Halloween Trick

There are two great things I love about Halloween. The first is I can dress up as a girl and no one would question my outfit. The second thing is with the proper make-up, crashing a party was easy.

The Merviks, Ivan and Shyla moved into the area a couple of years ago. They tore down the existing bungalow and put up one of those monster homes; three story, three billion square feet. You know the type. Being very well-to-do, they were big partiers hosting huge gala type events but a bit snooty too. Only who they deemed as upper elites around the neighbourhood could attend with engraved invitations. I'm still waiting for one.

A couple of years ago before they moved here, it wouldn't have bothered me. I'd go to a small party with my girlfriend, Lyndsey. But when she found out that I like to dress up as a girl on days other than Halloween... Well, we're no longer together.

Of course with Halloween coming, they planned for a bigger bash than last year. DJ, caterers and booze (and probably drugs). Of course I received no invitation. That wasn't going to stop me, I had a plan to crash it. The party was to be on the Saturday evening before Halloween since October 31 was on Thursday. If I arrived after the party really started rocking, sneaking in should be a snap.

Saturday arrived and I watch a number of trucks and vans delivering stuff for the evening. Huge mounds of food and bottle after bottle of all kind of booze were brought into the house. Around seven, the first invited guests arrived in their lavish costumes. I figured, if I showed up around nine, they would be so drunk, no one would notice the uninvited person, especially a female one.

I carefully showered and shaved. Not that I had much hair, just a few wispy strays. I dusted myself with my perfumed powder before returning to my bedroom. I got hard as I looked at my outfit for the evening. I planned to go as a sort of sexy, zombie, college girl.

I pulled up my new, tight, black, cotton panties. I loved how it held my not so massive (three soft, skinny inch) folded penis in place and how it cradled my round, girlie bum. I had put some slits into it to make them match the rest of my ripped clothes. I taped on my set of custom size D boobs before I supported them with my black shelf lace bra. I adjusted my breasts and produced a nice, deep cleavage to show off.

After I glued on my long, false lashes with heavy mascara, I finished the rest of my make-up. I practiced all week. It was that dark and white skull type of design along with the perfect shading, I knew would hide the real me while still look like a hot, zombie girl. I pinned my blond wig to my head so even with a good, hard tug, it would remain secure. The messy curls reached down my back and flowed over my boobs. I painted my finger and toe nails purple-black to compliment the lippy I put on.

The white blouse had strategic rips in it to allow my bra to peek through. The top three buttons were ripped off and I tied the bottom tails to show off my cute belly and pierced belly button with a dangling diamond chain. The pleated, black, school girl skirt was also ripped and shredded. The hem came down to barely mid-thigh and I made a small slit to let my leg show as I walked.

I had some ripped and laddered stay-ups but the elastic was gone so I held them up with a simple, black six strap, garter belt. The scuffed black, high heeled, Mary Janes were the perfect match.

I looked at the time: 9:30. I checked myself in the mirror and decided to redo my lips a bit more slut like. One more check and I left to walk over to the party.

The street had a number of cars parked on it so pretending I parked far away and walked to the house wasn't a far-fetched notion. Rather than walking in the front door, I snuck around the back and easily blended in with all the partiers. Most of them were more than half in the bag already.

I looked around the crowd for Ivan and Shyla to I could avoid them just in case. Ivan pretended to be some roman dressed up in a perfectly fitted toga. When I finally spotted Shyla, I saw she was dressed as a slutty, college girl: white blouse, dark, pleated skirt, stockings and black penny loafers. We could have been a before and after picture.

Being a lady, albeit a zombie lady, I drank wine rather than guzzle beer from a bottle. Besides it was free so... I moved to the buffet table and piled food on to my plate. The spread was incredible. Caviar, fois gras pate, Scottish smoked salmon, you name it, I'm sure it was there.

"You know you can go back as you wish."

I turned and was shocked to see it was Shyla. She had snuck around somehow without me seeing.

"Like your outfit. We could be sisters." She smiled but her eyes had a certain stare about them. "You know, good slutty sister; bad slutty sister."

