WTF Happened Last Night. My ass is sore.

Oh my GOD I'm so hungover. I creak my eyes creak open, and immediately regret doing so. Everything hurts. My head is pounding. My mouth tastes like something died in it. I try to sit up, pause, flop back onto the couch. At least I've got blanket.

Wait... I'm not in my bed. Where the fuck am I?

I rub the back of my hand over my eyes, feeling a weird, heavy texture. My fingers catch in my scratchy wig, and my ears feel heavy-

Oh, that's right. It's fucking Halloween. So I'm still dressed like a schoolgirl. I run my hands down my body, under this stupid scratchy blanket. Yup. Tubetop, check. Miniskirt, check. Thigh-highs- check. Can't find my shoes though.

Halloween. It had all been Gavin's idea. Gavin, my roommate, the nerd trying to reinvent himself in college as some kind of alpha party a****l. He was the one who dragged me to this party to begin with. Mike, the guy who owned the house, was a good friend of the girl Gavin was currently sleeping with. Super nice guy, Big Mike. Nice roommates too- I think I met one last night. Bits of the night flash back as I slowly come back to life: Partying, dancing, drinking. So much drinking.

So I'm still in Mike's house- hence crashing on the couch. Last night there were so many people I didn't really notice how nice everything was. Even with the post-party wreckage, Mike's living room is pretty fancy. He's got a TV on the wall that's the size of my bed.

I'm sore as hell. Fuck.

Memories of the night drip back. I stare at the ceiling, remembering, trying to ignore my thumping hangover. Gavin's girl, the one who brought us here- Ashley. Ashley! Absolute smokeshow. Dark brown hair, dark skin, gorgeous body. Has one of the sexiest voices I've ever heard. I have no idea how a skinny nerd like my roommate managed to be fuckbuddies with her. Emphasis on 'buddies'. She's warned him about getting too possessive.

Anyway, Ashley invited us to this party in the first place. Gavin jumped at the opportunity, and to try to get me onboard she promised she'd invite one of her hot friends along. I didn't know too many people at college, so I was obviously in.

Ashley was adamant that we do partnered costumes: she and Gavin were going to dress like a playboy bunny and Hugh Hefner, and her girlfriend and I were supposed to dress like a schoolgirl and a professor. I'll admit, I spent half a week jerking off to schoolgirl porn on Pornhub. The day of the party, Ashley told us I wasn't going to be a professor, and Gavin wasn't going to be Hugh- we were going to switch the genders, to make it funny. I had resisted, initially- I didn't want to crossdress. I'm not gay. She'd told me it'd be hilarious, and that her friend would love it, and that we'd be the life of the party. I resisted, still, until Gavin took me aside and told me to shut the fuck up and not ruin things for him.

So Ashley spent a few hours dressing us both up. I move my blanket down, just to confirm what I'd already felt with my hands. Yup, still wearing the slutty schoolgirl outfit she'd prepared for me. Thigh-high white socks, over thin hairless legs. We'd spent half an hour nairing and shaving our body hair, yesterday. A ridiculously short black-and-red plaid skirt. A sleeveless white tube-top. And, to top it off, a dark brunette wig done up in a pair of schoolgirl braids, huge clip-on hoop earrings, and layers and layers of makeup. I had no idea that the makeup was going to take that long. Gavin and I had sat in Ashley's room for over an hour, as she painted both of us up with a forest of sticks and brushes and things I'd never heard of. I check under my skirt and realize that I'm not wearing my panties.

What the fuck happened last night? I twirl a strand of my wig absentmindedly, trying to remember. GodDAMN I'm so hungover. And sore. Ugh.

Just as I debate sitting up and burying my aching head into my hands, I hear a door creak open. Probably better not to let anyone see me like this. The house isn't that big, so I immediately hear some footsteps and some hushed voices. I burrow into the couch, pretending to be asleep, not exactly eager to deal with anyone while still half-drunk and dressed like some sorority chick. When I'm totally settled down, I crack my eyes open just a bit, so I can see who it is.

Gavin turns the corner, followed immediately by a lumbering figure- Mike, the guy who owns this place. Big fucking Mike. He'd spent most of the night either filming the party or handing out free drinks. Hilariously, Gavin is still dressed like a playboy bunny, fake rabbit ears and all, awkwardly holding his glittery heels in one hand and a small purse in the other. His makeup is smeared, mascara lines streaking down his face, lipstick smudged all around his mouth. Dangly earrings glitter under his disheveled blonde hair. His white pantyhose are dirty at the knees- it looks like he'd had as rough a night as I have. It takes me a second to notice, but one of Mike's beefy arms is wrapped around Gavin's slender shoulders. That's... weird.

Mike isn't dressed in a costume. He's wearing a dirty Steelers jersey over his barrel chest, and his gym shorts barely cover half of his muscular thighs. My skinny crossdressing roommate is dwarfed.

Gavin pauses when he sees me lying on the coach. "It's Jessie," he hisses at Mike.

Mike laughs loudly, eliciting a panicked glare from my obviously embarrassed roommate. "Given what he did last night, he's probably still passed out."

What the fuck was he talking about?

"Now Gabby," Mike says, tightening his grip around my roommate. "Time for you to finish what you started in bed."

For the first time, I notice the huge bulge in Mike's shorts. I'm trying as hard as I can not to move or make a sound, but my mouth probably would've dropped open if I wasn't pretending to be asleep. Mike's cock is clearly outlined under his shorts, at least eight or nine inches long.

"Not here," Gavin hisses. "Not in front of him."

"Gabby," Mike snorts. "I'm not asking you. Either you take care of me right now, or you can kiss everything you wanted this morning goodbye."

What the fuck is going on?

Gavin stares at me for a few seconds, then back at Mike, then down at Mike's obvious hardon. He looks up at the big man's grinning face. "Okay but... please be quiet."

"Wait," says Mike. "You really should touch up."

He fishes his hands in his pockets for a few seconds before pulling out a stubby black tube. It's Ashley's lipstick, the one she'd given to Gavin last night in case his rubbed off. My roommate pauses, looking like a deer in the headlights, then takes it tentatively.

