Yv & Jack - A Lust Story Ch. 03

Jack invites Yv to move in with her on Valentine's Day, which she accepts gladly. They continue to plumb the depths of their desire, as well as Yv's pussy and throat. On their first trip to a nude beach, another couple, Kimiko and Jun, fuck next to them, and Yv and Jack do the same for them. Yv and Kimiko rinse off together in the ocean, then experiment with oral sex. Interrupted by the park ranger, they stop, and weeks later Kimiko offers to invite Yv and Jack to visit sometime.

Hallowe'en, 1984

Hallowe'en had always been a favorite holiday for Yv. She wore green eyeshadow and green contacts, a gift to herself, and a respite from her glasses, at least for the evening. She didn't grab a wig from the costume shop, preferring her own, and wore a black, pointed witch's hat, tilted rakishly to one side.

The costume itself was sexy, not at all scary except to the older crowd back in Wisconsin, who would have been scandalized by her outfit, Hallowe'en or no. Her stockings were black and outlined by appliques of ghostly white webs and vicious-looking plastic red spiders, her feet in shiny, black platform shoes which added two inches to her height. Her skirt was black and gauzy, barely a dark cloud of taffeta barely obscuring her panties, and she'd nearly dispensed with those, compromising instead with a sheer black thong. Between her waist and the top of her tits, she wore a corset, black and velvet, under an open short-sleeved blouse, almost the same deep red as the spiders. The final touch was a pair of black velvet gloves, fingerless, soft and sensuous.

She'd eyed herself appraisingly in the mirror at their apartment, and knew it would be a great night. Jack was wearing a skeleton costume, all black, roughly anatomically correct green-white bones stitched on the front and back, and a cowl and mask of the same thin material, a ghastly, leering skull printed in on its front. All of the bones were glow-in-the-dark, and she found it very sexy outside when they walked under the trees and briefly into and out of the shadows.

They hit two parties early on, grazed on some snacks and drank some punch. Jack had told her about the nine o'clock party at the Delta Sig house by the campus, and she hoped that the fraternity party would at least by livelier. Yv was pretty sure it would be fairly tame by Animal House standards, or any other of the spate of college sex comedies. Besides, she wanted Jack, in costume and in her, at one of the venues.

It was Wednesday night, and she was pretty sure most of the partiers would be missing from class the next day, and equally certain their professors would, for the most part, be forgiving, or not sadistic, about their assignments. The walked up the steps through the open door, and stepped to their right into the living room. The stereo was set up in the corner, big speakers hung from the corners, and two younger members, probably pledges, anxiously guarding the equipment from any jostling or falls.

A nearly equal number of men and women were dancing, and Yv ogled a couple of guys who wore just jock straps and UC Berkeley Bears jerseys, obviously homemade, with blue numerals proudly announcing 69 on the front and back of the yellow shirts. She admired their muscular, toned buttocks, and let herself wonder what they would look like completely naked, not nearly so. The women dancing with them had opened their tops, letting their substantial assets shimmy and jiggle as they moved.

The whole atmosphere of the place reeked to Yv of pleasure and revelry, sinful amounts of enjoyment, and she decided to soak in the mood, encouraging herself to get hotter, hornier. She trailed the backs of her fingers surreptitiously over Jack's crotch, smirked when his cock twitched at the brief contact. Familiar with the tricks a loud environment could play, she knew he'd be able to hear her in a normal voice, so long as she was close to him. She put her mouth by his ear. "Baby, I'm going to look around. You stay close by..." She squeezed his groin again and winked.

Yv circulated for a while, and received some compliments and more than a few desirous gazes directed at her outfit. A couple of guys, who she thought had probably started drinking early, made half-hearted passes at her, demurring when she made it clear she wasn't interested. By ten o'clock, the party was in full swing. She saw Jack across the room and waved, but he was in the middle of what appeared to be an intense conversation, judging by the expressions on the other guys' faces, though not unfriendly . Jack's hood and cowl still concealed his face.

At that moment, she saw two guys headed up the stairs in front, one dressed as a gorilla—how original, Yv sneered to herself—and the other as a Roman gladiator, just like four or five other guys. The gorilla let the gladiator pass him on the stairs, then stopped and beckoned into the center of the room. Three toga-clad women saw, exchanged glances with one another, and followed them a minute later.

