire senior year without working, but with money tight and the kind of fun he had in mind requiring some extra income, he wasn’t averse to taking the occasional part-time job. Handing out fliers for the local haunted house attraction was pretty easy as after school jobs went, and since the actual attraction was pretty fucking scary for a local haunt, he had no problem hyping the place up. It wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t rather be out with his friends Richie and Lucas and Bobby raising some hell tonight, but since the money was good and he knew how to make his own fun on the job, he wasn’t too worried about missing out on one last Halloween.

And speaking of fun…

There were two of them, college girls by the looks of them, both of them fashionably dressed in tight, revealing outfits. They weren’t costume-ready for Halloween, but definitely looked like they were the kinds of girls who were here more for the pics than the experience the way they were glued to their cell phones. The girl on the left had long, blonde hair and big blue eyes, while the one on the right was Asian, with her jet-black hair cut in a short bob. They were both at least a head shorter than him, and both had everything that would draw a woman to Miguel’s attention: huge tits (at least a D-cup on each of them), and tight, round asses.

Sidling up next to them was one of the easiest things Miguel had ever done in his life.

“Hello ladies. Looking to get scared? Mortuary of Doom Haunted House tickets are still on sale, but they’re going fast…” he said, holding a flier out to the blonde.

“No thanks; I didn’t come here to be scared,” the blonde said with some faint disgust.

Her friend grabbed the flier instead, looking on it with some amusement, “Oh, come on, Tiffany! Live a little; we’re only here for the night, and it’s Halloween! Why not get a good scare?”

“Because, Sandra, I don’t like it, alright?” Tiffany replied, crossing her arms under her impressive breasts. The way her tight, midriff-baring t-shirt hugged them as she hiked her tits up… well, it made Miguel a very happy spectator.

The way she talked, Miguel thought that Tiffany might be a little bit of a ditz, while Sandra seemed like she might be more on the fun-loving side, not to mention the brains of the operation. It was times like this that he loved not having a type, aside from a proclivity towards chestier girls; options were always fun to play around with.

“But it’s Halloween! We’re supposed to be scared, a little!” Sandra protested.

“I don’t have to do what I don’t wanna do, alright?” Tiffany shot back.

“You know, you’re right,” Miguel said smoothly. “You don’t have to be scared if you don’t want to be scared, and thankfully for you, there’s a lot of things you can do in town tonight that are both fun, and hardly frightening. Why, with the proper guide…”

Tiffany smiled, her full lips curling into a grin. “See? This guy knows how it works.”

Sandra rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m gonna check out the haunted house. You do what you want, I’m gonna get scared. If you’re gonna chicken out and be a bitch about it…”

Miguel knew goading when he saw it, and appreciated the assist from Sandra. Tiffany lunged a hand out, grabbing one of the fliers from his hands.

“Fine, I’ll try the stupid haunted house, but if I need fucking therapy after this, you’re paying for it,” Tiffany said.

“I’ll take those odds,” Sandra said, looking over the flier before her eyes widened. “Wait a sec, entry to the haunted house is forty bucks?”

“Yeah,” Miguel answered.

“No thank you; give me something special, and I’ll pay forty bucks, but a small-town haunted house I’ve never heard of before? Yeah, no, that’s too much,” Sandra replied.

“Would it make a difference if I told you it was going to a good cause? Because it is,” Miguel said, smiling. “Proceeds go to a number of school programs ’round town, with special attention paid this year toward helping revitalize our library’s children’s section. You wanna help the kids, don’tcha?”

Sandra looked thoughtful. “It does sound good, but… we don’t have that kind of money to throw around; we want to be able to spread it around, you know?”

“So, wait, first you wanna go and then you don’t wanna go, and all this after you twist my arm into going? Make up your fuckin’ mind, Sandy,” Tiffany said, annoyed.

Miguel prided himself in his ability to think on his feet, and when he had a couple of hotties on the hook he was more than happy to think even faster than usual.

“Well, lucky for you ladies, you happen to know a bona fide employee of the haunted house in question. I could probably get you in cheaper than that,” Miguel said.

“With what, your employee discount?” Tiffany asked.

“Well, that was my plan,” he admitted. It was a time for a big play, one that could either backfire tremendously, or work out very, very well. “Though if you want to try to talk me into getting you in for free, I’ll listen.”

Tiffany, ditzy as she was, didn’t seem to catch his meaning right away, but Sandra understood right away. She gave him a look, a difficult proposition in his flowing robe, but must have found his face handsome enough to consider him.

“What did you have in mind?” Sandra asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What are you offering?” Miguel returned. Sandra grinned at his confidence, while Tiffany appeared to be racking her brain for what they had to offer.

The blonde snapped her fingers. “Ooh, I got it! We got some really, really hot pics; will that be enough to get us in?”

“They’d have to be some hot fucking pics,” Miguel replied.

“Oh, we got hot fucking pics,” Tiffany answered, mischievous.

Miguel thought about this. On any other day, this would have been more than enough to get his attention, but it was Halloween and he was on the job. Nonetheless, he was also feeling playful, and there were very few things he wouldn’t do for some suitably hot pics. “Tell you what, let’s make it a game. Whoever sends me the hottest pic gets in free. Sound like fun?”

Miguel had been counting on Sandra’s playfulness, and the busty Asian girl more than delivered when she answered, “Oh, this is going to be *so* fun.”

Yeah, Miguel had to admit, there were worse nights he could be working than Halloween.

***

Standing across the street, a handful of Miguel’s friends ate ice cream from one of the carnival’s street vendors who’d opened up early for the evening and watched the scene unfold as he smooth-talked his way into the good graces of two bona fide hotties. Though this was hardly an unfamiliar sight when it came to Miguel, the unlikelihood of what was occurring still bore noting.

“I don’t know how the hell he does it,” Jacob Wright said. Tall, blonde and as muscular as he was handsome, on paper he should have understood exactly what worked for Miguel. He had his reasons, though, and his friends understood them well enough to not give him a hard time for it.

He continued, “It doesn’t take any thought for him, no consideration, no weighing options, all he does is walk up to them and start talking and then he has them all giggly and in the palm of his hand. It’s as easy to him as breathing or walking. I don’t get it.”