Gavin, dressed as a playboy bunny, squats down in front of Mike. He quietly drops his pumps and purse onto the tiles, before uncapping the dark red lipstick and slowly running it over his lips. My straight, nerdy roommate, the one trying to pretend to be an alpha party a****l, the one who's fucking one of the hottest girls I've ever met, just got on his heels and put on a coat of lipstick for this burly dude.

What the FUCK is going on?

Slowly, purposefully, Gavin pulls at Mike's waistband, freeing his bobbing cock. The uncut shaft bounces, bigger than I expected, its fat purple head just an inch or two from my roommate's freshly-painted lips. I can barely remember to breathe.

Gavin stares at the naked prick for a one drawn-out moment, before leaning forward and licking it tentatively.

Mike says nothing, but closes his eyes and tangles his hand in my roommate's blonde wig. Gavin's bunny ears bounce as he continues running his tongue up and down Mike's huge shaft.

"Gabby," Mike moans loudly, loosening his grip on Gavin's wig. In a panic, my roommate looks up to him and puts a finger to his lips. "Don't wake him up!" He hisses, glancing over at me. I freeze, praying that neither of them can see hear my heart hammering in my chest.

"Jessie got up to a lot last night," Mike snorts. "I wouldn't worry about waking him up."

Sluggishly, Gavin returns to licking the cock in front of him. He gets slowly more enthusiastic from the noises Mike is making: stifled, masculine grunting. After half a minute or so, my roommate sinks totally to his knees in front of the larger man, and uses his hands to brush back his wig in a meek, feminine gesture. The little fluffy tail sewn to the back of his outfit draws my attention to his compact ass, easily visible through the skin-tight leotard.

Wait... what about Ashley? The three of us had come together, so where was she?

And why THE FUCK is my straight roommate licking Mike's dick?

"Come on, straight boy. We all saw you last night," Mike mocks. "By the time I got to you, you'd had some practice, you little cocksucker."

Gavin pauses, mouth level with Mike's throbbing cockhead, then looks up, spilling blonde hair over his shoulders. From this angle, with his back totally to me, he looks like any other hot sorority slut. Just some horny playboy bunny, on her knees, servicing her man. His man. Fuck.

"Don't call me that," my roommate insists, trying to make eye contact with Mike.

"What," Mike laughs. "Straight boy? Yeah, I know. Doesn't work anymore, after last night."

"No," Gavin says, more forcefully. "Cocksucker."

"Aww, play nice, Gabby. I can tell that you're excited. Look at you. You're hard as fuck right now."

All I can see is Gavin's wig and slender back. His bunny ears quivers as he lowers his eyes, staring straight at the solid cock in front of him. After a few seconds he slowly wraps one red-fingernailed hand around Mike's shaft, resting the other on Mike's abs.

Mike raises an eyebrow and stares down at him, expectantly. "Well?"

"You won't tell anyone?" Gavin says, his voice quivering.

"Your secret is safe with me. I swear. I won't tell anyone how badly you want this dick in your mouth. Now get to it, before Jessie here wakes up."

The moment stretches on. I don't know what I was expecting when I woke up, but it absolutely wasn't this.

My roommate pushes his head forward, hesitantly, and starts earnestly blowing big Mike.

I cannot fucking believe it. Gavin, who's been trying so hard to be an alpha playboy for the last few weeks, is a cocksucker.

At first, Mike keeps his arrogant smirk. Soon after my roommate starts going down on him, though, Mike closes his eyes and looses a throaty groan. I watch Gavin start to become more and more eager, his rabbit ears bouncing as his head bobs up and down. One of his dainty hands remains flat on Mike's muscular torso, but the other starts pumping the shaft more eagerly, working in time with his mouth. After a few minutes, Gavin moves one hand to cup Mike's ass, swallowing as much of his thick shaft as possible. Every once in a while he goes too deep, or sucks too eagerly, and draws back with a cough or a sputter.

I suddenly realize I am rock hard. It takes all my willpower not to jerk myself off right now.

"Gabby. Fuck." Mike moans loudly, his eyes closed. My roommate doesn't react to the noise, and seems content to continue his messy blowjob. His earrings jangle as he tilts his head from side to side, taking as much cock into his mouth as possible. He makes a slurping, choking noise when Mike forces himself in too deep, pumping his hips again and again until Gavin is swallowing his whole length. My skinny roommate gags as his nose presses up against Mike's shirt, bunny ears brushing against the bigger man's chest.

"Good girl, Gabby." My roommate moans effeminately at the praise, working even harder. Suddenly, Mike wraps both his huge hands around Gavin's head, fucking his mouth harder and harder. I stare, impossibly turned on, watching my roommate get facefucked by this muscular man. Gavin starts gagging loudly, still trying to deepthroat Mike's whole length.

"Fuck, you're good at this. You're gonna make me cum, cocksucker. Such a fucking turn-on, turning straight boys like you," No response, just a wet slapping as Mike repeatedly bottoms out in my roommate's eager mouth. "Where do you want it? How about that pretty face?"

Gavin pauses, reeling. Seems like there are some lines he won't cross. He draws his head back from Mike's shaft, surprised. "No," he hisses, sounding panicked.

Mike shrugs. "Suit yourself."

Mike grabs both of Gavin's bunny ears at the base, locking his head in place. I can see Mike's huge body quake even from the couch. He pumps once, twice, then moans as he pushes as hard as he can into my roommate's face. He screws his eyes shut and grunts, dick buried deep into Gavin's throat. My roommate makes a noise that's half-protest-half-moan, and I hear him swallowing desperately as Mike starts cumming.

Gavin, lost in the moment, keeps swallowing Mike's huge dick long after the bigger man stops thrusting. I stare, totally lost in the moment, watching my previously straight roommate act like a total slut for this guy. I realize my mistake too late when Mike, looking over at me, gives me a saucy wink. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. He saw me watching.

"Good girl, Gabby. Now to take care of you."

