“I may keep you to that rain check,” Tori said, it being so long since someone had licked her pussy, she’d likely spread her legs in a heartbeat if ordered to.
“You two,” Tracy said, shaking her head at the two brazen women, or at least brazen in theory.
“Then what’s yours?” Tori asked her.
“I plead the Fifth,” Tracy said, picking up on Patrick’s earlier cue.
“Denied,” Tori refuted.
“What?”
“Answer the question,” Tori ordered.
“I don’t know,” Tracy said, squirmingly uncomfortable at the idea of talking about it.
“Tell us,” Christine said.
“Yes, just tell us,” Tori added.
“Fine! I love cum,” Tracy blurted out.
“Who doesn’t?” Tori said, although she was surprised to hear that.
“Not a big fan,” Patrick joked, as he enjoyed listening in on these heretofore secret revelations.
Tracy, wanting to clarify added, “I mean I love swallowing cum.”
“And jerk-face went and banged the babysitter,” Tori said, shaking her head. “Talk about shooting yourself in the foot!”
“Yeah, he still liked blow jobs, but in recent years he wouldn’t go down on me, or even fuck me,” she said, having learned in high school the way to get boys interested in you when you’re a chubby girl, is to do things the other girls wouldn’t. So she sucked a lot of cock, swallowed a lot of cum, got double teamed a few times, and took it in the ass. She actually really liked anal sex, but she wasn’t about to share that tidbit of information. It just sounded too slutty.
“Harold isn’t even a proper man,” Patrick said. “I always made sure Jill got off before I did.”
“What a gentleman,” Christine said, impressed.
“And your secret turn on, Patrick?” Tori asked.
“I’m not sure it’s much of a secret, but I really have a thing for women in nylons.”
“I thought you might,” Christine said, having noticed that the few times she came here from work wearing nylons, he’d seemed to take more than a casual interest in her legs and feet. But not when she was wearing socks or had bare feet.
“And you, Tori?” Patrick asked.
“Well, since we’re all being rather frank here,” she said. “I love getting fisted.”
“Shit,” Christine said.
“Nope, wrong hole,” Tori joked.
“Well… I wasn’t going to say one of my biggest ones because it sounds so slutty, but it’s no more out there than getting fisted, so now I will. I love taking it in the butt,” Tracy admitted, surprised and happy to hear she wasn’t the only one to like doing something really kinky, but then wished she hadn’t impetuously blurted it out.
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises,” Tori exclaimed.
“When you’re the fat girl, you have to learn to do things the skinny pretty girls won’t,” she said.
“Huh!” Christine huffed, thinking there might be some truth to that.
“So! I have an idea; is everyone free on Saturday?” Tori asked.
“This Saturday?” Patrick asked.
“Yes,” Tori nodded.
“That’s Halloween,” Christine pointed out.
“Yes it is,” Tori nodded again.
“Why?” Christine asked.
“I want to assign a task to each of us,” Tori said.
“I’m almost afraid to ask what it is,” Christine said, “but you have me curious.”
“I’m scared,” Tracy joked.
“We each dress up in a costume,” she said, “a sexy costume. And then we take turns reading out to the others a complete description we’ve written beforehand of a fantasy we want to fulfill someday. You may consider it a sexual bucket list item if you wish.”
“Really?” Tracy asked.
“Sure; it’ll be liberating, and perhaps it’ll push us to stop complaining to ourselves about what we aren’t doing and to start doing it,” Tori said.
“Why not?” Christine shrugged. “It’s not as if we haven’t established a strong rapport with each other, so let’s go a bit further by sharing some naughty secrets with each other.”
“I can do that,” Patrick said, the idea of listening to more fantasies from these three hot women a lot more exciting than sitting home alone on yet another Saturday night.
“I don’t know,” Tracy demurred.
“It’s already agreed,” Tori stated, knowing Tracy always gave in, although she included dramatics with it by saying ‘fine’.
“Fine,” Tracy sighed right on cue, but added, “But I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”
“It’ll be fun,” Tori said.
“And perhaps even liberating,” Christine added.
“Okay, if you both really think so, then I’m in,” Tracy finally agreed unequivocally.
They finished up the evening, and each of them went home pondering the story they’d read out in two days’ time, and the costume they’d wear.
…..
Tori sent a text to Christine and Tracy: Wear nylons with your costume. Let’s have some fun with Patrick.
…..
Halloween night arrived, and each book cub member was dressed up for a fun night… although none of them could have predicted the excesses that were really in store for them.
Tori was dressed in a sexy and revealing all-black flapper outfit, with silky sheer thigh high stockings purchased just for the occasion, having discarded the cheap fishnets that came with the outfit.
Christine had struggled with what to wear until Tori shared she was going as a flapper girl, and she knew she had to go for something at least as sexy. So, hinting at her submissive nature, she chose to buy a maid costume, including sheer black pantyhose with a seam down the back.
Tracy had no idea what to wear, but Tori stressed in a dozen emails that she expected her to slut it up. Tracy protested a dozen times, but Tori even went so far as warning if she came overdressed (she actually used the term ‘overdressed’) Tori would have on hand the sluttiest outfit ever for her to put on instead. So, after over an hour in the store browsing through countless outfits, she decided the best way to be slutty and still feel comfortable in herself, was to dress up as a zombie bride. The bridal dress she bought was short, and so tight her huge tits were very prevalent, and her pantyhose were also white, with a couple of rips in them she’d torn herself… but to feel less objectified, she added zombie make-up that greatly distracted from the obvious smuttiness of her altered outfit.