Sadie Fuentes, a petite and short Latina whose fashion sense bordered on somewhere between tomboyish and goth yet was still distinctly her own, looked at her friend across the street and answered Jacob, “Some of us are simply gifted, and that boy there he’s among them. Good genes, natural confidence, never had a bad thing happen to him in his life… he’s gifted by luck.”

“Why can’t we all be gifted with that kind of luck?” Jacob asked, envying how easy everything seemed to come to Miguel.

“Not how life works, man. Just roll with the punches and play the cards you’re dealt,” Sadie suggested.

Jacob sighed, swirling the remnants of his pumpkin ice cream around his cup. “Yeah, like that’s worked for me so far.”

“Give it time, man. You’ll make it work,” Sadie said, patting her friend on the back before she came up with what felt like the world’s most brilliant idea. “Should we fuck with him? We should fuck with him. I think we should fuck with him. Guys, what do you think of fucking with Miguel?”

“Let’s not fuck with him,” Jacob suggested. “What’s to gain there?”

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun!” Sadie suggested. “A little trick to make him work harder for his treat?”

While Sadie was all for playing a prank, Jacob and their other three friends seemed less enthused.

Sean Donner, a thoughtful and somewhat sad-looking boy with dark hair, replied, “I’m with Jacob. Miguel’s having a good time, let’s not fuck with it? It’s Halloween, and some of us should be having fun without needing to worry about whether or not that fun would last. Besides, he’s working and you know he needs the money, and you wouldn’t want someone messing with you while you were on the job, would you?”

“It’s barely a job the way he does it,” Sadie said, blowing some of her dark curls from in front of her eyes, her face betraying that she had to admit Sean had a point. “But… fine, you don’t want me to fuck with him, I won’t fuck with him.”

“Thanks,” Sean replied, smiling warmly. By all rights, the two of them shouldn’t have been friends; Sean was a quiet, hard worker, and Sadie was a wild child party girl known for finishing as many fights as she had started. Interests-wise, they hadn’t much in common, but that didn’t stop them from being the closest of friends, especially lately after Sean’s breakup. After his girlfriend, Anna, had broken up with him, Sadie had been the best friend a guy could ask for (when she wasn’t threatening to burn Anna’s house to the ground anyway), a true ally and confidante. In a rare move for her, she was even willing to handle Sean with a fair amount of sensitivity, but that only meant she went harder at the rest of her friends, and even worse toward her enemies.

“But know this,” Sadie said theatrically, twirling around and standing before her friends. “There will come a time when all of our minds are one when it comes to whether or not to fuck with Miguel de la Cruz, and on that day, I will strike, oh how I will strike down upon him with great vengeance and furious anger the likes of which he has never seen! Oh yes, there will be striking!”

As usual when Sadie was overly dramatic, this got a fair round of laughter from her friends. Well, to those who understood it was a joke anyway.

“Awww, I wanted to see Sadie strike! She’s soooo good at it! Like what she did at Holden’s party last year? Or Jones’s party last year? Or pretty much any party last year? Man that was one helluva year; lotta cop cars. It was soooooo funny every time… I wanted to see Sadie strike,” Hana Nakamura pouted. The busty and more than a little ditzy Japanese cheerleader may have looked the most out of place of anyone in the friend group standing and watching Miguel, but while it may have looked like she traveled in very different circles, she was as beloved and necessary as any of them for the history they had together.

“Next time, sweetness,” Sadie said, playfully leering at her old friend.

“Yay!” Hana exclaimed, jumping up and down and splashing a little melted ice cream on her shirt. “Ah, crap.”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing some of that great vengeance sometime; assuming whoever’s on the receiving end is deserving anyway,” said Simon Greene, looking a little jealously at Miguel as he worked his magic. The black nerd may not have been as gawky and awkward to the others since he started working out and really buffed up, but his voice was every bit as timid as they were accustomed to.

“Give it time; Sadie will make good,” Jacob said, nodding, amused, at Sadie, a nod that she readily returned. While he had always been jealous of Sadie’s decisiveness, it was also something that he admired in her, even if it meant one of their other friends was going to get pranked somewhere down the time.

Sean sighed. “I really don’t see what you’re all fussing about; there’s gonna be playtime to go around for all of you tonight. It is Halloween, after all.”

“Couldn’t get off work at the Camelot?” Simon asked, sympathetic.

“Nope,” Sean replied. “Not sure I want to, really. Work’s an easy distraction.”

Tossing her ice cream cup in a nearby trash can, Hana bounded over and wrapped her arms around Sean in a big and enthusiastic bear hug, yet even her huge tits crushed against him wasn’t enough to get a smile. “Awww, come on, Sean, it’s Halloween! This isn’t time for moping! This is time for fun! You don’t need to worry about that b-i-t-c-h that dumped ya, not when you got Halloween and friends like us!”

Sadie shot her a look for potentially opening up one of Sean’s fresh wounds, but he looked pretty nonplussed as he extricated himself from the cheerleader’s enthusiastic embrace.

“Hey, work’s work, what can I say?” he said, noncommittal. “It’s too late to ask for a schedule change now, anyway.”

“Yeah, but you’re only eighteen once, and Hana is right in her way; you should find some way to find your fun tonight. Why not just call in sick and come with me to Becky Hardesty’s party? You know it’s gonna suck there, but I’m planning on starting and ending some shit to make it interesting,” Sadie said, her smile devilish but her meaning vague. Whether she was going after an enemy or just starting trouble for fun was something only she knew, and Sean didn’t seem all that enthusiastic to find out.

Simon rolled her eyes at this. “Or you could come to the carnival with the rest of us. Jacob and Blair and Hana and me, we’re all gonna hit it up, aren’t we guys?”

Hana squealed with joy. “Oh, you know it! I’m probably gonna leave early and be a bit naughty, though…”

With Hana, this was nothing new or noteworthy, though whether she’d pull off her intended naughtiness or go home pouting was another matter entirely. Still, with her sex doll body and can-do attitude, it was best not to underestimate her, as she could be remarkably persistent once she had set her mind to something. There were still stories going around about the legendary shit she pulled after getting pissed off that she lost the Homecoming Queen title, mostly involving her getting caught fucking the Queen’s father and the Queen’s best friend at the same time.

