Debbie's Halloween Ball
Part Three
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"Damn! Its dark in here!" Debbie said. She stood near the entry door so she could allow her eyes to adjust. Deni had her hand on her best girlfriends back, so when Debbie stopped, Deni did too. Deni pushed Debbie over to the side so the other people could enter without running them over.

As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, the dance floor and bar area began to materialize out of the gloom. They could see that the whole Pink Pussy Cat bar had been transformed magically into a huge castle keep, with spider webs in the corners, bricks on the walls, a dungeon in one corner, and straw on the floor. Even the smell of the barn was there

Debbie was dressed as a tarty serving maid, complete with short skirt, her mostly exposed cleavage very obviously jiggling anytime she moved. The back of her dress was non existent above her tiny waist, but included a choke collar of sorts around her long perfectly formed neck. The flair of her slim hips was accentuated by the black fabric that suddenly covered her buttocks, made even more obvious by the alabaster white of her skin that ended abruptly at her waist where the dress finally covered her. The men nearby were staring at the shimmying sides of her delicate firm small breasts that were visible because of the severe cut of her dress. Debbie's shoes were six inch high spiked heels, which showed off her perfect calves and thighs as the works of art they were. Debbie's face was covered from her cheek bones to her hair line with a black mask.

Deni was dressed like an old woman, complete with wrinkled face mask, gray scraggly wig, bent over posture, and a crooked cane.

Finally their eyes had adjusted enough to allow them to walk on in in relative safety. The conversations seemed to stop whenever they were spotted as they walked through the room. Debbie walked with her head held high, her pert chest so proudly held, her shoulders back. Not one man in the room took a drink while Debbie walked to her table. It was in a booth in the corner, and not in the spot lighted area.

Deni was hobbling along behind Debbie as quickly as her tired old body could move. Not one eye moved to watch Deni as she hobbled along. All eyes were on the spectacular figure strutting along ahead of her. Behind her mask, Deni thought about how easily Debbie's hips moved now, with no panties, and her sex plucked clean of resistance. What a woman, Deni thought! Deni could feel her tiny pussy wettening as she thought about what would almost certainly happen tonight, here, in front of five hundred people. Dane would see his year's long fantasy come true, Debbie would suddenly be a "sexually freed woman," and Deni would finally get to make love to her beloved very best friend.

Debbie gasped as she felt the cold of the old wooden bench seats touch her bare plucked sex as she slid into the booth. A tremor of raw lust ran through her. Deni humped and huffed her way into the opposite bench. When Deni finally had adjusted her old body, the waiter promptly appeared, and while studying Debbie's fully visible cleavage carefully, asked them what they wished to drink.

Deni, in her best old woman's Irish brogue informed him that "It will be Irrrrrish Whisky for the booth or us! And be quick aboot it, laddy, we be needin a double to get us starrrrrted!" Debbie giggled as the befuddled waiter trundled off.

Within minutes three people filled the table nearest them. Two men and a woman sat down and started to tell bawdy jokes. The men were dressed as French faggots, complete with brightly colored breech tights and leather cod pieces over their penis and balls. The woman was dressed as a brothel whore, with her tits hanging almost out of her torn bodice. She placed one foot up on the chair beside her. Her thick untrimmed black pussy fur was clearly visible to Debbie and Deni as her legs sprawled wide open.

Deni watched the whore's vulgar display with interest, Debbie flushed red in flustered distaste. But Deni noticed in glee that Debbie's eyes kept flitting toward the wide open legs of the whore. The whore kept watching Debbie's eyes flit toward her heavily made up and painted face, then to her carelessly exposed slut's crotch, then back to Debbie's own primly folded hands. Debbie's nipples hardened, completing the perfect cone of her small B cup breasts showing through the front of her almost-not-there dress. Each time that Debbie's eyes moved involuntarily to the rude woman's hairy cunt, Debbie's face and chest would blush bright red.

The waiter hurried back over and stood where he could again see Debbie's delectable cleavage, and the form of her white jiggling tits as Debbie breathed harder from her own unwelcome rising sexual need. One of the men ordered for the threesome in a sibilant fake French faggot's lisp, and then told the waiter in a louder French-accented lisp to set up the "Mademoiselles at za nex table vis sree of wat za are dreenking."

"Three?" The waiter asked incredulously? But the faggots and the whore were already telling jokes again, and ignored him. The waiter, looking at Debbie's delightful display of flesh, dropped his pencil. He bent over looking up at Debbie, obviously trying to see up her short dress. Frustrated at not being able to see anything in the dim light under the table, he began to straighten up.

The whore turned her self directly to his face. The look on the waiter's face as he came face to face with the whore's lower lips caused Deni to cackle in glee. The whore grabbed the poor waiter by the ears and pulled his face directly into her crotch. She held him there for a few minutes as he struggled to breath. The brothel whore was already close to cumming from looking at Debbie' s incredible body. The long nose of the waiter rubbing on her clittie was all it took to send her over the edge. As she came, she smashed the waiters ever harder into her opening. As her orgasm subsided, she let go of the poor man's ears, causing him to drop face first onto the floor.

Debbie's face was turned directly toward the scene as it unfolded. She could not turn here eyes away, watching the full display of public rape of a male from only a few feet away. She felt herself flood with wetness, her lips wetting, then smearing her wetness onto the wooden bench.