Before my roommate can say anything, Mike leans down and wraps a brawny forearm around his waist. Gavin yelps girlishly as Mike pulls him to his feet and spins him with one hand, so he's now facing me on the couch. I learned my lesson from before, so I've barely opened my eyes this time. Even like this, I can clearly see my roommate's rock-hard cock, peeking out of his playboy bunny leotard. Gavin's eyes are unfocused, his cheeks flushed, and he glances at me before moaning when Mike grabs his erect shaft. He pants breathily as Mike starts stroking his prick.

"Do you like the idea of him watching you, cocksucker?"

"No," Gavin whines. "Please don't tell him Mike. Please. I'll do anything."

"What's the matter, Gabby? You don't want your roommate knowing that his buddy is a total slut?" Mike pumps Gavin's smaller cock roughly, his other hand anchoring his slender waist in place. I watch Mike grind his spit-covered cock against Gavin's rear. Nothing but a thin polyester leotard separates Mike's cockhead from Gavin's asshole. My roommate closes his eyes and leans his head back into the larger man's muscular chest.

"Maybe you'd like that," Mike continues. "Maybe you'd dress up like a girl and you two can fuck. How about that, Gabby? Next time you're alone in the house with Jessie here, dress up like a slutty cheerleader and beg him to fuck you."

He punctuates the last line by thrusting hard against Gavin. My roommate moans, his whole body shaking. He screws his eyes, totally lost in the moment. If it weren't for the cock poking out of his costume, he'd look just like a slutty girl getting dry-humped by a buff jock.

"You like that idea baby? How about next time you're here, we spend some time and get you looking real nice. I bet you'd love that. Dressing up in lingerie, getting just the right shade of lipstick before you start-"

Gavin squeals, his whole body quivering. I can't see it, but I hear the faint sound of his load hitting the tiles. He moans, low and long, as Mike keeps running his hand up and down his cock, laughing.

"Think about that, next time you're fucking Ashley. Think about how hard you came, dreaming about being drilled like some cheap slut. Think about the fact that deep down, you just want to dress up and be my bitch."

Mike takes a moment to wipe his cum-coated hand on my roommate's body, lingering on the empty bra cups on Gavin's flat chest. He leaves a trail of semen on Gavin's outfit, running from stomach to collarbone. My roommate lists like he's drunk, taking huge, heaving breaths. He eventually stops, then unfolds, blushing, smearing his lipstick even further as he awkwardly covers his mouth. He meekly tucks his cock back inside of his leotard, and grabs his discarded purse and heels with shivering hands. He walks to the front door unceremoniously, opens it quietly, and leaves without turning to look at either Mike or me.

The door closes quietly behind him.

*

Mike flops down onto the couch, settling right next to my still-blanketed feet. The impact he makes when he sits down just emphasizes how big he is. I stir groggily, trying to act like I've just woken up- I open my eyes slowly, only to find him grinning openly at me from the other side of the couch. I pull my legs away and hug the blanket around me. I'm not wearing any panties, and my tiny skirt barely hides my raging erection, so I'm very glad to be covered.

"Enjoy the show?" Mike asks, sardonically. He snickers as I keep pretending like I've just woken up. When I drag myself to a seated position in the middle of the couch, the blanket slips to just around my waist. Mike gives me a lecherous once-over, eyes lingering on my bare stomach where my short tube-top ends. I try to adjust it, self-consciously. It's no use.

"Here," he says, leaning over the other side of the couch. I blink a few times, hear the noise of him opening a drawer. A second later he reemerges and casually tosses me a small bottle of blue Gatorade.

"Oh. Thank you."

Mike just snorts in response, then grabs a bottle for himself. He cracks the top and air toasts me, before slamming the entire drink in one huge gulp. "Yeah, of course," he says. " Perfect thing for a hangover. I keep stashes all over the house," he pauses to belch loudly. "Man, Jessie. Last night was a blast."

Struggling to not talk about the fact that I just watched him facefuck my roommate, I nod sagely and offer up the first thing that comes to mind. "Yeah, bro. I'm so fucking hungover. And sore."

"I'm not fucking surprised," he cackles, "based on what you got up to last night. Wait, hang on. Here. I can show you."

He fishes his phone out of his pocket. I try not to stare at his bulge as he does so- like me, he's obviously not wearing any underwear. I try not to think about the fact that his cock was buried in my (straight) roommate's throat, just a couple of minute ago. After a few seconds of fiddling, he picks up the remote and turns the TV on. Even that little gesture is enough to outline the muscles in his arms. His phone's homescreen appears onscreen, and he opens his photo gallery and starts scrolling. I catch a few glimpses of some naked selfies, and look away, embarrassed. To his credit, he doesn't seem to care, and after a few seconds of searching he presses on a video.

Party sounds blast through the sound system. Cheering, drinking, music, shouted conversations. Some k** shouts someone else's name, and is rewarded by a muffled response. The room is instantly familiar- camera Mike must be standing basically where he's sitting now. In real life, it's just me and Mike, on the couch. On TV, there are probably at least two dozen people in this room alone. The shot pans over to the front door, catching Gavin and Ashley just as they step in- Ashley first, crazy hot Ashley, laughing and strutting in like she owns the place. Mike, from behind the camera, shouts her name. She's dressed as Hugh Hefner- crushed red velvet smoking jacket and captain's hat and all. Fuck, she's gorgeous. When she notices the camera, she strikes a pose and points at it, laughing. The camera snaps over to Gavin, who's trailing a little bit behind, gripping Ashley's hand and looking sheepish.

Gavin looks hot. I forgot how good he turned out- the washed up version of him I saw this morning didn't hold a candle to how he looked last night. Long, slim legs, wrapped in shimmery white pantyhose, teetering on ridiculously tall silver heels. Those legs disappear into his black bunny-suit leotard, which hugs his waist and hips all the way up to his nonexistent cleavage. His blonde wig has been blown out sexily, framing his face in platinum curls. Gavin's expression is hidden under layers of contoured makeup, huge fake eyelashes, and deep red lipstick. There's a wolf whistle from the crowd, and something in Gavin shifts- he loses the bashful persona and strikes a sexy pose. Even Ashley is surprised. She claps, and laughs, and the room erupts in cheers.