Jacob, on the other hand, looked rather uncomfortable at the prospect of being out with the others, not that this was anything new or noteworthy either. Noncommittally, he said, “Yeah… I’ll just need to get my costume first; no big deal, right?”

“See?” Simon said. “You can be surrounded by friends if you want.”

“I can be surrounded by friends anytime, ’cause you guys are awesome,” Sean shot back.

Simon retorted, “Well, fine, be with friends and help me conquer the hay maze? I’ve heard it’s hard this year, but I plan on kicking its ass, and some assistance would be appreciated.”

Sean laughed a little, and felt good at being able to laugh. “It’s all good guys, really. Really! I could use the money, and I like the people I work with. It’s really not gonna be that bad for me.”

“We know,” Sadie said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and squeezing him purposefully too tight. “We just wantcha to know we got your back.”

“Definitely,” Hana said, then looking at her phone. “Ah, crap, sorry guys, I gotta get to the mall; I promised Blair I’d help her look after Richie and Lucas and Bobby, and you know how those guys get if they don’t get some proper adult supervision. Byeeeeeeee!”

Amused at how bad her timing was for abandoning him after agreeing to have his back, Sean watched her walk away and barely held back a laugh. Even with Sadie’s leanings towards mischief and Hana’s terrible timing, Sean was happy that his friends were having fun even if he wasn’t really. He had known in the abstract that breakups were never fun, but had been hopeful enough to not have to understand what one was like. In retrospect, that had been a foolish attitude, but then again, he had been fairly foolish, hadn’t he?

He looked across the street, watching as Miguel so easily handled these matters. The man was an artist when it came to the ladies, one that he would have to study and learn the wisdom of one day, no doubt. Why, the way Miguel and the girls were looking at their phones right now, Sean had no doubt that his friend was getting their phone numbers at this very moment…

***

In a way, Sean was half right.

He was right that Miguel had gotten Tiffany and Sandra’s phone numbers.

He was wrong, however, about the timing. Miguel had gotten their numbers quite a while ago already, and he was looking at something quite different now in his most recent texts, namely a picture of Tiffany’s shapely ass.

The lightly tanned blonde was gifted in this department, with a round, full ass with perfectly even cheeks. The picture she had shared to his phone was borderline lewd, but not quite all the way there either, as it was a close-up of her ass bisected by the tiniest strip of bright green fabric from a thong bikini. The way it filled the picture up, though… it was enough to get him nice and hard at the thought of what it would look like in person.

“I hate to say it, Sandra,” he said. “But I think Tiffany just took the lead.”

Huffy, Sandra jumped over to take a look at his phone. She pursed her lips, annoyed, then said to her friend, “You really think that’ll do it?”

Smirking proudly, Tiffany replied, “Only ’cause you wouldn’t know how to take a slutty pic to save your life.”

“Oh, please,” Sandra replied, “I could out-slut you any day of the week; I just wasn’t ready to bust out the big guns yet.”

“Then bring ’em out, bi-yatch,” Tiffany teased.

“Fine, you want the big guns? I’ll bust out big guns. Just remember when this war’s over, that you were the one who escalated it,” Sandra replied.

Miguel smiled slyly, quite pleased with how this afternoon was going. When he had begun encouraging them to share pics, he had simply hoped for some modeling shots, maybe a few good bikini pics. While it had looked like they might have some wild sides to them, he knew it was also best not to assume. If he got some cheap thrills out of it, so much the better.

For the past few minutes, however, these girls had been delivering the goods and then some. At first they started out pretty tame, some nice pictures of each of them made up and dressed in their tight, fashionable and oh so revealing clothes, but the moment he started to show any favoritism to one girl, the other would one-up her. Modeling shots soon transformed to bikini and underwear pictures, each of them showing more luscious skin than the last, and now they had gotten to the point of downright lewdness. Tiffany was by far the more unrestrained of the two, but Sandra had a competitive streak with her friend that kept her in the running as one-ups went.

Miguel had been waiting to see how Sandra meant to one-up her friend, and when his phone dinged, he couldn’t help but open the new message with some curiosity.

What he saw, however, made even his experienced eyes go wide.

The picture was unmistakably Sandra, and she was standing in front of a mirror with her phone held out to take the picture. Instead of another delicious picture of her standing in a bathing suit or underwear, she was standing mostly naked in front of the mirror. Her shirt was pulled up over her massive, DD-cup tits, revealing full, firm breasts with even firmer dark nipples mounted proudly and staring out at him. They begged to be sucked, squeezed, and to have your cock slid between them…

But that wasn’t where the view stopped, no. When Sandra said she would bust out the big guns, she really meant it. In addition to her tits being on full display, her pants had been pulled down to her mid-thighs, revealing her pussy beneath a dark thatch of hair. In the picture, she reached down with her free hand to part the lips and put them on full display.

“Wow,” Miguel said, impressed with how this had escalated.

“Yeah, pretty fucking great, right?” Sandra said, smug. “My ex may not have appreciated the pic enough, but if it gets me a free ticket, I’ll say it was a pic well worth taking.”

Tiffany huffed and tried to dart around Miguel and Sandra, trying to take a look at what she had sent. Both of them, however, were quick enough to avoid this, Sandra hiding her phone, while Miguel angled himself to keep the nude to himself.

“You can say that again,” Miguel said, pulling himself back into some semblance of his usual control. “Sharing nudes is a fine and delicate art, but I’d say you can get a man to do pretty much anything with a well-shared nude.”

“And was this a picture well-shared?” Sandra asked.

“I’d most certainly say it was,” Miguel said, sighing dramatically and shrugging toward Tiffany. “I’m afraid your friend has taken a very considerable lead by being the first to bust out the nuclear option.”

When Tiffany next jumped around to take a look at his phone (her tits jiggling very nicely in the process, Miguel observed), this time he let her see. Her face grew red with anger as she whirled on Sandra.

“You didn’t say nudes were on the table!” Tiffany huffed.

“He didn’t say they weren’t either. Don’t blame me for going there first; I was just playing smart,” Sandra said, smirking.