The poor horribly embarrassed waiter hurriedly got up and bustled off, crimson at having been so flagrantly used in public.

The whore's eyes never left Debbie's face throughout the whole episode.

After regaining some semblance of self control, Debbie looked at Deni's twinkling eyes showing through her old woman's mask. "Deni, did you....?"

Trying not to laugh, Deni replied, "Yea baby! Was that hot or not?"

"NOT!" Debbie replied in a huff, crossing her arms across her chest. An audible groan went up from the growing group of males that were moving rapidly into easy viewing distance.

Within a few minutes, a waiter set four rounds of drinks in front of them. Deni tipped one toward Debbie. "Salute!" Not to be outdone, Debbie clinked her glass to Deni's and replied "Salute!" Both took the drinks down in one gulp. Their second drink went down within thirty seconds of the first. And the third was gone only a few seconds later. Deni then tipped the last one toward Debbie. "OK baby, here goes the last one! "Salute!" Debbie followed suit without hesitation.

Within minutes, Debbie, running on an empty stomach, was feeling no pain.

Another four drinks arrived.

After that waiter left again, Debbie looked at the man at the next table who had ordered drinks for them and said "Jim, ish that really you?" Her huge eyes blinked slowly at his surprised face.

Part Four

The man dressed as the French faggot looked straight at Debbie, her doleful large eyes, her wonderfully exposed cleavage, the alabaster skin that glowed in the black light. Without hesitation he moved to the booth that Deni and Debbie shared. "Ma Cheri! What might I do for you, my sexy bit of cheese?"

"Cheese?" Debbie was totally taken aback by the aggressive behavior of the man. Now that he was sitting right next to her, his voice did not sound at all like Jim' s she realized blearily. His hand was already on her thigh, and moving rapidly up toward the hem of her dress.

To overwhelm her defenses, the Frenchman lowered the cod piece that covered his genitalia. Debbie was looking directly at his large scrotum, and his penis which was rising toward erection as she felt his hand smoothly raise the hem of her dress to the tops of her nylon stockings. The Frenchman' s other hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her face toward his pursed lips. Debbie was overwhelmed by the multiple varied tactics being used to breach her unprepared half drunken defenses.

At the same time her lips were captured by the man's lips, she felt his hand begin to touch her naked soft belly just above her sex. She could feel his unfurling penis caressing her leg above her stockings as his lips endeavored to part her lips, his tongue insistent upon gaining entrance into her mouth. His finger slipped vertically down her belly to caress her newly plucked, very sensitive fold that protected her most vulnerable sexual tissue.

As Debbie tried to lean back to free her mouth from his direct assault on her lips, her legs involuntarily spread wider, permitting his finger to slip within her wetness. His hand moved vertically as he fondled her opening and clitoris. His cock was now caressing her alabaster belly as he turned his body toward her. When Debbie tried to blindly push his entering hand away below, she instead mistakenly grasped his penile shaft, and pushed on it. His dripping wetness coated her soft white hand as she moved her hand out and back, mistakenly yanking his foreskin up and down his cock shaft as she attempted to push his hand away from her own crotch.

As he rode higher on her, she lay back on the booth seat, her legs reflexively spreading to maintain balance, which allowed him to climb on top of her. Still kissing her, his cock shaft began to caress her pussy lips, his hand still wetting her lips as it moved in and out of her sex. Unable to push him off, or even stop his digital assault, she was totally surprised when his cock entered her wetness without resistance. His body was deep between her legs now, and she could not knee him, or get her hands under his chest to push him off of her. He began pumping his rigid prick in and out of her unprotected cunt, already wet from her continuing unremitting thoughts of pleasuring herself after she got home and was in her own safe bed.

Suddenly the Frenchman was bodily picked up and removed from her body. Caught in absolute surprise, she froze there in her violated position, her opened pussy visible to all looking, her nipples outside her dress, her mouth gasping for breath, her arms raised in a useless defensive protest.

The Frenchman was bodily carried over the big strong man's shaved head, his froggy cock flopping impotently. The big man tossed him outside the club in a heap on the side walk. After the big man returned into the bar, the Frenchman got up, tucked his pussy slimed cock back inside his cod piece, and skipped down the sidewalk, his hands in the air in a victory dance. YES!!!!! I get a blow job from Deni! And shit oh-dear! I actually got my cock into her fucking cunt! He could not have been happier at the results of the evening. There was no question in his mind who gave the best BJs around.

Both the whore and the other French faggot were laughing uproariously.

Deni immediately skirted around the booth's table and took Debbie in her protective arms. She wrapped her arms around her without giving Debbie a chance to rearrange her clothing. As Deni held her, Debbie began to sob, partly from fear and the resultant adrenaline rush, and partly from the incredibly intense sexual action that had just secretly excited every sense within her body. Deni held her, hushing her as she stroked her back and head. The rubber old-woman's mask pushed against Debbie's neck.

As Debbie's terrified sobs subsided, she begrudgingly realized just how excited her obstinate perfect body still was from the Frenchman's sexual penetration, the visual stimulation of a stranger's cock and balls, the touching of his dripping cock, and the overwhelmingly sexy kissing that had entered her mouth. God could that man kiss, she thought as her sobs quieted.

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