No-one else followed for the next few minutes, and Yv's curiosity urged her to catch a peek of the events. She crept upstairs, as inconspicuous as she imagined she could be in her costume, a story about looking for a bathroom on her lips if anyone challenged her. Their clandestine meeting could have been about just chatting, or sharing pot, or anything else, but she wondered far afield of that.

The stairs were firm, a little treacherous for her platforms, but she made it up without incident or challenge. Most of the bedrooms were closed, but two or three were ajar, darkened and silent. The music from below was distant, muffled, and she imagined she heard a soft, sexy moan as she passed one of the closed doors. At the end of the hall another door was slightly ajar, light pouring through into the hall, and...sounds. Treading lightly, she snuck up to the door and peered through the gap.

The room was well-lit, though not brightly, and from her vantage point she could see a framed white-on-black AC/DC Back in Black poster, and several pictures of centerfolds on the wall, smoothed and tacked flat, the folds visible only as barely discernible creases bisecting the naked bodies on display. Twin odors of incense and oregano wafted from the inside, and the haze and aroma told her they had been smoking pot before coming upstairs, and still were now.

A giggly moan slipped through the door into the hall, and she nudged it a little further open, glad there wasn't a creaking hinge to betray her. All three girls and both men were in the room, now in various states of undress. All three women's togas hung off to the side, no sign of underwear present. What remained draped on their bodies and around their waists hid nothing of consequence, and the men had similarly uncovered themselves.

One of the two men, reed-thin and bearded, knelt in front of the brunette she had seen stealing up the stairs. His gorilla costume lay discarded next to him, and he wore only white cotton briefs, his dick hard and tenting the cotton over his crotch. He looked almost scrawny, as if it had been days since he'd eaten much, which explained, she thought, what he was doing now. The woman lay spread-eagled on one of the beds, sighing as he passed his tongue and lips over her pussy. She was beautiful, with round, firm tits, curvy in all the right spots, and had taken enough sun that the tanlines accented the right portions of her body.

Yv's moan at the erotic vision revealed before her was a restive whisper, easily masked by the music below and the sounds of sex in front of her, and she felt a distinct yearning between her legs, centered on her clitoris. She leaned against the frame with both hands, knowing her fingers would stroke her pussy of their own accord if they weren't otherwise occupied. She thought of Kimiko again, wondering if they met again whether she would keep her promise to go down on Yv for the first time.

As she watched, the nearly toga-less lass arched her back and moaned quietly, quivering with an obvious orgasm. To his credit, the young man eating her out didn't even slow down, and was certainly earning whatever reward she thought to grant him after. The brunette slipped her arm out of the toga, and lay naked from the waist up and mostly from the waist down, reaching for the skinny guy's head while he kept licking her, petting it while cooing soft encouragement.

Transfixed by the cunnilingus in front of her, Yv finally noticed the other three occupants of the room, off to the right of the door. Both women were blonde, busty and tanned almost bronze, their tanlines luminous in the incandescent light. She watched as both wriggled completely out of their togas, tossing them nonchalantly, almost disdainfully, on the floor, and stood naked and shameless, their attention fixed on the man on the bed. The gladiator wore only his sword belt and helmet now, and he lay back on the second bed, his erection a more obvious weapon than the plastic blade sheathed at his waist.

One blonde knelt, and opened her mouth to take gladiator's cock all the way in, slowly working it down until it was almost in her throat, then began sucking with gusto, almost fiercely, as he looked on from under his helmet. He was better fed than the little guy lapping the brunette's cunt, muscular stomach and strong biceps an excellent accompaniment to the thick rod she was sucking. He was clean-shaven, handsome, but Yv found most naked men handsome, or at least worthy of a second or third look.

The faux gladiator moaned, his ass tightening, not yet ready to cum, and Yv sighed when the fellatrix pulled back, freeing his cock from between her lips, and licked the length of the stiff member before taking his balls into her mouth and gently sucking on them. The other woman climbed onto the bed, and Yv saw a flash of her bush, golden brown, the color of a toasted marshmallow, sexy, wild and unkempt. She curled up next to the second guy, guiding his hand to her crotch, silently urging him to penetrate her. When his fingers entered her, she started to kiss him frantically, arms around him, her palms and fingers all over his body.