“I think you were playing slutty,” Tiffany replied.

“Says the girl who sent a pic with all her ass right out there and in his face,” Sandra says. “Admit it, Tiff, I gotcha beat. There’s no shame in that.”

“Oh no, it ain’t over ’til it’s over, and it’s far from over, Sandy,” Tiffany shot back, scrolling through her phone before looking particularly smug in her own way. Grinning, she sent another picture to Miguel.

“Yeah, you’re not gonna be able to beat this one,” Tiffany added.

By this point, Miguel was nearly painfully hard from what these girls were sending him. The next picture Tiffany sent… well, it certainly didn’t make it any easier. Like Sandra, she’d sent a nude, but unlike her friend, Tiffany was completely nude. Her tanned, toned body was on full display, from her equally massive tits topped by pink nipples with wide areolas, to her landing-strip framed pussy with prominent, pink lips. Like Sandra’s picture, she was playing with her pussy, but had instead gone for something significantly larger than her hand, namely a very thick dildo that she had standing straight up on the floor that was buried halfway into her splayed-open cunt.

Miguel smiled. He’d thought he had a good read on them when he proposed this game, but even now he had to admit that it worked far better than he ever could have hoped. Now if only he could find a way of pushing this to the next level.

“That’s… well, what more can I say to that than wow as well,” Miguel said.

“Hey, you said wow to her,” Tiffany pouted. “You know that pic’s better, you owe me better than wow.”

Miguel stroked his chin. “You know what, you’re right, I do owe you better than a wow.”

When Tiffany took on a superior look at this perceived victory, he added, “I owe both of you more than a wow, because I could not have expected to see such perfection when I proposed this little game. I dare say you humble this poor grim reaper on this glorious day where we celebrate the balance of life and death… but since death is no fun, I’ll be happy to choose a celebration of life. With all of my power granted as an employee of the Mortuary of Doom Haunted House experience, I will certainly get the two of you fine ladies tickets completely free of charge.”

“Fuck yeah!” Tiffany said, holding her hand for Sandra to high five.

Sandra didn’t return the high-five, as she looked Miguel up and down appraisingly. She could clearly read between the lines of where this was going, and didn’t seem to be put off by that idea.

“And that’s all?” Sandra asked.

Miguel grinned. “Well, there is some time yet before the house opens this evening; what would you ladies say to a personal, behind the scenes tour where I’ll be happy to show you my appreciation for the pictures in a way that lines up with the appreciation you deserve?”

“Huh?” Tiffany asked.

“He means sex,” Sandra said, continuing to appraise him. “He’s propositioning us for sex. You do mean sex, right?”

“Well, it doesn’t *have* to mean sex, but… it could, if you want,” Miguel said.

Sandra thought about it for a fraction of a second. “Yeah, I’m down. Tiff?”

The blonde’s big blue eyes lit up, sparkling as she eyed Miguel. “Sure! It’s been a while since we’ve done a threesome, sounds like fun!”

Smiling, Miguel put an arm around both of the ladies and began to walk them toward the haunted house. It was still abandoned and would be for some hours more before it opened for the evening, allowing him a fair bit of private time with the ladies. While Tiffany giggled and gossiped with Sandra, and Sandra ran a hand over Miguel, feeling for his muscles through the costume, he looked over across the street at his friends and smirked. As usual, they looked a mix of embarrassed and impressed at what he had pulled off. It would have been a sweeter victory if Richie and Lucas were here so he could rub it in their faces, but the amusement brought by the others would have to do.

While he’d first bemoaned the prospect of working Halloween night instead of raising some hell with his friends, he had to admit that this job did have its occasional fringe benefits. After all, how could any of his friends top this?

***

“Fucking Miguel!” Bobby Lambert bemoaned as he searched through the racks of the cheap Halloween store that had opened in the Briar’s Mill Mall. “He’s got all the luck!”

“It ain’t all luck,” Hana chided back, watching the boys browse Halloween costumes as she hung back with her best friend Blair. “Guy’s got skills.”

Bobby grumbled. Miguel was tall, muscular and handsome, and Bobby knew that he was none of these things. He knew he wasn’t ugly, not by a longshot, but compared to Miguel he was plain and short. At just a shade over 5’5″ and well past any chance of a last-minute growth spurt, it had led Bobby to always be a little disgruntled when he compared himself to his other male friends. He also knew that when he was capable of pulling his head out of his ass that he could almost be cute, and had had a couple girlfriends through high school often with the wingman assistance of friends like Miguel, but his own insecurities often led to him ruining good things.

“Some of it’s luck, still, even by your own words,” Bobby retorted.

“Hey, Bobby?” Blair Eklund asked.

“Yeah?” Bobby replied, suddenly chastened. He’d been friends with Blair almost as long as he could walk, and had learned a fair amount of respect for her. The athletic black girl may have been a couple inches shorter than him, but made up for it with a commanding presence and beauty that had served her well in both school politics and sports. While he may have been in a sarcastic, annoyed mood, she could easily remove his momentum.

“You’re being a dick. It’s not a good look on you. Lighten up, alright?” Blair said.

His grumble now carrying considerably less bite, he replied, “Yeah, alright… sorry, it’s just this whole being grounded on Halloween thing, folks outta town and I can’t leave the fucking house without getting in trouble, it’s got me going a little crazy.”

“I know, and it sucks, but try not to take it out on everyone else?” Blair suggested.

“Yeah, yeah,” he replied, before nodding. “I’ll try better. I fucked up, I get it, I just wish they’d cut me some slack on Halloween.”

From out of a nearby aisle, a tall boy wearing a hockey mask and wielding a big, plastic machete, jumped out, swinging the weapon at Bobby. While Bobby and Hana may have yelped some at the sudden intrusion, Blair was less than impressed.

“Really, Richie? Really?” she said.

Richie Olson pulled his mask up onto his forehead. “Oh, come on, it was funny!”

“It wasn’t funny,” Blair said.

“I disagree,” he declared, thrusting his plastic machete into the air. “For Halloween is a night of freedom, liberty and mayhem, and in bringing this chaos, I declare it was funny!”

