Quinn and Pete stood in a queue that snaked across the kitchen to a basement door and down to The Fuck Room. That’s where the girls were. That’s where the sex happened. This was the Halloween party of all parties! They had just seen two hot girls in Catholic school uniforms come into the kitchen from outside. The queue of dudes collectively drooled! They were thought to be the Fuck Girls.

The blonde “schoolgirl” in the white half-mask wore a plaid skirt with red fishnet stockings. The skirt was so short her butt and bald pussy showed! Her white blouse was sheer and revealed her red bra. The other girl had auburn hair and wore blue half-mask. Her luscious red lips were perfect for sucking cock. She had larger braless breasts under her open, white blouse and an ultra-short Catholic school skirt that also showed her pink, bald pussy and bubble butt! She certainly caught Quinn’s attention.

“I want the girl in the blue mask. She’s mine,” he said to Pete as they watched her follow the blonde through the basement door.

A few weeks earlier, who could have imagined they would be at this Halloween party, standing in line for sex. It was autumn in Los Angeles. Orange, yellow and red leaves collected like confetti on the sidewalks. It was the time of year when the days were still warm with the nights getting cooler. Front yards were festooned with Halloween decorations--off-the-shelf inflatable skeletons and all manner of cartoonish monsters. Carved pumpkins with crooked teeth smiled from porches.

It was Halloween morning. At the university entrance, a maintenance worker efficiently operated a leaf blower to clear the sidewalk of “confetti”. It was loud as fuck.

The noise yanked Quinn out his sex dreams. His roommate, Pete, was a deep sleeper. He didn’t stir. They shared a two-bed dorm room on the second floor of a four-story building near campus. They became fast friends. They were decent-looking guys, slender--more nerd than jock--bookish, and into gaming. However, both had very strong sex drives. They were shy with girls and pussy starved. Their only relief was frequent masturbation.

They both “jacked it” two or three times a day. With a lack of privacy, one had to be creative. Masturbating in the shower stall in the common bathroom was the most popular. Quinn noticed cum dripping down shower walls on many occasions. At first, he masturbated while Pete was sleeping. However, Pete was not always asleep. He knew what Quinn was doing and watched him do it in silhouette.

As they became better friends, they jacked off together during daytime hours. They assured each other they weren’t gay. They talked about girls they knew, watched lesbian porn, and masturbated. They felt it balanced things out. Quinn identified as “bisexual lite”. If Pete wanted to suck his cock, he could. He could suck Pete’s cock without resistance. They made a pact to never tell anyone about their mutual blowjobs, which were occurring more frequently. They justified the blowjobs as just a temporary situation until they hooked up with some girls. What they really wanted was pussy.

There was Halloween keg party happening on Saturday. Someone told someone who told Pete that it was a sex party. Girls would be available in what was called the “Fuck Room”. If this were true, it would mean free pussy for Quinn and Pete.

Anonymity was mandatory. Everyone had to wear a mask or be turned away. Wearing a half-mask was preferred and practical, so you could drink, eat, or munch on pussy!

Quinn had a younger sister, Bailey. She was eighteen, and a bit of a wild child who craved attention from guys. She was a cute girly girl with an alluring body. Her perky breasts and a bubble butt attracted men’s attention. She was a teenaged cock tease, wearing tight tops that showed her pokey nipples. Her short skirts barely covered her butt when she stood. As she sat down, she revealed her panties. All eyes were on her, both male and female. The attention aroused her, causing her clitoris to tingle, and her pussy juices to drip into her panties.

She longed to be a Daddy’s Girl. Her dad would have none of that. He was not interested. Her reaction to his inattention, was to seek the male gaze. She maximized her “pussy power” over men by capturing their imagination. Their mom, on the other hand, fawned over Quinn. She called him her “Special Boy”. Bailey was jealous. She and her mom often bickered, fueled by her jealousy. When her body transformed into the hot teen she became, her mom became jealous of her. It was ridiculous situation.

She leaned on Quinn for emotional support. She never blamed him for being “Mom’s special boy”. It wasn’t his fault. She developed a sexual crush on her brother, which confused and aroused her. He was always kind and protected her like a surrogate father. They were physical. It was natural for them to spoon on the couch. He would lie behind her with his body snug against hers. He usually had a firm hard on that she felt poking against her butt. It aroused her. She never said anything about it. She liked that attention. This was “early-stage incest.” Their parents didn’t seem to notice or care. Quinn was attracted to his sister. It was a weird thing to think about--so he didn’t. He was passive when she wanted more.

During the summer before he went to college, he couldn’t help but notice his hot sister. She pranced around in a bikini, making sure he saw her. He did. He thought about her in the bikini when he masturbated. He imagined how it would be to fuck her. The fantasy made him cum hard. Whenever they went out together, they got admiring looks. They realized people thought they were a couple. At a cafe they frequented, a friendly, older waitress commented,” It’s refreshing to see lovebirds like you two.”