Party conversation floats in from somewhere.

"Fuck, she's hot."

"Yeah? Which one, Hugh or the bunny?"

"The bunny, you dumbass. But holy shit, look at her."

I'm dumbstruck when I watch myself walk into the party. Just like Gavin, I look petrified. Just like Gavin, I can't believe how good I look. My tubetop barely covers my chest, clinging to my body and clearly showing my defined abs. My plaid skirt extends just a few inches under my hips- no wonder I can't hide my current hardon with it, it's way too short. Ashley gave me a pair of thigh-high white socks to wear, and they look like I've been poured into them. Even my face looks totally different: glossy pink lips, blown-out hair, smokey eye shadow that-

What the fuck am I thinking. I'm finding myself hot?

On camera, I blush deeply and almost run past the camera, scurrying after Ashley and Gavin. They're already the center of attention in the rest of the party, and Mike tracks my ass as I scurry after them.

Suddenly, the video stops. Mike must've stopped recording. I watch as he picks through a handful of other videos in the gallery, settling on one that looks like it's in the kitchen. I try to will my erection away- after seeing myself dressed like that, it's come back even stronger.

The scene jumps, to what must be some time later. Ashley and Gavin, both honestly looking model-hot, are laughing and talking to a pretty girl dressed as a sailor. All three of them are holding plastic shotglasses- the sailor raises her glass, my roommate and his fuckbuddy follow suit, and all three of them slam their drinks. Gavin and the sailor scrunch up their faces, desperately searching for mixers. Ashley laughs at both of them, and wraps her arms around their shoulders.

Eventually, the camera starts panning around the kitchen/dining room. There seriously must be a hundred people packed into this house. Mike's phone picks up random noises and yells, music, muddled conversations. There's a beer pong game going on, and it looks like the two guys dressed as ninjas are losing to a couple dressed as Dorothy and the Scarecrow. It takes me a second to realize that Dorothy is actually a guy, and the Scarecrow is a girl- looks like Gavin and Ashley aren't the only crossdressing couple. Dorothy's got huge fake tits. Actually, she looks kind of hot. He looks hot.

What the fuck am I thinking.

"Hey Sam!" The camera settles on a gorgeous girl, dressed as a devil. A bolt of recognition shoots through me, instantly. Memories slam back as soon as I see her, as soon as Mike shouts her name. Sam. Sam the devil girl.

She's slender. In those boots, easily over six feet tall. Her devil makeup is flawless- crimson eyeshadow and lips, a face that has been contoured and brushed to make her skin glow a malevolent red. Silver glitter spills across her cheeks and neck and what skin she has revealed, over her lacy black pentagram-patterned bodice. Two long red horns burst from her dark hair, attached by some almost invisible headband. She's squeezed her slim frame into a tangle of black lingerie, corset included, and her fishnet-stockinged legs disappear into a pair of outrageously tall boots.

Most importantly, this insanely attractive devil girl is talking to, of all people, me. I remember what happened now- Ashley was supposed to introduce me to one of her hot friends, but never pulled through. I forgot all about that as soon as I met Sam. When Mike calls her name, she turns to the camera and grins, before refocusing on me. Truth be told, I look pretty hot, and I haven't made a total ass of myself yet if this hottie is interested in talking me. It's still pretty obvious that I'm nervous as hell, drinking my beer while talking with this gorgeous chick.

I think... did me and Sam end up making out, later on?

The next video that Mike thumbs through is only about ten seconds long. It's mostly filled with familiar shouting- Ashley. Ashley, storming out of the party, velvet jacket and invectives flying, yelling something about Gavin. I can't make it out. He shouts something back- all I can hear is "-that guy is such a perv! Fine! Just- just fuck off!". When Mike moves his phone back to focus on Gavin, my roommate just looks confused, more than anything. It's weird hearing such a deep voice come out of someone who looks so feminine.

"What was that all about?" Mike asks, raising his voice over the background party noise.

"Ugh. This guy she's been talking to. She doesn't think that it's weird he's so into hanging out with her. Thinks I'm being controlling when I told her he's just trying to get in her pants."

"Well... fuck it. The night is young. I'm sure you can find someone else at the party. Another drink?"

Gavin's drunk concern melts pretty quickly, and he gives the camera a thumbs up.

"Fuck yeah, Mike!"

Mike doesn't even scroll to find the next video, it plays pretty much instantly after the last one finished. More than a few minutes must have passed, given how the party has started to lose people. Gavin has taken over at the beer pong table, and he's somehow the center of attention for the crowd that's still in the dining room. His partner, a guy in a shitty Batman costume, whiffs his shot. Batman guy seems... familiar. My roommate laughs, strikes a sexy pose, and sinks one of the few remaining cups. The other team, the pair of guys dressed like ninjas, throw their hands up. One reaches down to start drinking the beer, the other lines up on the other side of the table to tries to take his shot. The ninja eyes his target, then looks up at Gavin, annoyed.

"Stop distracting us!"

My roommate claps his hands, laughing. As the first ninja tries to sink his ball, Gavin blows him a kiss, twerking his skinny ass in time with the thumping music. The bunny tail that's sewn to the bottom of his leotard bounces up and down, and the ninja's ball misses not just the cups but the table itself, ricocheting straight off of Gavin's ass. The audience goes wild, and Gavin points at the ninjas and shouts something before turning to high-five his partner. When the second ninja also misses, my playboy bunny roommate raises both arms, contemptuously.

Meanwhile, me and Sam are now deep in conversation. Our faces have drifted slowly closer together. It's quite a sight, watching us- me, the slutty schoolgirl, her, the sexy devil.

This fucking hardon will not go away.

"Hey Jessie," Mike shouts. I turn, wide-eyed and startled. I've got to admit, I look hot. If it weren't for my totally flat chest, I'd look like my own dream girl-

What the fuck. I'm getting turned on by myself in drag. I want to turn on the couch and ask Mike what happened between me and Sam, but I also want to know what happened during the rest of the party. I also don't really want to say anything while I still have a raging erection.