Blair shook her head, annoyed, but didn’t say anything. If she hadn’t known Richie for so long, and known what a decent enough guy he could be when he wasn’t a jackass, she likely would have kicked his ass to the curb ages ago. After all, he was a blonde jock who had had everything handed to him on a silver platter because he had good looks and a rich enough family. She had been helping him deal with one mess or another for most of their lives, and while she was waiting for the day that his attitude would bite him in the ass, she knew it wasn’t likely to be anytime soon.

“Whatever,” Blair said.

“Whatever,” Hana agreed. Blair smiled at her, a little nervous. She and Hana had agreed to pick each other’s Halloween costumes for the night, and while Hana was up for any challenge, Blair was a little nervous at the sexy costume Hana had chosen for her, especially when Hana was so much prettier than her…

Hana looked her way, and Blair pretended briefly to be fascinated by a rack of accessories so Hana couldn’t see her blushing.

Sighing, Bobby shook his head. “Really, Richie, you’re gonna pile on too?”

“Only because you made piling on so easy,” Richie said, playfully sliding up next to Bobby and wrapping an arm around his neck so he could ruffle Bobby’s hair with his free hand. “I mean, who doesn’t check all their connections before they watch porn? Accidentally playing it at full volume over your living room Bluetooth speakers? I mean, that’s just gold, and funny, and deserving of a little playing around, wouldn’t you say?”

“No, it isn’t,” Bobby said.

“You’d laugh if it was me, try to tell me I’m wrong,” Richie teased.

Bobby couldn’t. “Fine. I’m just bitter.”

Softening, Richie took on a tone that he rarely would take on in public. “Look, man, I know it sucks, but this won’t be your last Halloween. Your last Halloween in Briar’s Mill? Maybe. But there will be other Halloweens down the line, and you’ll fucking kick their asses. Once you’re out there living your own life, unrestrained by things like groundings and curfews, you’re gonna be one badass of Halloween, okay, man?”

Smiling for the first time since Hana had shared Miguel’s escapades, Bobby said, “Yeah, yeah, alright.”

It was hard telling Richie he was right since it was usually so much more fun to tell him he was wrong, but when he entered big brother mode it was difficult to hold anything against him.

“And besides!” Richie declared proudly, wrapping his arm around Bobby’s neck tightly again, “With your folks out of town, you can watch your porn as loud as you want!”

Bobby shook his head. “They took the router and my phone, and are gonna be checking in on me on the landline to make sure I’m up to no trouble and handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. Really wish I’d saved some on my hard drive.”

“Harsh,” Richie said. “Well, you’ve got your hand and imagination and enough Alexis Ashe clips stocked up in your mental spank bank to make it through, right?”

“This is true,” Bobby answered. “For whatever good that will do.”

“Hey, will you guys keep it down?”

A boy as tall and muscular and handsome as Richie stepped out from the aisle Richie had jumped from. Though carrying a similarly mischievous look to Richie, he wasn’t nearly as unrestrained by his best friend. While Lucas Choi was up for the same amount of hellraising as Richie, he was always the more measured of the two.

Peering back down the aisle before addressing the others, Lucas continued, “Your porn talk’s quite loud, and I just saw a group of ladies down the aisle snickering.”

Flexing slightly, Richie replied, “Well we wouldn’t want snickering. Were they hot?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point, man,” Lucas said, pushing Richie and Bobby over toward Blair and Hana. “Back me up, Blair?”

“Oh, I’ll back you up,” Blair said.

“See? She backs me up,” Lucas replied.

“It’s a conspiracy!” Richie said dramatically. “I demand a recount and satisfaction and another recount and if that one doesn’t go my way, a win anyway! Anyway, what do you think of the hockey mask and machete look for tonight?”

“It’s a bit overplayed, and requires too much in the way of costume,” Lucas said. “Besides, if we’re going to be wrecking shit up, we should look more anonymous and generic; they had some good skeleton bodysuits that I think would suit us well.”

Richie had always loved how pragmatic Lucas could be. “My man!”

“As I say every year, this is stupid and an easy way to get us in serious trouble, especially now that we’re eighteen… but, also, you got the stuff?” Lucas asked.

“TP, eggs and various other throwables are stashed away in my room,” Richie said proudly.

“Bitchin’,” Lucas said before turning his attention to Bobby. “Sorry you won’t be able to join us. It won’t be the same without your throwing arm.”

Bobby smiled warmly. “Thanks.”

“You guys are really risking some serious trouble now that we’re all eighteen, you know that, right?” Blair said.

“Yeah, but we can take it. We won’t do anything too bad,” Richie said, fingers crossed behind his back so Bobby, but not Blair, could see.

“And, what, if we get caught, it’s just a slap on the wrist, maybe a night at the sheriff’s office, I mean, it’s not like we gotta spend a night in the Higgins House or something. Easy peasy,” Lucas replied.

Blair sighed. “I just want it to be recognized that I gave all appropriate warnings, and that I officially from this point forward relinquish any and all responsibility for any of you tonight. I’m here to have a good time, and a good time is what I’m gonna have.”

Richie grinned. “Well, if you’re looking for a good time and a way of keeping me out of trouble, I can think of something.”

“Eww, no,” Blair laughed, stepping away from Richie and closer to Hana.

“Yeah, come on, you know she’s got better taste than that, right?” Hana huffed jokingly, putting her hands on her hips and thrusting out her massive chest. The move was so sudden that Blair had to jump out of the way to avoid her friend’s massive tits hitting her in the face, but she definitely got an eyeful.

“Ah, ladies, you break my heart,” Richie said.

“It’s not your heart that’s broken,” Lucas joked.

At this, the five good friends shared a laugh, and for a little while, Bobby wasn’t feeling down on how his night was going to go. Yeah, he’d be missing Halloween, but Richie was right, this wouldn’t be his last one, and as long as he had friends like this, nothing in the world could be all that bad, right?

Yeah, no matter how hot the girls were, Bobby seriously doubted Miguel was having a better time than he was right now.

