The Haunted House Club – Chap 2 by Five_Eight

“Ohhh, ohhh, ohmigod!” she wailed.

“This hole’s a screamer,” noted Darrell.

“And a comer, too, she done got my nuts AND my shorts wet,” exclaimed Antwan.

But Megan’s body quaking pleasure ended too soon, she knew the two guys hurried fearing the imminent return of her roguish lover. What would he say if he caught her like this? Hopefully if he did he’d respond by adding an awesome facefuck to the fray. She lay on the ottoman quivering after they’d filled both of her orifices with an abundance of sticky goo. Another strident fart sounded when Darrell unsheathed his happy prick from her ass.

Antwan picked her up, angled her genitals down at the carpet so the excess of come would drain and maybe her white friend wouldn’t notice they’d kept things warm for him in his absence. Darrell aided the outflow by stirring a finger in her behind. No help was required for her wide-open cunt, come leaked out in buckets of its own accord. Antwan turned Megan over his knee, spreading the moons of her buttocks while Darrell reinserted the buttplug. She sighed as it popped right back into place. Even in the dimness she saw a pool of semen the size of Sacramento on the carpet before Antwan sat her back down on the ottoman. The men worked with haste and efficiency.

One said to the other: “Mr. Drake sure was right when he told us there was some trick or treat candy going to waste upstairs.”

“Let’s jet, that white boy looks like the type to carry a gun.”

“He definitely carries a buttplug.”

Darrell stuck his scummy finger in Megan’s mouth for her to suck clean. “Damn, I wish I had some time to get to know you better, sweet thang. It’s been real.”

They hopped to the door still pulling up their shorts. It had no sooner closed when it opened again. In strolled the rogue, he returned carrying several towels, relocked the door behind him. Apparently he’d run water on the towels and wiped at her face and neck. She thanked him when he rubbed her back and upper body down. Tossing the used towel on the carpet (which just happened to hide most of the big come stain) he pushed Megan down on her back on the ottoman. With the switchblade he cut her tied ankles apart, spent a minute or two massaging her feet. He spread her legs next and bathed the insides of them before spending a long time on her pussy. The rogue gave it a couple of lingering kisses when finished, Megan glad he’d washed it first.

What a sweetheart, she thought, he wants me nice and fresh so he can get me hot and bothered again.

Then he indicated he wanted her to draw her tied wrists under her ass and bend her legs enough so her arms could around them to be in front of her again. He found it necessary to employ a lot of hand signals and tug at her arms and legs for a minute until she got the idea. Megan stood up forgetting the buttplug and grinned at her uncomfortable mistake, her hands hanging in front of her bald protruding mound.

She pecked him on the mouth and said, “Thank you, I feel so much better but what about my wrists and the, uh, other thing up my ass? It’s gotten all squshy.”

The rogue grinned as he sat on the ottoman and patted his lap. Again she wasn’t sure what he meant and he hauled Megan onto her stomach over his legs. He stroked her fleshy cuntlips for a few minutes, idling away the time, in no particular hurry. Every now and then he’d pretend to unstopper her anus but would stop, give the plug a few gentle twists and resume fingerfucking her. Megan groaned, amazed her pussy still lubricated after such an eventful night.

She’d had the best Halloween of her life with more come to come.

The moment of truth arrived at last when the man grasped the handle between her cheeks firmly. Megan grunted feeling it come out of her body. When he disengaged the buttplug from her anus an uncontrollable fart escaped her just like when she’d squeezed Xavier’s cock out of her ass much earlier in the evening and mere minutes ago with Darrell.

She continued to lie across his lap when he picked up a clean wet towel. He gave the big black toy a good scrub and back into his side coat pocket it went. The rogue then used the towel on the crack of her ass. Megan felt his eyes on her asshole and the state it was in as he gave a final tender pass of the towel.

“Oh, that felt nice,” she said dreamily, “I could go to sleep right here.”

She yawned and closed her eyes.

But she opened them wide as the palm of his hand fell on her buttcheeks with a crack like a pistol shot. For the next several minutes a call and response of hard smacks followed by her cries sang out as he spanked her bare ass like she hadn’t had spanked since she was a little girl. And Lisa slept through it all.

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