A new video, again. We must be at three or four hours after we arrived. The party rages on, half as big but still just as energetic. Gavin remains at the beer pong table, and has given up any pretense of modesty. The ninja opponents are gone, replaced by a doctor and a nurse, but Gavin's partner, Mr. Batman, remains. My totally straight roommate pretends to let his new friend grind on him, trying to distract the other team. Batman, playing his part, pretends to slap Gavin's ass, his hand eventually stopping, just barely, on Gavin's body. Whatever they're doing, they're still somehow winning their games. Even with his hand still resting lightly on my roommate, Batman manages to sink one of the three remaining cups, and the s**ttered audience goes ballistic.

"Jesus Christ," a voice from off screen, trying to talk to Mike. "If they win this they'll have won like six games in a row."

"Seriously?" Asks Mike.

"Yeah bro, fuckin ridiculous. Batman's a lucky guy."

"Sure is," says Mike, panning the camera back to my roommate and his bunny outfit. "Sure fucking is."

In the background, now in a different corner of the room, Sam has pinned me against the dining room wall. Her mouth is mashed roughly against mine, and her hands are wandering over my body. She breaks the kiss and slams her hips forward, grabbing both of my wrists. She begins to trail kisses aggressively from my ear down to my collarbone, snaking one hand behind me to cup my ass, underneath my skirt. I throw my head back and open my mouth as the devil girl fondles me, teeth tracing my throat. A guy dressed like a cowboy watches us, slack jawed. I wonder if he knows that the slutty schoolgirl he's staring at is actually a guy.

There's an elated squeal from right beside the camera. Mike turns and refocuses on the beer pong table. Gavin, absolutely hammered, has been picked up by Batman. My roommate kicks his dainty feet, laughing, as his partner swings him around in celebration. Their opponents, a doctor wearing a sleeveless coat and a nurse in a bodycon white minidress, seem to be taking the loss surprisingly well. Gavin doesn't seem to care at all when Batman slides his hands down to squeeze his ass, lingering on the seam where Gavin's white pantyhose disappears into his black leotard. He only puts my giggling roommate down when the doctor makes a loud wolf whistle.

Mike leaves the kitchen, peeking around the house. The party seems to have thinned out, so most of what's left is just party fallout: drunk people in little groups, some passed out, some rallying. The two ninjas are smoking pot out on the back porch, and wave at the camera as Mike cruises by. He keeps walking, grabbing a leftover piece of pizza from a delivery box, and walks around the rest of the house. Most of the tiles are filthy with spilled beer and tracked-in dirt. After completing his little circuit, he returns to the kitchen, to the last place the party which is still going strong.

Gavin is now teetering on his heels and dancing on Batman, who's more than happy to rub against my roommate's barely-covered ass. All thoughts of Ashley have evaporated- I would've thought Gavin was playing some huge prank, if I hadn't seen what happened this morning. Both of Gavin's hands are resting on the table, and he looks flirtatiously over at the Wizard of Oz couple that's come to try their luck at beer pong. They haven't even started playing yet- both teams have racked up their full cups, but both Batman and Gavin seem more interested in grinding on each other than in playing the game. Their previously vanquished opponents, the doctor and nurse, are busy feeling each other up on the same couch I'm sitting on now.

Dorothy and the Scarecrow, some of the last two upright people in the entire party, would both rather watch their opponents dance than start the game. Like us, Dorothy has decided to crossdress for Halloween, and has stuffed himself into a blue checkered dress, white thigh-high stockings, and a pair of glittery red heels. He's also wearing the heavy red lipstick and smoky eye makeup you'd expect, but he's taken his costume a step further by stuffing the bust of his outfit with some huge fake tits. The Scarecrow, who I'm pretty sure is a girl (but at this point, who knows), is wearing a pair of jean overalls over a tiny tartan shirt, and basically nothing else. She's taken her straw hat off, and is sipping out of a red plastic cup, egging on my roommate and his partner.

"Kiss her already, you dumbass!"

There's no hesitation. Gavin, drunk out of his mind and high on attention, just spins on his heels and kisses Batman right on the lips. The Scarecrow looks astonished, then celebrates with a cheer and a raised cup. Dorothy laughs and claps. Mike, from behind the camera, shouts: "Oh shit! Get it girl!"

I kind of expect it to be just a peck on the lips, but my roommate and his new friend don't break things off. Pretty soon Gavin has wrapped his slender arms around Batman's neck, and the two of them are full-on making out. After what I saw this morning, I'm not totally surprised, but if I'd been in the room last night I would've been shocked.

Their session dissolves when Mike clears his throat. "Hey Gavin. Gabby. What about Ashley?"

That little comment makes Gavin break free from Batman. He blinks for a moment, looking concerned. Meanwhile, his partner takes the opportunity to fondle my roommate, feeling his skinny ass through the thin material of the bunny outfit. Gavin closes his eyes for a second before shooting Mike a dirty look. "She left already. Said I was too clingy, and that she wanted to go to some other party with someone else. Her loss."

With that, he turns back to his new friend, smiling. My roommate yelps playfully as Batman pulls him into a new kiss, full-on cupping both of Gavin's ass cheeks. There's a sudden shift of view when Mike spins his phone around to catch a video of his own face- he pulls a comically surprised expression and gives the camera a thumbs up.

The Scarecrow girl is totally enraptured. "Oh my god," she says. "That's hot."

Dorothy grunts his approval, but doesn't say anything. His cock is beginning to tent the front of his blue-and-white dress.

"You guys," Scarecrow moans, obviously aroused. "Keep going."

The camera swoops sideways- Mike maneuvering past the Wizard of Oz couple. When Gavin and his new friend break their sloppy kiss, the camera shows both of their erect cocks clearly rubbing together, barely separated by their thin costumes. Encouraged by his audience, my roommate runs a hand tentatively down Batman's costumed chest, tracing the ridges of the fake armor before settling hesitantly on his new friend's bulge.

"Fuck," both the Scarecrow and Mike murmur, simultaneously. Keeping his fingertips resting gently on his partner, Gavin slowly and purposefully forces his other hand down the front of Batman's pants. The other man closes his eyes and leans back as my roommate fishes his hard cock out from his underwear. Gavin, smiling drunkenly, only hesitates for a moment when the rock-hard shaft springs free. Nobody says anything for a few moments as he grabs Batman's cock, then starts slowly pumping it.