***

As local haunts went, the Mortuary of Doom Haunted House was actually fairly well made. At one point in time, Briar’s Mill had been a bit of a popular retirement destination for old Hollywood behind the scenes types, and their skills had endured throughout the generations. Because of this, the Mortuary of Doom had professional quality sets, high quality costumes from nearby business Baxter’s Rare Clothes, and makeup that was beyond a bit of grease paint and a pull over mask.

Unfortunately, very few of the artisans who had retired to Briar’s Mill had been writers, and that much showed in the Mortuary of Doom, as after only a few rooms it ditched its mortuary theme and became a fairly generic haunted house with random, vaguely themed rooms that led into other random, vaguely themed rooms. While it may not have been the best for immersion, it did have some benefits.

Like the Victorian bedroom with the large, four-poster bed that Miguel had Sandra and Tiffany bent over on.

Each of the girls were absolutely and lusciously naked, on all fours on the bed and moaning, their big tits hanging beneath them and heaving with every moan and panting breath. Equally naked and with all eight inches of his thick, hard cock pointing out, Miguel knelt between the two of them, fingering both girls with every bit of expertise he’d picked up in his short but very experienced eighteen years. Considering their moans and the juices dripping down his fingers, Miguel thought he was doing a pretty good job.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck… feels so good…” Tiffany groaned, the blonde’s arms briefly giving out as her tits pillowed out on the bed beneath her. She fought to regain her stance, but it was unsteady.

“I told you it was a good idea coming here… shit…” Sandra moaned, flexing her ass and looking back at Miguel as he fingered her. She didn’t say anything to him, but the lust in her eyes was undeniable.

Miguel grinned. This wouldn’t be the first time he’d brought girls back here to screw around, but it was probably the most memorable. He hadn’t had a pair of sluts this hot back here before, and though they’d only made out and done some stuff with their hands and mouths, these girls’ bodies promised a very, very good time.

Like now, watching them side by side and naked, Tiffany and Sandra both exchanging glances of lust and determination. It was a ridiculously hot sight, one that he could not wait to push over the edge.

Tiffany groaned, grinning at her friend. “Betcha I can last longer.”

“Oh please, bitch,” Sandra moaned back at her. “We all know you’ve got a hair trigger clit. I can so hold out longer.”

“Make it a bet,” Tiffany said, eyes rolling into the back of her head as her body quaked with pleasure. “Last one to cum gets to fuck him first.”

“You’re on,” Sandra said, turning back to look at Miguel again. “But you better be giving us your best.”

Gently squeezing each of their clits, he replied, “I always give my best!”

“That remains to be seen,” Sandra whimpered, closing her eyes tightly.

“I believe him!” Tiffany groaned, pressing back against him as he fingered each of them even more vigorously.

Miguel loved making girls cum, a little bit as an ego thing, a little bit just enjoying passing along some pleasure, and a lot of plain and simple fun. Though it may have been irritating at other times to see girls resist his efforts, that the two of them were competing and oh so luscious whilst doing so made it all worth it. Sandra was, as expected, the more outwardly reserved, though the way her pussy clutched at his fingers, he knew she was really into it. Tiffany on the other hand was far more unrestrained, moaning and shaking and actively fucking herself against his hand. She mewled and moaned, whimpering as her juices dripped down her legs.

There were moments where each of the girls seemed close to going over the edge, only to come back from the brink, but by the time one got there, the result was all too predictable.

“Ah, FUCK!” Tiffany squealed, her body jolting as the orgasm tore through her. “Fucking hell, shit, damn it, no fair, FUCK IT’S SO GOOD!”

Her body shook and her pussy clenched down on his fingers as a gush of juices poured out, her strength ebbing as the pleasure utterly destroyed her.

“Haha, I got you bitch, I got you… oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!” Sandra cried out, finally holding back no more as her own orgasm ripped through her. Though she wasn’t as much of a gusher as Tiffany, once she released her restraint, she really cut loose. She was screaming and cursing, pressing back against Miguel as she desperately fucked against his hand, needing more fingers, more pressure as she came wetly against him.

It wasn’t long before Sandra’s legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed next to her friend.

“No fair…” Tiffany breathed.

“Not my problem you… lack restraint…” Sandra panted, leaning into and kissing her friend. The two busty girls did this for a good while, lazily kissing each other while they lay facedown next to each other on the bed. It was a pretty hot sight, and at any other time Miguel might have been tempted to let them just lie there and make out, but after making them cum, he was horny as hell and in need of release. His eight inches of cock were dripping with precum, and needed a good fuck.

Still holding to the letter of their bet, he crawled over to Sandra and rolled her over onto her back. She squealed enthusiastically as he did this, instinctively spreading her legs and showing off both her dark thatch of pubic hair and the engorged, soaked pussy lips beneath.

Jacking his cock, he asked, “You want this?”

“Fuck yeah I do,” Sandra answered as he crawled between her legs.

“Good,” he said, dropping down on top of her. He kissed her passionately, a kiss that was reciprocated quite enthusiastically as the pair made out and rubbed their bodies against one another. They barely even separated their lips as Sandra reached down and lined his cock up with her tight entrance, and he took the opportunity to press inside.

Miguel groaned at the sensation as her unbelievably tight cunt embraced him. Even with their mutual lubrication, it felt difficult to push fully inside of Sandra, even as she enthusiastically squeezed him with her walls, pushing him forward. The groaning, wild slut beneath him admittedly did make it a lot easier, wrapping her arms around his back and locking her legs behind his ass as she pulled him in deeper and deeper, and as impossible as it felt, soon he was buried fully inside of her.

“Fuck…” she groaned, looking down to where they were joined. “Fuck that’s a big cock.”

“Goddamn that’s so fucking hot…” Tiffany whined, reaching down between her legs to play with her shaved pussy as Miguel penetrated her best friend.

At times like this, Miguel was occasionally tempted to think that he was one of the luckiest SOBs on the planet, but he would just as quickly remind himself that it wasn’t all luck. Sure, genetics may have granted him some gifts, but the rest of it was all him. He had pulled this off himself, and damn it if he wasn’t going to enjoy it.

After so much time getting the two of them off, he wasn’t exactly in the mood for slowness, or romance… no, Miguel was ready to fuck. He pumped his hips, fucking hard into Sandra’s tight, clutching cunt with very little mercilessly. Looking down at her, he watched as Sandra’s face contorted with a mix of agony and ecstasy as he pounded her.

