New girl in town

By British Paige

A few years ago, I got invited to a Halloween party by a woman named Maxine who worked in the same building as I. I didn’t know her very well, but being new to NYC all the way from England, I decided I should go meet some people and be social. I dressed up as a Fairy, picked up a bottle of wine, and went over to her place. I walked in the door and noticed there was quite a bit of a crowd there, most also in costumes. Some people were dancing, some were drinking and talking, some were outside, some were playing cards and board games and etc. Maxine spotted me, walked up to me and hugged me saying she was happy I came. I gave her the bottle of wine, and she grabbed my hand, and said she would introduce me to some people. Annoyed that she couldn’t seem to find her husband at the moment, she proceeded to acquaint me with some of their friends. She asked if I wanted a drink, and I said yes. I could tell she already had a few. On our way to the kitchen/bar, she got distracted by someone else calling her name from across the room, and said she’d be right back. Not a moment later, this man in a Joker costume standing nearby asked what I wanted to drink. I said I didn’t care, but something fruity. So he poured me a glass of vodka with cranberry juice. We got to talking, he said he was new to the city as well, and had come to this party with a friend, as he pointed to a man in an Ape costume playing poker. The guy waved over at us.

After a couple more drinks, some flirting, and a lot more small talk, somehow we found ourselves being pulled into another room. There seemed to be even more people that I hadn’t seen back there. The night was young and the party was growing.

Maxine was busy hosting and trying to socialize with everyone, so I tried not to bother her. I then decided to dance and join in on some games, since I was starting to loosen up and feel more comfortable. Twister was a lot of fun! Somehow every game we played turned into a drinking game though, and I was starting to get tipsy, but I was having great time. Once someone noticed my ‘accent’, they knew I wasn’t from there and wanted to know my story. People seemed to really like me, and I was glad that I decided to come to the party.

As the night went on, the ‘Joker’ and I would run into each other from time to time, each time our interactions became increasingly flirtatious, as we both became increasingly drunk. I was trying to convince myself that I should sleep with him, because I hadn’t been with anyone since I got to the US, he seemed like a nice enough bloke, and let’s face it, I am a woman with needs.

It didn’t take much longer before my mind was made up – I was going to fuck him.

Down the hall on one of my many trips to the loo, I was waiting for someone to finish up so I could go in when Joker got in line after me. I saw this as the perfect opportunity to let him know what was on my mind, but apparently he was thinking it too, because before I could even say anything, he pinned me up against the wall and kissed me, hard. I ran my hands up his shirt and let my nails lightly drag down the length of his back. I thought about how hot this was, I didn’t even know what he really looked like. I didn’t even remember if he told me his name or not. While I was waiting, I had noticed there was another room down the same hall as the restroom, but this one didn’t have any people in it – the light was off and the door was closed over. I whispered in his ear to go into that room, and I would meet him in there after I grabbed some water.

So I freshened up, grabbed a bottle of water, and walked around the party for a few minutes. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be missed if I disappeared for a little while. I didn’t want to soil the impression I was making on these potential new friends. I looked around, but everyone seemed to be pretty involved in whatever they were doing. I hadn’t even seen Maxine in a while. So, I figured it was safe to slip away. Just when I was going to head into the back room, I noticed the Joker standing in a corner stuck in a conversation with his friend, the Ape. I sighed in frustration, because I was hoping he would already be in the room, disrobed and rock hard. I figured I’d help him out, so I went up to the two of them and had a few laughs with them. I think the Ape could sense the vibes between me and the Joker, because he quickly made an excuse to leave the conversation, and encouragingly patted his friend on the shoulder as he walked away. “Mission accomplished!” I thought to myself; I had the Joker alone again, time to sneak off to our secret room and be dirty. I looked at him, smiled, grabbed the front of his shirt, and led him down the hall into the room.

I opened the door just wide enough for us to slip inside the room and then I shut it. I leaned my back up against the inside of the door, and with one hand reached for the door knob to turn the lock, with the other hand pulled him toward me for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I could feel his huge, hard cock pressed up against me. I was glad to know the Joker was just as excited as I. He reached up with one hand and forcefully grabbed one of my boobs, squeezing and massaging it as he breathed heavily into my ear. He tried to expose them but the complexity of my costume was working against him. I could tell this was going to be good by the way he ripped open the front of my costume. It was so animalistic, as if nothing was going to stand in the way of him taking what he wanted. Once he had my tits out he buried his face between them, licking, kissing, and pinching my nipples. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to feel how big his dick was, so I put my hand on it, and could feel it throbbing through his pants. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, setting his cock free. He was a nice and thick, approximately 8 inches, I guessed. I couldn’t help myself, I dropped to my knees right there. He put his hands on the door in front of him and started slowly thrusting in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t believe that we had barely made it inside the room and already I was getting my mouth fucked… I felt like such a slut, but it felt so good and so right. I could tell he was getting really excited, as his thrusts were becoming more vigorous. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He threw me on the bed and kicked off his pants. However, I quickly jumped up off the bed, startled.
“There’s someone else here!” I whispered loudly.
“Oh shit!” he said, “Someone’s sleeping in here?”
“Oh my god, I guess, I don’t know!” I replied.
“I don’t care, I’ll fuck you right on the floor!” He exclaimed.
Just then, the person on the bed reached over and turned on the small bedside lamp. He was laying on his back, dick in hand, and wearing a Joker costume!
“What the bloody hell!??” I said, confused. “What’s going on? You’re both a Joker? Which one of you have I been flirting with all night?” I asked.
“Me.” They both answered, simultaneously.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, my mind jumbled, the front of my costume ripped open, and my pussy still craving attention. I looked up at the Joker standing up, and he just shrugged and started pacing the room, as if he was waiting for me to make a decision. I turned and looked at the Joker in bed, and he was just casually stroking his cock.
“What are you doing? You were watching us this whole time!?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said, “I waited for you in here like you told me to, and I got so turned on thinking about you. But then you walked in here with him and I was already just laying here with a huge hard-on. You two started going at it immediately… I wanted to say something or leave, but, I couldn’t stop. I figured I might as well stick around and at least watch, if I’m not going to be the one that gets to have sex with you.” He explained.
“Fuck, I have to think.” I said.
“What’s there to think about?” the standing Joker responded, as he pushed me down onto my back on the bed, got onto his knees, shoved my legs apart, pulled my panties to the side, and forced two fingers inside of my pussy – all in what seemed to be one smooth, swift motion.