"No way," says Dorothy, moving to get a closer look. Scarecrow girl just moans throatily and bites her lip, grabbing the now-forgotten beer pong table with one hand. Gavin starts getting more and more enthusiastic. A minute later, he's moved on to giving his partner a serious handjob- one hand cupped around Batman's balls, the other working the entire length of his cock. Batman puts one hand on the table to steady himself as my roommate starts speeding up, bending slightly at the waist and staring sultrily up at his partner.

Gavin looks over at the camera. He's literally panting with lust, and his eyes are unfocused and glossy under his smoky eyeshadow. He's now pumping his partner's cock so vigorously that the motion shakes both his costume bunny ears and the little puff of tail that's stuck to the small of his back. Batman gives a long moan, and my roommate moves his other hand to rest on his partner's hips.

There's a whimper from just beside the camera. Mike turns to see the Scarecrow push her hand up her own dress, openly playing with herself. "Oh my god," she moans, barely able to keep focus. "So fucking hot."

Gavin sinks to his knees, still vigorously jacking Batman's cock, lipstick-smeared mouth hanging open. The purple cockhead is just a few inches from his flushed face. After half a minute of dreamily staring at both the prick he's servicing and his partner's aroused expression, Gavin leans forward and plants a tentative kiss, right on his partner's shaft.

Crossdressing Dorothy suddenly pushes past the camera, red heels clacking on the tiles, until he's standing right beside Batman. There's a brief shuffle as he frees his own cock from under his blue-and-white dress, then an approving moan as Gavin grabs this second shaft in his other hand while wrapping his lips around Batman's prick. The Scarecrow moans as she plays with herself from the other side of the table. On the couch, I'm so hard I feel like I might cum without even touching my dick. My Playboy bunny roommate, my previously straight roommate, is now servicing two guys in the middle of the kitchen. He looks up at both men from behind lusty eyes, and winks sexily at the camera with those ridiculous fake eyelashes.

If I hadn't just seen Gavin suck Mike off a few minutes ago, I would never have believed it. Gavin had showed up to the party with his smoking hot female friend-with-benefits, and had ended- what? Sucking off two guys? At least? While I was busy fucking some hot chick in a bedroom somewhere? Fucking crazy.

Mike steps away from the kitchen and into the hall, muttering something about giving some privacy. Behind him, the slurping noises of Gavin going down on the two guys and the moaning from the Scarecrow as she plays with herself are still audible. The house isn't that big- other than the front room, the massive kitchen/dining room, and the spacious back yard, the rest of the place is just bedrooms and bathrooms. Mike passes by one door, quietly. The next, I remember, is a bathroom, light on and door wide open. The girl dressed as a sailor has passed out in the bathtub, an unspilled can of beer in hand- Mike just sees her and laughs, before retrieving the beer and grabbing a blanket from a nearby cupboard to throw over her. The third door he almost passes without stopping, but he hesitates when he hears a long and muffled moan escape from behind it. I can hear Mike chuckling as he grabs the doorhandle and slowly creeps it open.

It's Sam, the devil girl, pumping away at-

Me.

Oh my fucking god.

For one thing, she's not a girl. The tall, leggy brunette with the gorgeous legs and the perfect makeup is a guy. And he's standing behind me, fucking me in the ass. He's pulled the bottom half of his lingerie totally off, bucking his naked hips straight into mine. Me, standing up but bent almost in half, shoved against a mirror. Me, wearing my schoolgirl outfit, eyes screwed shut, gasping for breath as this devil boy rams his cock deep into me. My hoop earrings bounce with every stroke, and you can clearly hear my panting breaths and moans between the clapping noise of Sam's body hitting mine.

I'm pinned against a huge mirror that's easily half the size of the entire wall. Sam is hammering away at me, both hands wrapped around the bare skin above my miniskirt, and he's fucking me so hard that my face bounces barely an inch from the mirror's surface. I'm grabbing the mirror's frame with one hand while scrabbling against the wall with the other. You can see little traces of nail polish where I've dragged my hands down the paint.

"Look at you," Sam says, his voice forceful and dark. "Look. At. You. While. I. Fuck. You."

Each of those last words is delivered slowly and punctuated by his hips slamming against mine. The devil boy moves one of his hands to the back of my miniskirt, bunching it in one tight fist. The gesture exposes my flopping cock, which bounces uselessly as Sam fucks me senseless. He snakes the other slender hand under my tubetop, groping my flat chest. When he tweaks a nipple I squeal, eyes finally opening, and make a series of long whimpers as I watch him fuck me in the reflection of the mirror.

Mike has barely cracked the door open, so neither Sam nor me notice that he's documenting me getting fucked for the first time. He films for another minute or so, catching all the different sounds and expressions I make as Sam relentless pounds me, then politely knocks.

I immediately turn to look, schoolgirl braids almost whipping Sam. On screen, I move to cover my face, but stop and open my mouth wide when Sam snatches my hand away and buries himself as deep as he can inside my ass. He doesn't pull out, and I make a noise halfway between a sob and a moan as he grinds me against the mirror.

"No, no," I moan, on screen. "No cameras."
"What's the matter, baby," my violator mocks, scr****g his condom-covered dick slowly out of my abused ass, drawing another gasping whimper from me. "Mike's just here to say hi. Don't worry."

With that, he pins both my wrists behind the small of my back. I'm obviously not resisting. Mike moves closer, filming, as Sam continues pummeling me. I don't say anything, just gasp over and over as that cock pumps in and out of me. I look at the camera, whimpering, shamed and horny.

"I'm going to come, baby," Sam growls. "You're going to make me cum."

Mike gets a great shot of Sam's toned ass cheeks quivering and tensing as he thrusts one last time into my poor ass. The devil boy groans, and I watch his entire body shake as he unloads himself deep into me. After a few long moments, he pulls his condom-covered cock out of my abused ass with an audible popping sound. I stagger as he lets go of me, and probably would've stumbled to the floor if I hadn't been clutching the mirror so hard.

