A Very Naughty Halloween Party - Part 2

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 Pat was half a mile down the street before he found a parking space. He knew there was no chance of catching Zoey before she disappeared into the party, but he rushed towards the house anyway. His costume garnered a few smiles and one chuckle from a tipsy-looking guy, all of which served to annoy him in the jealous state Zoey had put him in before sauntering into the house dressed as Jessica Rabbit.

“Roger Rabbit!” someone called out as Pat stepped into the shockingly crowded party.

He turned to see someone wearing a black jumpsuit and a skeleton mask – a decidedly uncreative costume – and asked, “Have you seen Jessica?”

“You mean that fine ass girl in the red dress and the purple gloves?” the skeleton asked.

Pat nodded.

The skeleton laughed and said, “Everyone’s seen her, dude.” He seemed like he’d had more than a few drinks, or that perhaps someone had heavily spiked the cup of green punch he held in his hand.

“So, is that a no?” Pat asked.

“Last I saw her she was chatting with a cowboy,” the skeleton said. “Dude was working her over, too. He was definitely hoping to draw down on her, if you know what I mean.”

The skeleton turned away and Pat looked around the crowded living room for some sight of Zoey. He figured the pink hair would make her impossible to miss, but she was nowhere to be found.

He turned to head for the kitchen when a cute brunette in a rather revealing cheerleader costume stepped in front of Pat, pulled on his suspenders, and let them go. They snapped into his chest and Pat cried out from the sudden shock of pain. The cheerleader laughed, gave him a kiss on the cheek for reasons Pat couldn’t understand, and walked away.

Pat rubbed his chest as he made his way through the main floor of the house, searching for Zoey’s pink hair and red dress. He saw a whole host of interesting, creative costumes – and a small handful of girls that had gone full out with the sexy looks – but he didn’t spot his girlfriend.

“Pat! You made it!” someone called out as Pat reached the kitchen. “Here, buddy, let me get you a drink.” It was Dan, Pat’s good friend and the party’s host, and he was dressed as a Squid Game contestant. “Whoa,” Dan said as he came over with a cup of green punch in his hand, “what’s up with you? This is a party, man. Why the serious look?”

Pat grabbed the drink and took a long sip. The punch was so sweet he almost gagged before the taste of vodka kicked in, making the whole thing a rather unpleasant experience.

“Wait, are you Roger Rabbit?” Dan asked.

Pat nodded as his eyes darted around the kitchen.

“Wait! Was Zoey the Jessica Rabbit I saw walking around the party?” Dan asked.

“Yes,” Pat said with a sudden sense of urgency in his voice. “Where did you see her? Where did she go?”

Dan put his hands up. “Damn, dude, take a breath. It’s a party. People are supposed to mingle. You don’t need to keep a tracker on her.”

Pat took a deep breath as he realized that he probably seemed like an insane, jealous boyfriend that was annoyed his girlfriend had put on a sexy costume. Dan didn’t know what Zoey had said in the car, though. He didn’t know that she’d basically threatened to fool around with another guy.

“Normally you’d be right,” Pat said. “But she was in a weird mood when we drove over here and I feel like she might do something…I don’t know, destructive.”

“Okay, fine,” Dan replied. “Do you promise you’re not going to throw any punches, though? This is my fucking house and I don’t want anyone destroying my shit, okay?”

“Of course, of course,” Pat said. “I promise. I just…I don’t know, I just want to find her.” Pat wasn’t really sure what he’d do if he saw Zoey doing…something, anything with another guy.

“Check the backyard,” Dan said. “More people showed up than I expected so I had to offer up a little more room. No shouting, though. I gotta be a good neighbor.”

Pat nodded and headed for the backyard. He stood in the doorway and scanned the darkly lit, grassy space, but he didn’t see Zoey’s pink hair, red dress, or purple gloves as his eyes moved over the yard. Then Pat spotted the cowboy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and leaning against the fence on the far side of the yard. He was talking to someone, too. It must have been Zoey.

Propelled mostly by jealousy and a little bit of liquid courage, Pat headed for the cowboy. He was a few steps away before he spotted Zoey, who had a smile on her face as she looked up at the cowboy.

“Zoey, hey, I was looking for you,” Pat said.

Zoey turned and smiled and Pat could see that her chest was flushed red in a way it hadn’t been in the car. “Hey, honey.”

“Well, hey there, Roger,” the cowboy said with a smile on his face as he surveyed Pat’s costume. He looked back to Zoey and added, “That’s a hell of a costume you put together for your…boyfriend, is it?”

“Yeah, this is Pat, my boyfriend,” she said.