I kind of smiled back but didn't want to say anything.

"Enjoy the party. Drink lots." Then before she left, she leaned close to my ear. "There's some weed and powder in the back."

I was there for a couple of hours drinking and enjoying myself. A couple of the drunk guys came up to me. I danced with one who felt me up while couple of others who chatted me up copped a few feels of my fake boobs and butt.

I made my way to the toilet to pee and check my make-up. The main one was being used so I ducked into a bedroom that had an en suite. After I was done, I gave the room a quick look around and realized I was in the master bedroom of Ivan and Shyla. I quickly moved towards the door but was blocked. I recognized the toga right away. I kept my head down and tried to move around him.

"Where you going, Shyla?" A slurring, drunk Ivan grabbed me by my hair. His hard cock formed a big tent under his toga. "I have something I need for you to take care of."

Panicking, I was afraid to speak thinking he would realize that I wasn't his wife. Instead, I let him push me to my knees. He lifted his toga skirt; he wore no underwear. His meaty cock hit my face. He held it at the base and slapped it against my cheeks. I could feel his pre-cum splash against me. He placed his tip against my lips and forced it in.

As big as he was, I was able to take it as I had practiced at home with a similar sized dildo. He rocked back and forth shoving more and more of his cock meat down my now relaxed throat until my lips kissed his short pubic hairs. "Wow, Shyla. This is the first time you've been able to take it all!"

I smiled thinking to myself that I was better than that snobby bitch wife of his. I actually started enjoying it, but when some of his buddies came around to watch, Ivan decided make it a show.

He pulled away and made me get up so he could push me towards the bed. I fell on top face first. He kicked my feet apart. He flipped my skirt up and pulled my panties down as far as my garter straps let him; enough to uncover my bum. He placed his strong hands on my ass cheeks and split them apart.

I tried to struggle but he held me there firmly. I heard. "Go! Go! Go!" and "Do it! Fuck her ass!"

There was a hot, wet gob on my asshole. Ivan used his knob to spread his lubricating spit. Then slowly he pushed himself in.

"Uuuhhh...!" I moaned. The feeling of a real cock entering inside me was so different from a silicon one. The hard-soft sensation of his hot cock was more than I could take. The only sound I could make from my open drooling mouth was gurgle. "Aauuuhhh...! Aauuuhhh...!"

Ivan was fully inside me. His hips pressed hard on my ass and shoved my face into the mattress. As his breathing got heavier and heavier, his pounding became harder and harder. Then he shouted out. "Take it! Take it you bitch! Uh...! Uh...! Uh...!"

He was shooting his hot creamy load into my bowels. Not caring if he found out, I cried out as I my own cum filled my panties. "Oh gaa...wd! Oh gaa...wd! Oh fuck YES!"

Ivan pulled out; his cum dripped from my gaped hole and down my legs. Then I heard him say. "Next! Have fun!"

Before I could gather some strength; I felt someone hold me down while someone else moved behind. My empty hole filled by someone else's cock. It didn't feel as big or fat but my asshole tightly closed around it. After the third or fourth hard ass fuck pounding, I kind of lost count of the number of cum loads I took or the number of times I came in my panties. My body was like a wet rag; limp and without a will of its own. My mind was empty of all cognitive thought; just wild colours and shapes exploding like the world's best and biggest fireworks show.

Only when my asshole remained empty did I have any conscious thought. The person who was holding me down all this time yanked me up and around. I could barely make out who it was with my smeared mascara mushing all my lashes together, but I recognized the voice.

"You fucking slut!" Screamed Shyla in my face. "You think I'm so stupid or so drunk I wouldn't recognize someone I didn't invite?"

Two burly guys picked me up by my arms. I couldn't escape their grip even if I had any strength left. With my panties still pulled down and cum dripping down my legs, the thugs dragged me through the house to show everyone the skank I was before tossing me out of the front door and onto the plush green lawn.

I managed to pick myself up and on wobbly legs and buckling feet, carefully made my way down the street to my place. The intense pain in my ass from all the cocks fucking me made me smile.

"Best Halloween ever!"