Meanwhile, in real life, Mike shifts on the couch next to me. I don't have to look over to see he's obviously hard- in my peripheral vision I notice he's freed his hard cock from his shorts. I'm worried if I touch myself, I'll shoot off instantly. My ass suddenly feels incredibly sore.

On screen, devil boy Sam releases me, pushing me face-first onto his bed. As I flop forward he takes a moment to rip both my shoes off, throwing them in a different corner of the room. I get to my hands and knees and look at the camera, trying to hide my face, but even if I hadn't just seen what Sam did to me it's abundantly clear I've just been absolutely fucked. My hair is a mess, my lipstick is everywhere- even my eye makeup has been smudged, like I've been crying. Mike tuts, from the other side of the bed. "Hey, Jessie. C'mere. Let's put that mouth of yours to good use."

The camera bobs down, and I watch as Mike pulls his hard cock out of his pants. Just like he's doing on the couch next to me, screen-Mike starts slowly and purposefully rubbing his huge shaft.

I look worried and confused- still in doggy-style position, staring at Mike's huge dick. Just as I'm about to open my mouth, Sam rolls his eyes and flips up my skirt, bending over to aggressively tongue my abused asshole. That look of fear and regret dissolves instantly, and I screw my eyes shut and bite my lip hard. Mike takes the opportunity to walk right up to me and force his thumb straight between my lips. I watch as screen-me sucks on Mike's thumb, moaning into his hand as Sam gives my freshly-fucked ass a rimjob.

"You ready to suck this dick?" Mike asks.

I look up at him, obviously turned on, and pop his thumb out of my mouth. I shake my head, hesitantly. Sam looks up at the camera, then sarcastically rolls his eyes.

"Listen, Jessie. You'd better start taking care of Mike. Or else I'll stop."

With that, he slips one finger into my ass and starts pumping me. It takes me a second to realize that the moaning I can hear isn't coming from the TV. It's coming from me. Mike on the couch next to me is working his dick faster and faster.

On screen, I move to jerk myself off. Sam swats my hand away, pumping harder with his finger.

"Just focus on your pussy, baby. And put that pretty mouth to work."

Sam grins and moves to slip two fingers into me. Mike takes the opportunity to shove his cock into my wide open mouth.

I'm just like Gavin. I thought I was going to fuck a hot girl, last night. But instead, I'm dressed like a slut, getting worked from both ends.

This goes on for a few minutes. Sam, behind me, pumping me in the ass with his fingers. Mike, looking down at me from behind his phone camera, feeding his dick into my greedy mouth. Beside me on the couch, Mike is stroking himself faster and faster. I have no idea what to do. On screen, Sam pulls me backwards, eliciting a brief grunt from Mike as his huge dick slips out from between my lips. The Devil boy looks at the camera and winks, before flipping me over and pinning my shoulders to the bed with his hands.

"This time I want to look at your face when I fuck you," he growls. I shake my head, still unsure. My wig is almost coming off my head, at this point, and one of my clip-on earrings rips off in the tangle. Sam, uncaring, puts a new condom on his cock and grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Mike manages to film the whole scene: me, staring awkwardly up at Sam, who positions himself over me and slowly pours lube over his shaft. He takes a moment to squirt some onto my asshole, as well, before spitting directly on my hole.

He slips easily into me. Sam folds me in half, wedging my knees onto his shoulders. He pounds me, just as hard and just as fast as he did when he had me against the mirror. Once again, I start making little girlish moaning noises as his cock plunges into me. Sam grabs the tops of my thigh-high socks for leverage, hammering me straight into the bed. Dirty talks spills easily from his lips.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Jessie."

"I'm gonna fuck your ass all night long."

"You're never going back to girls after this."

"You fucking slut," he says, leaning forward so his dick is as deep as it can go, his face almost pressing up against mine as he crushes into me. "You told me you were straight."

"I. Am. Straight." I moan, trying to say it in between strokes as the devil boy pounds me, over and over.

"Say that again, slut." His voice drips with mockery.

"I'm straight. I. Like. Girls."

There's something so overwhelmingly erotic about watching me, dressed as a girl, getting fucked like a pornstar.

I'm more turned on than I've ever been in my life.

"Oh, oh," I moan, on screen.

"That's right baby. Take this dick. Fuck you're tight."

"Oh... I..."

"I know baby. You're a slut now. Say it,"

"I... I..."

"Say. It."

"I'm a slut. Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckme-"

I almost jump out of my skin when Mike, in real life, grabs my hand in and pins it firmly over his cock. I resist for about half of a second, before I start working his dick. He's so hard, so strong. Just like on the screen, I feel so... submissive. So right. So fucking horny. His dick is soft, but hard like iron under my hands. I run my hand up and down its huge length, squeezing and rubbing his warm shaft.

After a few minutes, Mike leans over to open the cabinet next to the couch. I feel a strange emptiness when he pulls his cock away from my hand. Heat swells off his muscular body as he repositions himself so he's right against me. He rips my blanket off, but I can't tear my eyes away from what I can see on the screen - the sexy schoolgirl, moaning in ecstasy, getting hammered by the androgynous devil boy. My limp cock flutter against my abs as Sam does his best to fuck me into the bed.

A shock runs through me when I feel what Mike, real life Mike, is about to do. His massive cock, the one that I had just wrapped my hands around, the one that he had shoved into Gavin's throat just minutes ago, presses firmly against my naked hole. I feel him pour cool lube over me, then his slimy cockhead pushes against my raw entrance, teasing me, already beginning to stretch me out.

"Wait... wait... Mike..."

On the TV, I'm moaning like a whore. "Higher pitch," Sam commands, and I instantly switch to a girlish whimper. "Oh I'll be your slut, Sam. Let me be your whore, pleaaaasee."

"Good girl," the devil boy says, winking to the camera. He slides his cock almost all the way out of my ass, until he's just barely inside me, and just as my schoolgirl-self looks up at him he rams it deep inside, bottoming out totally.

"Don't worry, baby," Mike coos, in real life. "You're gonna love this."