Yv felt her clit vibrate almost in time to the erotic tableau in front of her. I need to take some of those classes! She was panting along with the second blonde, who opened her mouth, letting a long, lusty moan escape into the room. Yv realized her mouth hung open, and her head was swaying gently to and fro, mimicking the first blonde's cocksucking. She wanted to be doing the same thing, maybe join them. The thought was forbidden, but persisted, a horny, lustful echo between her ears and thighs.

Suddenly, the brunette, bedsheet still safety-pinned around her waist, was in front of the door. Yv started, locking eyes with her. The other woman grinned sheepishly, quietly acknowledging their naked and private bacchanal. Gazing levelly at Yv, her voice was silky, alluring. "Hey, Red. Want to join us?" She looked Yv up and down with obvious appreciation and lust.

Yv just blinked. Say yes... She knew the brunette was undressing her, had undressed her with her eyes, and wondered what she was imagining doing to her, or letting her do. "Um...no, my boyfriend's downstairs, but it looks so fun..."

Her eyes twinkled. "It is, but I'm closing the door, Red. There's going to be a lot of cumming, and we'd like it to be out of sight." She smiled again, and Yv felt the same pull, drawing her into the room, to the other five bodies in the throes of sexual heat. She wanted to join them, feel their hands and mouths all along the length of her body, kissing and sucking and caressing her...

"Wait..." The brunette paused, hand on the doorknob, then loosened the toga with her other hand, letting it drift down her legs to the floor, standing proudly naked in front of Yv.

Her voice was smoky, inviting. "You change your mind, Red?" Yv had no doubt she heard genuine interest that matched her own.

"W-what's your name?" The need to join them was a powerful lure, and she pictured herself in the brunette's arms, kissing her while all four of the others stripped her clothes away easily, swiftly, and started to caress them both, foreign fingers and tongues and cocks running the length of her body and inside her anywhere they could penetrate... She imagined all five of them pleasuring her all over, and felt another quiver arise from her clit. At that moment, she almost stepped in, and knew the other woman could tell. Say...yes... She took a half-step forward.

"Juliet. Yours?" Whispering, the brunette stayed where she was, letting Yv decide.

"Yv..." I can't! But I want her... She appreciated beauty in other women, but for the first time she wanted to fully experience that beauty with all her senses.

"Pleasure to meet you, Yv. If you're not coming in, I really have to close this door. You should come and visit me sometime. I'm over at the Tri-Deltas. Bring your boyfriend, too. We'd probably have a lot to talk about. Bye!" The door slid closed, and she heard a very feminine moan, which she guessed came from one of the blondes. There was no sound of a lock turning, and she rested one hand on the knob before she pulled it back.

Now Yv felt frustrated and relentlessly horny, filled with an abiding lust that swept down her whole body, tingling and uncompromising, down to her toes. She spun on her heel and headed downstairs. It's time to get laid.

Jack was leaning, relaxing against the arch on the inside of the chapter's house, just taking in the sight of the rest of the partygoers dancing to the third playing of Monster Mash. She sidled up to him. "Great party, huh..." He gave her a muffled reply through his mask, and she grinned up at him, running her hand over the fabric skeleton, brushing against his crotch meaningfully. "I need some quality boning outside..."

Not waiting for an answer, she seized his hand, leading him urgently to the back door and down the steps into the tiny backyard. Another couple was by the back fence, a lusty pirate wench giving up her booty to the Roman gladiator pounding her relentlessly. It put Yv even more deeply in the mood, fired her lust, her desperate need for a hard cock pounding her pussy. She led Jack to the side of the house, shrouded by the shadows of the trees and bushes around them, the ivy climbing up the side of the house lending a green fragrance to their hidden rendezvous.

Yv pulled Jack into her, felt his body against hers. "Leave your hood on, baby." She lifted the shirt, guided by touch alone, felt his abs and reached for his nipples, tweaking them almost cruelly, and felt his gloved hands on her breasts, his groin fronted by a marvelously hard erection, pressing at her crotch.

Her breath came in short gasps, and she grabbed his cock down by his balls, stroked it further to rigidity. "God, I want you inside me, baby..." The bone-covered fingers, glowing dimly in the dark, continued to rub and gently squeeze her breasts. She slipped her thong off, wadded them up and dropped them on the dirt, uncaring.