Pat stuck out his hand and the cowboy turned to him, adjusted his hat, and shook. Pain exploded from Pat’s hand as the cowboy put him in what felt like a death grip. He tried his best not to show that it hurt, but eventually Pat had to pull away, bringing a smile to the cowboy’s face.

“Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Jessica,” the cowboy said as he tipped his hat. He glanced at her breasts in the strapless dress for just a moment and added, “I should be moving along now.”

The cowboy departed and Pat rubbed his hand as he leaned against the fence. Zoey didn’t bother tending to his pain, though, as she was too busy watching the cowboy go.

“Is that punch?” Zoey asked.

Pat nodded and handed her the cup. Zoey took a drink and offered a rather joyful smile.

“Having fun?” he said.

Zoey’s smile somehow got bigger before she stepped closer and kissed her boyfriend. Her sweet, sugary tongue pushed into his mouth as she pressed her body against his. It took just an instant for the pain in Pat’s hand to disappear as a beautiful bulge showed up between his legs.

“I’m having a great time,” Zoey said with her body still pressed tightly against his. “You seem like you’re a little stressed out, though. You shouldn’t be stressed out, baby. You should be enjoying yourself. It’s Halloween. People are dressed up and having fun. They’re drinking, and dancing, and…”

“Flirting?” Pat asked.

Zoey kissed him again and replied, “Yes, flirting. Flirting is fun. It’s harmless, too.”

“And what about the touching you talked about,” Pat asked. “Was there touching?”

“What if there was?” Zoey replied. “What if that sexy cowboy wanted to touch your girlfriend? What if he ran his fingers over my forearm and gave me goose bumps? What if he brushed my hair away from my face and made me lean in just a little bit closer because I wanted him to touch me again?”

Pat wanted to tell his girlfriend that he wasn’t okay with any of that, but his persistent erection made it awfully hard to sell that notion.

Zoey smiled and kissed him yet again. This time her lips lingered against his, though. This time her tongue moved in wondrous, sensual ways that made his cock so hard it was actually a little uncomfortable.

She stepped back, looked down into his cup, and said, “We’re all out of punch. I should really go get some more, and you should probably stay here. We can’t have you walking around the party with a boner in your bright red pants, can we?”

“Zoey, what are you doing?” Pat asked.

Zoey smiled, adjust her dress to ensure her breasts were sitting high on her chest, and reached out and grabbed his cock. Pat’s eyes went wide as she stroked him in his pants – and in public – and smiled. “Jessica’s going to have a little bit of harmless fun,” she said.

She released his cock and walked back towards the house with an irresistible sway in her hips. She’d also ensured that Pat couldn’t follow, as she was quite right that it wouldn’t work to walk around the party with a boner.

Zoey stopped at the back door and turned towards Pat. She smiled, bent over a little to show off her incredible cleavage, and blew him a kiss. Someone reached up as if they were grabbing it out of the sky to steal it from Pat and Zoey laughed before disappearing inside with the cup in her hand. Pat knew she wouldn’t be coming back with any punch, though. She was searching for her cowboy, for the hot guy she’d referenced in the car.

Despite his desperation to get back to the party, Pat’s boner refused to soften. Each second felt like an hour as he stared at the grass and waited for the bulge in his pants to go away. By the time it did there was a small precum stain in the front of his pants, but Pat couldn’t worry about that. He turned and headed inside. Someone commented on his costume, but he didn’t have time to stop. He needed to find his girlfriend yet again.

Pat searched the entire house, but to no avail. He was on the verge of giving up when he happened to glance out the front window and spotted a purple glove. Pat maneuvered to get a better view and saw Zoey and the cowboy sitting on the front porch. Her leg was crossed and most of her thigh was exposed as the dress’s slit parted to allow her soft, smooth, perfect skin to emerge.

Pat watched the cowboy’s hand move to Zoey’s knee. He saw her smile at his touch and move just a little bit closer. The cowboy smiled and pushed his hat back. Zoey looked up at him, smiled, and moved one of her gloved hands to the back of his neck. His lips moved towards hers and Pat stood by the window and watched as his girlfriend kissed another man.

The cowboy’s hand moved up Zoey’s thigh as they indulged in a long, exceptionally sensual kiss. Pat was close enough to see that there was tongue involved and for some reason he found it powerfully arousing. His cock had been hard in the backyard, but not like it was as he watched Zoey kiss another man. His eyes darted between the kissing and the cowboy’s hand moving up her thigh.

When Zoey uncrossed her legs and opened them as far as the dress allowed Pat had to put a hand against the windowsill to keep his balance as his legs turned to jelly. The cowboy’s hand moved to Zoey’s inner thigh, and while he couldn’t get to her crotch thanks to the dress, he almost certainly would have if she’d been wearing something a little looser.