I can't even think, I'm so turned on. On screen, I'm getting totally fucked, missionary style. Mike moves himself to exactly the same position now, ready to repeat the pounding I got last night. Unlike Sam, he's so big- so muscular. So powerful. He's wearing exactly the same kind of smug, lusty expression that Sam has, on screen. With one easy motion, Mike grabs one of my legs and places it on his shoulder.

"Feels like you got blown out last night," he says casually, as his lubricated cock slides effortlessly into me. I want to respond, to say something back, but I can't. He fills me so totally, so hugely. I can't believe it. His cock is enormous, and all I can do is stare wide-eyed at his leering, arrogant face. I want to tell him to stop, that no matter what happened last night I'm not gay, that I don't want him sticking his thick shaft into my waiting asshole.

There's no resistance, from either me or my ass, so Mike effortlessly plunges his girthy rod halfway into me, before slowing down.

I want to say no. I want to protect my manhood. Instead, I just gape upwards at him as he buries himself inside me. I recognize that feeling of being filled, from last night. I whimper involuntarily.

"Like I said," he repeats, slowly sliding out of me, scr****g his cock against my insides as he comes almost all the way out. "You're gonna love this."

"Mike... I..."

"You what?" He mocks me, pushing in again. This time I can't hold back. It's too much of a turn-on. This guy, this muscular man, dominating me. Me, dressed like a slutty schoolgirl, being penetrated like a bitch on his couch. I've never been this horny in my life.

"You think you two are the first straight boys that we've turned out? No way. You're all the same. Deep down, you get turned on enough, you realize that you're just a fucking slut. Look at you. Dressed like some whore, showing up to me and Sam's house. You love this, don't you?"

I don't want to say it, as he pounds me again and again. Last night was one thing. I stare at myself, on screen, as I'm in the process of getting bitched. The Jessie that night has the same expression I have right now. Confused. Pained. Elated.

"Say it."

I look back at him, losing myself in that dominating gaze. I try to bite my lip, but he just fucks me harder- not long, slow strokes, but deep, hammering fucks. One of his hands is splayed against my flat chest, the other hugs my slender leg to his shoulder.

"Say it, straight boy."

I can't help myself. This man is fucking me, making me his slut. His cock pumps in and out of my abused ass, turning me out, making me crave more.

"Mike... please..."

He narrows his gaze, slowing down. I desperately try to wiggle my hips, trying to get that magic cock to fit deeper inside me.

"Please what?"

"Please... please fuck me! Please! I need your cock, oh, I'm your bitch, I'm-"

My voice cuts off when he starts going as hard as he can. Before, he was just pumping me, but now he's fucking, and I can barely take the pressure of his body crashing down on me. I was trying before to be quiet, to hold onto my pride, but now that he's started ploughing me I can't hold back. I moan, moan as hard as I can, until all I can hear is the clapping noise of his skin on mine and my own girlish surrender.

I can't think.

I can't do anything.

I can just lay here, and take it, as this powerful man turns me into his personal fuckslut. My own prick flops uselessly, soft, lolling against the upturned plaid of my skirt. I close my eyes and lean back on the couch, letting Mike fuck me, begging him to fuck me, gasping as he wraps one hand loosely around my throat, moaning for more as his cock plunges deeper and deeper into my ass. His heaving body is sheened with a layer of sweat.

"Tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch," I say, without hesitation.

"Tell me you love dressing up like a slut."

"I love dressing up like a slut."

"Tell me you love it when I fuck the fake macho bullshit out of you. Tell me how much you love getting turned into a crossdressing little whore."

I open my mouth to talk, but before I can speak he drags his hand down my chest and latches onto my soft cock. I cum in seconds. He laughs, surprised, and I almost black out from the sensation as I start shooting the biggest load I've ever had, all over my body. Mike quickly pulls out of me, then uses one hand to raise my hips up so I'm almost totally inverted, body held upright in his powerful grip, flaccid cock directly over my face. I keep dripping cum, spraying myself with my own warm semen- it lands in thick dribbles on my mouth, cheeks, and forehead.

Mike laughs and places me back down on the couch, running a finger over the glazing of cum that covers my face. He works his finger into my mouth- I suck on it, eagerly, tasting sweat and stale beer.

"Here you go Jessie, you sissy bitch."

He shifts, easily getting to his feet, erect cock bobbing as he stands over me. I giggle, looking up at him as he pumps his shaft. This man, this big, powerful man, has just put me in my place.

"Open your mouth and show me that tongue."

I do so, not thinking. I stick my tongue out like the pornstars I love watching, hungry for his seed. In response, Mike grabs my wig and pulls it totally off, throwing it across the room. He grips my natural hair in one fist, holding me in place.

Mike moans and explodes all over my face, coating me instantly with ropes of warm cum. I can't help but moan in satisfaction that I made him so horny, that I made him cum so much. Two, three, four more bursts cover me, and I close my eyes and feel his seed drip all over me.

I lay groggily on the couch, not thinking, basking in the knowledge that I'm Mike's cumslut. Twelve hours ago I was trying to sleep with a hot girl. Now, after getting fucked by two separate guys, I just let one of them cover my face with his cum. And I love it. I like my lips, tasting his salty load. I don't need to chase girls, any more. I just need to be Mike's sissy.

The hinges of the unlocked front door squeak as someone pushes it open. "Hey, Mike, I need my phone-".

I open my eyes, just in time to see Gavin step back into the house, still dressed like a playboy bunny. He stares at me, cum-soaked, and his jaw drops.

"Hi Gabby," Mike says, still looming over me, dick in hand. His warm cum trails from my face back to his cockhead. I stare at my roommate, who just half an hour ago was in the same position. "Looks like you aren't the only straight boy who got put in his place last night," Mike laughs.

Neither Gavin nor I say anything. I'm not surprised at all, when he walks timidly over to me. Not surprised in the slightest when he gets on his knees and kisses me straight on my cum-plastered lips. I close my eyes and kiss him back.

"Fuck yeah," Mike murmurs, pulling out his phone to video us.

It's going to be a good day.