An impish smile on her face, she leaned in to Jack, and whispered, "Give me that bone!," then pulled his pants down to his knees. Her fingers reveled in the sensation of his erect shaft, thick, almost throbbing. The shadows were dark, hid everything, but she knew how to find his cock, and he could easily find her twat. Leaning against the side of the house, she lifted one knee nearly to her chest, wetted his glans on the dripping juices on her labia. "Put it in, baby..."

Jack's cock slid inside her quickly, began pounding her, almost lifting her off the ground with each thrust. Arms around his neck, she whispered, "We have to be quiet. Don't want everyone to hear how loud we can get. We'll save that for later!"

His gloved hands went to her bare hips, sliding the skirt up past her navel. He groaned, just like the spirit of Horny Hallowe'en, and kept driving up inside her, his voice thick, echoing the same lust Yv felt along every inch of her body. His bush pressed against hers, the feel of the thick kinky hairs almost like a homespun cushion. Slick with her juices, his cock smoothly entered and withdrew with each motion of their hips.

She heard Jack breathing heavily, and the strain of holding his own orgasm back made her smile appreciatively, glad he was prolonging it for her. She grabbed his ass, gripped it harder with each thrust driving her closer to her inevitable climax. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard... Make me cum..."

Jack obeyed, lifting her off the ground and letting her drop a short ways onto his throbbing cock with each descent. It was all Yv could do not to scream. Fuck, baby, you are getting a great blowjob later! The same storm rose in her, as always, lightning and thunder ricocheting across her body, her nerves alight and demanding release.

He gasped, and she felt the first stream of cum pulsing out of him, up into her wet, waiting cunt, and she threw her head back, forcing herself to moan quietly over the music coming out of the windows and surrounding them. Jack's cock kept pulsing, filling her up, and she came again, shaking as he pulled out of her, the hot, thick fluid sliding down her leg as he lowered her gently to the ground.

She leaned into him, crushing him to her, panting, still wanting him. "Fuck, Jack... That was so fucking... I love you, Jack."

Suddenly, she froze. His voice was odd, slightly deeper than usual, and she thought it might be because of the mask and cowl. He started to say something, then just breathed for a moment. She stroked his softening cock again...and stopped.

Jack's dick was circumcised, and this one, getting less hard, clearly wasn't.

Her next clue was his first words to her ever. "Who is Jack?"

Fuck fuck fuck! I just fucked someone else by accident! "No no no no... Who are you?" Panic washed over her, and Yv felt near tears, but the fading orgasm was having none of that.

"Steven, Steve to my friends." Shock began to dawn in his voice. "You thought I was someone...else?"

Yv's head was whirling, and she felt oddly disconnected. "Steven...Steve..." Which was alright since we're now apparently friends because I don't fuck random guys at parties and I cheated on Jack and Oh God I'm such an idiot such a fucking slut...

And it felt so fucking good when he came inside you, her treacherous inner voice reminded her.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. My boyfriend's wearing the same costume you are, and I just assumed no-one else was wearing the same fucking thing. I have to find Jack..." Now she felt desperate, trapped.

The stranger put a hand on her arm, comfortingly, not, she noticed, possessively. "It's okay, I'm sure he'll understand and forgive you. What's your name?"

"Yv."

"Well, at least our names rhyme!" He laughed quietly, still keeping their tryst private.

She laughed too, a nervous bark, too loud, then covered her mouth. Then, "Why are you so sure he'll forgive me?"

He leaned in and pulled off his mask. His features were broad, Nordic, and he had what looked like blonde hair in the light dappling his face and head, through the leaves. He was thick and solid, with well-defined muscles. Just like Jack... She wanted to cry, but she also wanted to...keep going?

He smiled at her. "If I had a girlfriend at this party, and she took me outside for the best lay of my life, I'd forgive her just about anything!" Then he kissed her, a soft peck on the lips. "I won't tell anyone about the gorgeous witch who just seduced me in the backyard. I promise."

Steve pulled up his pants and smoothed his tunic down before pulling the mask and cowl over his face again. "Thank you, Yv, so much, for an unforgettable night." He turned and moved away from her, melting into the night. She briefly caught his silhouette when he crossed into the light and rounded the corner.