After what seemed like forever, the kiss ended. Zoey studied the cowboy’s face as his fingers continued to dance over her inner thighs. She said something to him and he pulled his hand from between her legs. Zoey got up and he shifted his body and watched her go. Pat caught a glimpse of the bulge in his tight jeans and felt an immediate sense of inadequacy. The cowboy was sporting an impressive cock.

The cowboy stood after a few moments and followed Zoey. His jeans were tight enough that his erection slid right down a pant leg, making it possible for him to move around in a dark house without poking someone in the ass with his dick. Pat wasn’t afforded such a luxury thanks to his loose red pants, so he turned to see Zoey enter through the front door and head towards the back of the house once more. The cowboy followed and Pat remained by the window as he waited for his still-throbbing erection to subside.

Once it did, Pat set off to find his girlfriend, though now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stop her from doing something or if he was just following a sense of erotic curiosity.

Pat’s search yielded nothing, at least until he heard a decidedly sexual moan coming from the hallway that Dan had marked off with yellow police tape. Pat stood on the other side of the tape and wondered if Zoey would really have taken her desire to have fun as Jessica Rabbit to the most extreme conclusion.

Pat had to know, so he ducked under the tape and tiptoed down the hallway. He passed two bedrooms and rounded the corner as the noises got louder. The door to the third bedroom was open a crack and Pat approached slowly.

He peered in and his breath caught in his chest as a deeply pleasurable tingling sensation erupted from between his legs. Zoey was on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed. The dress was up around her waist. The cowboy was standing behind her. His jeans were around his ankles and his cock was buried inside her as he held Zoey’s hips.

Zoey had a hand between her legs and she seemed to be playing with her clit as the cowboy rode her. Her head was up and her moans were loud and lusty. Pat knew those moans, too. His girlfriend was having a damn good time with the cowboy’s cock inside her.

It felt fucked up, but Pat suddenly wished his costume pants had a zipper. He’d never wanted to masturbate quite as much as he wanted to in that moment. It wasn’t just that his dick was hard. It felt like his whole body was alive with pleasure and he was certain that masturbating would feel like the best thing in the world.

“I’m cumming,” Zoey cried out. “Oh my God, I’m cumming!”

The sense of surprise in her voice struck Pat as particularly erotic. It was as if she couldn’t believe she was having such a good orgasm, like the cowboy had fucked her to a far better climax than she’d experienced in a long time.

It didn’t take long for the cowboy to start grunting and groaning. Pat watched the other man bury his cock in Zoey’s pussy as he had his orgasm. She looked back with a smile on her face, but she stared right at the doorway. It was dark in the hallway so Pat assumed she wouldn’t be able to see him, but Zoey didn’t look away.

“Come on in, Roger,” she said.

Pat stood stone still as he considered his options. He could run into another bedroom. He could run into the bathroom. He could run out of the house and go home. Or, he could step into the bedroom his girlfriend had just gotten fucked in and take a chance that he’d get to have the orgasm he most definitely craved.

Pat pushed the door open and stepped into the bedroom. Zoey glanced at his crotch and smiled at the bulge she saw. The cowboy pulled out and Pat’s dick throbbed when he saw that Zoey had been fucked bareback.

“Thank you for the orgasm,” Zoey said to the cowboy.

He put his cock back in his jeans, tipped his hat, and said, “Any time, ma’am. You have a good evening.” He walked past Pat with a big smile on his face and shut the door, leaving them alone in the bedroom.

Zoey remained on her hands and knees as she looked at Pat and said, “You can have me if you want me.”

Pat didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed the suspenders off his shoulders, dropped his big red pants, and stepped behind Zoey. He slipped his cock into her cum-filled pussy and he fucked her hard and fast.

“Fuck me, baby,” Zoey said. “Fuck my sloppy pussy.”

Pat did as his girlfriend desired and came inside her in less than a minute. He closed his eyes and savored the intense pleasure of finally releasing an evening’s worth of lust in the span of just a handful of seconds.

“I told you it would be fun for me to do a little flirting,” Zoey said.

Pat laughed. “I guess you were right.”

“If you wouldn’t mind fetching me a towel of some kind,” Zoey said. “I can’t have all that mess leaking into my panties.”

“Of course,” Pat said as he pulled out, put his pants back on, and set out to find something to soak up the two loads of cum that would soon be dripping out of his girlfriend’s pussy. It was not something he’d imagined he’d do at the Halloween party, but that didn’t stop him from smiling as he thought of how thrilling his night had been.

The End.