“Ah, yes, yes, yes, like that, fuck my tight little pussy, fuck me hard… give it to me… give it all to me…” she whined.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it all… fuck, you’re so tight, I’m giving you everything,” Miguel grunted, thrusting his thick cock into her.

“Yeeeeeeeeeesssssss…” Sandra hissed, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her mouth lolled open pleasurably.

Sliding in closer, Tiffany challenged, “Oh, come on, Sandy, you can do better than that…”

“Oh… yeah?” Miguel grunted, looking over at the stunning blonde. Though the tight Asian slut with the huge tits beneath him was everything and more that he could have wanted, the blonde lying on her side next to them, her huge tits pressed tightly together, was enough to get him slightly harder inside Sandra.

“Oh, yeah…” Tiffany said, smiling. She crawled behind Miguel and grabbed Sandra’s legs, forcing them up. Miguel knew what she was doing, arching his back just enough so he could grab her legs and fold Sandra in half.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!” Sandra wailed, eyes rolling back in her head as another orgasm soon overtook her. She was well past the point where she was holding back and seemed more than happy to just let go as another wet orgasm had her gushing on Miguel’s cock. The way her pussy squeezed him, it felt miraculous that he didn’t set off then and there, but he knew when the moment was right that he would cum hard.

With Sandra folded in half beneath him, Miguel was capable of fucking her deeper and harder than he ever had before, and once she looked up at him with her big brown eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of the cum drunk, he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her. With one of his hands finding her tits and squeezing, getting the feel of her hard, dark nipples in his palms, Miguel thought he was in heaven.

This was only half true, as the real heaven came when he felt Tiffany pressing in behind him. Her tits against his back while her hands reached down, one to gently stroke his balls, the other playing with Sandra’s ass… yeah, this was a pretty good place to be.

“So fucking hot…” he grunted, smiling down at Sandra.

“You’re pretty fucking hot too,” she moaned, reaching down to finger her clit while he fucked her. “Come on, think you can fuck me hard enough to make me cum one more time before you pop off?”

“That a challenge?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, unhesitating.

“You like challenges, don’t you?” Miguel said, not breaking stride for even a second.

Wordlessly, Sandra moaned, but Tiffany was more than happy to speak for her. “You kidding? This bitch lives for ’em, but I don’t think she can hold on, even after another cum like that, when we’re DPing her like… this!”

Sandra’s eyes flew open and her pussy clenched down on Miguel’s cock eagerly as Tiffany slid a finger into her friend’s ass.

“Oh, you bitch… you dirty fucking bitch… when it’s your turn…” Sandra threatened, moaning.

“Promises, promises,” Tiffany said, leaning in to whisper in Miguel’s ear. “Fuck her brains out and fill her pussy, alright? Sandy here loves a good creampie…”

Only just remembering that he was fucking her bareback, Miguel looked down at Sandra for confirmation, but when she bit her lip and quietly nodded, that was enough for him. He needed to cum, she needed to cum… there was only one simple outcome.

Kissing her hard, Miguel fucked down into Sandra and gave her everything he had. She moaned, she wailed, and soon the combined efforts of all three of them had her cumming the hardest yet. Knowing she was ready and willing, Miguel held back no longer and let her have it. Grunting, he came inside of her, some of the most overwhelming pleasure he had ever felt flowing through him as her pussy sucked every drop from his full balls. As someone who considered himself well-versed in everything sex, he had to admit that these two girls had put him through his paces.

Looking into Sandra’s lust-filled, fluttery eyes as she began to come down, and as his own senses found him, Miguel understood quite readily that he had a lot to learn.

Leaning down, he kissed Sandra. It was a slower kiss than any they had shared so far, one that was almost tender, coming from that wonderfully honest place after two people had amazing sex. Panting silently, he then leaned his forehead against hers as the two of them caught their breaths.

“More than wow…” he murmured.

“More than wow,” Sandra agreed, smiling and kissing him.

Miguel had gone into this thinking it might just be some quick fun, but this… maybe he’d have to keep in touch with Sandra afterward after all.

Strong hands grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled him off of Sandra and threw him onto the bed. Though he missed the feeling of her pussy embracing his cock, looking up at the naked blonde goddess above him, he soon realized that he had nothing to complain about.

Sandra mewled defiantly. Tiffany smirked.

“My turn, bitch,” she said, leaning down so her face was nice and close to Miguel’s softening cock. She took his juice-covered sex in her hand, squeezing it gently and jacking him.

“Still pretty hard…” Tiffany muttered, licking the underside of his cockhead and making him shiver. “Nice.”

“Well, thank you,” Miguel replied, enjoying the view, then the feel, as Tiffany took his cock into her mouth. Her full lips felt nearly as good as her tongue did swirling over the head of his cock, and while she may not have had the greatest of skill, she did make up for it quite well with her enthusiasm. It was the sloppiest of sloppy blowjobs as she left trails of drool all over his cock, long strands connecting to him whenever she came up for air. It may not have been the fanciest blowjob that he had ever received, but it got him nice and hard again in a hurry.

“Yeah, there we go, that’s what I’m talking about,” Tiffany said, taking a ragged breath as she vigorously jacked his cock. “That’s how you get a guy fucking hard again.”

“I know how to get a guy hard again,” Sandra replied, rolling her eyes as she crawled to face her friend over Miguel.

“Yeah, but I know how to get it done, *right*,” Tiffany said, leaning in and pressing her tits around Miguel’s spit-coated cock. She squeezed her breasts together, bouncing them up and down slightly as she used them to jack Miguel’s cock. By this point, he was more than ready for the next step, but if she was going to insist on a tittyfuck… well, he was not a man to turn down a tittyfuck from a big-breasted blonde. It really didn’t seem like it could get any better.

“That’s not how you tittyfuck a guy,” Sandra said, leaning in and pressing her tits to his cock, “Watch!”