They smiled at each other, enjoying her assumption. They didn’t correct her. The “lovebirds” openly held hand across the table. It was fun to pretend they were a couple. Quinn’s cock got hard when he held Bailey’s hand. He had no idea her panties were soaked. For the first time, it changed how Quinn thought about her. Where could he find a girl with a personality and body like hers? She was his sister. It was taboo to have sexual feelings for your sister. But there she was across the table, holding his hand. He should have been repulsed by the idea of fucking his sister. He wasn’t. He was afraid to take it further. He let go of her hand.

Quinn was her type: cute, nerdy, lean, and vulnerable. She half-heartedly advised him on how to succeed with girls. She wanted to be his girlfriend, to be his success, and take care of him in every physical way she knew how. Her pussy ached for his neglected cock.

“Why does he have to be my fucking brother? It’s not fair!” she thought to herself while masturbating.

She didn’t dare tell Casey about her crush. She’d be jealous, and a bitch about it. She thought it best to keep it to herself. The girls had been become lovers that summer. Neither of them had been with a girl before. The sex was amazing, and orgasms spoiled them for guys. The agreed that guys could never do what they did orally. They had plans to live together after graduating high school. In the meantime, they had fun teasing guys for the hell of it. It was arousing. They preferred teasing middle-aged men who never tired of looking up their miniskirts. They spread their legs to give a hot view of their moist, tight panties. The goal was to leave them aroused and frustrated. Once in a while, they’d follow through and fuck the guy for money. They liked having threesomes.

Bailey could masturbate all day long. She craved cock as much as she did Casey’s pussy and kept thinking about fucking Quinn. She orgasmed thinking about him fucking her hard. Cock teasing him never moved the needle with him. Perhaps it was hard-wired in his brain that fucking your sister was perverted. She didn’t care if it was incest.

“Baby, you make my pussy wet SO WET!!!” she cried out thinking about Quinn while she came in a cum cluster.

Casey found out they could make a lot of money--in just one night--fucking guys at some high class, private, Halloween party. Some film exec was hosting it at his West Hollywood mansion. They knew it was prostitution but decided to go for it.

“You have to try everything at least once.” Casey agreed.

They had a pre-party interview with the host of the event. He was a middle-aged creep, with an expensive haircut and slimy demeanor. He told them to remove their clothes. They stood their nude, as he fondled their breasts, butts and pussies. He tasted their bald pussies as part of the interviewing process. Sucking his cock was mandatory, to demonstrate their oral skills, as he put it. Together, they licked and slurped his fat cock until he ejaculated on their faces. (By the way, this being Hollyweird, his orgasms were tax deductible!)

They got the job! It would pay a thousand dollars--each! They could use the money for their future rent deposit. If they played their cards right, he could be their sugar daddy. They understood there would be two other girls sharing the fuck load. They were shown the basement bedroom he called the Fuck Room. Four large beds were positioned at each corner of the large room. In addition, there were tiny “hidden” cams the installed to record the activities. They had no knowledge of this.

This was exciting. When they got home, the girls fucked their brains out. Afterward, they put some lingerie together. They wanted to look like fuck dolls. Casey wore red lingerie: a red garter belt, red bra and nylons--no panties--and white half-mask. Bailey wore a black bra with holes cut out so her puffy, long nipples could stick out. She wore a black garter belt, matching nylons, and no panties. A cobalt blue half-mask with cat eyes cut out accented the look. Under the mask she wore heavy eye makeup just in case the mask fell off or was pulled off. Over the lingerie, they wore very short, plaid Catholic school skirts that barely covered their pussies and butts. They had unbuttoned white blouses. Both girls looked stunning.

CHAPTER 2

Halloween night arrived. Quinn and Pete shredded some old shirts and pants for makeshift Zombie costumes. They wore face makeup that completed the decrepit, decaying look. This party was just down the street in a big, two-story house a bunch of college guys rented. (Think “Animal House”) They hoped there would be a lot of girls there. They were banking on it. If the party was lame, they’d would find another party.

Gone were the days when a younger Quinn and Pete would have one thing on their mind: candy. The kind of candy they wanted now was of a different variety: breasts and pussy. Masturbating with Pete was a temporary distraction. It was no substitute for the real thing. Tonight, they wanted pussy!

“There better be girls here,” Quinn said to Pete as they climbed the stairs to the big porch. Various monsters and zombies were on the porch holding red cups of beer. The keg was somewhere in the house. It was mostly dudes so far. This was not a good sign.

“Are there bitches here?” Pete asked a lone vampire dude with a red cup in one hand, and a vape pen in the other... “Yeah, uh, not yet,” he said as he exhaled the thick smoke.

They saw a few single girls at the party. The girls there were with their boyfriends. Not quite a ‘Girls Gone Wild’ situation, but plenty in skimpy lingerie and slutty costumes. Halloween is the one night of the year when a normally modest girl allows herself the fantasy of looking like a whore--and it’s okay. Their boyfriends encourage it. They get off seeing them flaunting their hot bodies and teasing other dudes all night. Later, they’ll fuck their brains out.