I was taken aback, but I couldn’t stop him. I was so shocked and confused, still trying to fit the pieces together in my head, trying to figure out which Joker I was talking to when, which Joker I really wanted to sleep with, etc. Yet, I was so fucking horny, and I couldn’t ignore the fingers swiftly thrusting in and out of my pussy. He managed to pull my panties off, push my legs back, and start licking my clit as he continued to finger me. I was really enjoying being licked, it was relaxing and invigorating at the same time, and my pussy was finally getting the attention it needed. I started moaning and squirming around. I would have forgotten all about the one Joker lying in bed jerking off behind me, but the Joker eating me out raised up his hand and snapped his fingers, pointing at him and motioning for him to come over. He then kept my legs pinned back but stopped licking me, stood up, and started to rub the head of his dick between my legs.
“Why don’t you make sure she stays quiet?” Joker said to…Joker.
Then, as I felt one huge dick working its way inside my dripping wet cunt, another was being shoved into my mouth.

I had never felt more turned on than this. The whole thing was playing out like a fantasy or some 80’s porno. This kind of thing doesn’t really happen, does it? At times I wondered if I was dreaming or maybe seeing double. They continued to both fuck me at the same time, one in my mouth, one in my pussy, on my back, on my hands and knees, me on top, on my side, upside down, on the bed, on the floor, on the chair, etc. They were constantly switching places and putting me in whatever position they needed. I didn’t know which guy was which or who was where no matter how hard I tried to keep track. It felt so amazing to have them both in me at once, though, to be filled up that way.

I knew that eventually one of them would try to put it in my bum, and I was right. I had tried to have anal sex a few times before, but every time the man would try to push it in, I would tense up and stop him because it was so painful. However, when I was on top of one Joker and the other got behind me, I was actually quite excited and relaxed. He licked his finger and put it in to get me used to the idea, and then his dick soon followed. It was like starting this whole adventure all over again, they found a new cock-hole and they wanted to fuck it as much as possible. I heard them talking about how tight it was, and it seemed like they were fighting over it – whenever one thought the other had spent enough time with my ass, he’d make that clear and take over. Back and forth they went, playfully arguing over which of my three holes felt the best. I loved it when they were in my pussy and ass at the same time; it felt so good to be stretched open like that, letting them take all of me. There was one moment when I couldn’t believe the thought that had entered my mind: “The only thing that could make this even more amazing and complete would be a third cock.”

I must have cum a handful of times. For a second after each orgasm, I would feel an ounce of guilt and ask myself what the heck I was doing, but it’s not as if I could have stopped to dwell on that. I was quite overpowered by them, what with two sets of hands holding me down and two dicks in me. Though it wasn’t long before that feeling went away and I was begging them to fuck me harder again. They both came two or three times each. Whenever one would cum, he’d sit out and watch for a minute only to get hard and jump back in again. Each time they came they’d pull out and tell me to open my mouth. Although some of it made it into my mouth, most of it ended up on my face and tits.

When they were finally finished with me I had no idea how I was going to leave the room. My costume was completely ruined, my hair was a disaster, and my makeup was smeared all over my face. Not to mention the cum I had all over me. I was a hot mess! I expressed my concerns to them as the three of us lay in bed in the dark, still trying to catch our breath.
“Why don’t I just give you some of my wife’s clothes to change into, and you can sneak into the bathroom across the hall and fix yourself up. If anyone asks why you’ve changed, just tell them you spilled a drink on your costume.” The Joker to my left suggested.
I was a bit disheartened to learn that I just let a married man do that to me, but I shrugged it off.
“So, what, you carry around a set of your wife’s clothes everywhere you go?” I asked.
“No,” he laughed. “They’re in that closet over there.” He said, as he pointed to a door across the room. “I’ll just tell her that I got them for you when I saw you spill your drink, she won’t mind.”
Puzzled, I glanced at the closet and then back at him.
“This is our bedroom.“ He continued, “Oh, how rude of me, we haven’t met. I’m Tom – Maxine’s husband.” He said, and reached over to shake my hand…