“I know what I’m doing,” Tiffany replied. The two of them battled it out for a moment, each of them pressing their tits around his cock and tittyfucking him as they fought for some form of superiority where Miguel would never want to declare a victor. Sandwiched between two perfect sets of DD tits with nipples pressed against each other, his cock was feeling rather well taken care of, and when Sandra and Tiffany stopped being competitive long enough to be horny and started making out…

Okay, this was time to do something.

“Far be it from me to be the guy who volunteers to stop something like this, because it feels really fucking good and is the sort of thing most guys’ll never get to experience, but I am quite ready for my next round, ladies, and I believe I promised Tiffany some of this cock too,” Miguel said.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sandra said, rolling to the side slightly and laying down next to Miguel.

“Finally!” Tiffany declared, crawling over Miguel and straddling his hips. She reached down between her legs, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her entrance before settling down onto him.

“Yeeeeeeeeeeessssss…” she hissed, her voice joined by Miguel’s groans as he was soon buried entirely within her. Tiffany wasn’t quite as tight as Sandra, but it was possible that she was even hotter and wetter, and she was definitely far less restrained. There was no playful banter, no taunts, once his cock was within her, she was bouncing freely, taking every bit of cock that he had to give, and oh did Miguel have cock to give. Looking up at the blonde goddess with her huge, bouncing tits and her ass jiggling with every impact down onto him, he smiled a contented smile that few men will ever know in their lifetime.

“That’s it, that’s it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck this is awesome!” Tiffany squealed, grabbing his hands and putting them on her bouncing tits. Miguel was all too happy to squeeze and hold them, pinching her nipples and getting her even more excited.

Sliding closer to him, Sandra whispered in Miguel’s ear, “She may have the blonde bombshell thing going, but you remember where the *real* pussy is.”

She kissed his cheek, causing Miguel to shiver inside of Tiffany, but it didn’t stop him from fucking the blonde.

Kissing his cheek again, Sandra got up and said, “I’m gonna fuck her ass now. This bitch loves it in the ass.”

“Yeah?” Miguel asked, squeezing Tiffany’s nipples nice and hard.

“Fuck yeah!” Tiffany exclaimed, fucking down onto him harder as Sandra crawled up behind her friend on her knees. Miguel felt a distinct pressure build, and saw Tiffany’s eyes widen, as Sandra forced several fingers up Tiffany’s ass.

“FUCK!” she yelped. “Not so rough!”

Sandra laughed, only fucking her friend’s ass with her fingers harder. “Oh, you know you love it rough, Tiff… this bitch here, she’s an anal whore. Fuck her nice until she cums and she’ll give it up to you easy. In fact, I’d love to see that, let me help…”

Leaning into Tiffany’s back, Sandra reached around to toy with Tiffany’s clit. Though it was a delicate balancing act, fucking her ass and rubbing her clit while Tiffany bounced on Miguel’s thick cock, Sandra managed it with expert skill. Soon Tiffany’s eyes crossed, then rolled back as pleasure overtook her. Feeling her weaken somewhat as her orgasm was overtaking her, Miguel grabbed her hips and fucked into her harder. With his efforts and Sandra’s dirtiness pushing it over the edge, Tiffany soon cried out as an orgasm hit her.

Hard.

Her body jerked and shuddered as her pussy squirted an obscene amount of fluid. Sandra encouraged this, only fingering her clit harder and harder as she slowed her ride on Miguel’s cock, and while he was positively coated in juices, he wasn’t going to complain under the circumstances. With one orgasm out of the way, he could go for quite a while more, and he was looking forward to seeing what these girls had in mind.

As Tiffany’s orgasm left her utterly drained, she collapsed onto Miguel, kissing him and murmuring indecipherable-sounding words.

Kissing her back, Miguel asked, “It true that you’re an anal whore?”

Weakly, Tiffany nodded, “Big time.”

Miguel smiled. “Then I want to fuck your ass.”

Tiffany smiled weakly back at him. “Sweet.”

Still weakened by her recent orgasm, Miguel took advantage of the situation. He lifted her off his cock and rotated her until she was on her barely functioning hands and knees. Getting on his own knees behind her, he teased her puckered asshole with his cockhead, rubbing it over her tightest hole as she flexed her ass cheeks, urging him forward.

“Such a fucking tease…” she whined. “Please, Miguel… fuck my ass… pretty please?”

Sandra rolled her eyes, crawling in front of her friend until she was in a relaxed sitting position. “Always such a whiny bitch, Tiff… why don’t we give your mouth something more productive to do?”

Without letting Tiffany get a word in edgewise, Sandra grabbed the blonde’s hair and shoved her face into her pussy. If Tiffany had any complaints about eating Sandra’s cunt, she didn’t let them out as she eagerly licked up Sandra and Miguel’s combined juices.

“Fuuuuck… we need to do this more often, Tiff… you’re so good at that,” Sandra moaned before looking Miguel in the eyes, “You can fuck her ass whenever, I’m just going to enjoy this.”

“Thanks,” Miguel replied, though he wasn’t really looking for permission. Slowly, he pressed his wide cockhead against Tiffany’s asshole, and though she was more than willing there was still some resistance. It had been a while since he had fucked a girl in the ass, and already her intense tightness threatened to take him over the edge again, but he wanted Tiffany’s ass and was going to do whatever it took to have it. Forcing a little at a time, he felt her asshole open for him.

She screamed into Sandra’s pussy when the head popped in, and Miguel might well have joined her for how tight she felt. Nevertheless, he pushed onward, burying inch after inch of his naturally lubed cock in her ass before bottoming out inside of her. It was… well, for lack of a better word, amazing being buried inside the busty blonde’s ass, and watching as Tiffany only more eagerly ate Sandra out while he was violating her tightest hole… that was just icing on the cake.

Briefly, Sandra and Miguel locked eyes.

She smirked.

He grinned.

And what came after that was easily the most depraved bit of debauchery that Miguel could ever recall having partaken in in his 18 years of life. He fucked Tiffany’s ass like a man on a mission, pounding it with everything he had while she desperately ate Sandra’s pussy. Tiffany’s hands found her own pussy, fingering her clit urgently as she meant to get off while having her ass fucked. The cries and moans of pleasure from the trio filled the haunted house and may have even reached outside a little, by this point sounding much like the moans of the damned and seeming quite appropriate for the house, all told.