#57:- The Costume Party

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Normally, the Headmaster ate lunch in his office, but today he joined the students and teachers in the small cafeteria; he had an announcement to make.

“Next weekend, you will be attending a party in town. I expect you to be on your best behavior.” The young women exchanged excited glances. They rarely went into town, and a party with people not affiliated with the school was unheard of.

“Settle down, ladies. You will be attending, but not as guests. You have been hired to serve food and drinks. As you will be representing Royal Oaks, I expect you to be on your best behavior. This is a costume party, you will be dressed appropriately.”

A few days before the party, the Headmaster gathered the students in his office. He showed them a selection of different animal costumes. “You will each choose one for the party – in order by your GPA. Amy, you are first.”

Amy chose the raccoon costume. “I like the idea of wearing a mask.”

Rachel quickly grabbed the unicorn costume; she really liked the sparkly bodysuit. “Look at this horn!” she exclaimed, showing off the rainbow-hued spiral. It attached through a leather harness that was worn over her head. She regretted the choice later.

Liza picked the bunny. “This fluffy tail is so cute… and look at these ears!”

Jennifer chose the cat. “I hope it comes with claws,” she teased.

Valerie took the otter. “They’re so playful! And look at this cute seashell necklace,” she held up the box, showing the other girls.

Linda selected the fox. “This color will go perfectly with my hair. Oh, sorry, Rach…” she apologized; she had forgotten the Headmaster had recently punished her roommate by shaving her head.

Robin went with the robin, smirking. “Inevitable, I suppose, but I do like feathers. I guess I’ll need to stay away from Jen!” she joked. “Or you could pet me until I purr,” Jen whispered, making Robin blush.

Carolyn ended up with the mouse. There were a few other choices – the Headmaster had brought extra – but she didn’t want the frog (ick), skunk (I don’t care how cute it is), or pig (even if it is pink). “Anyone want to trade?” No one offered.

“Try them on, ladies – in case we need to make some adjustments.”

A few of the girls turned to leave, but he stopped them. “Change here.”

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They knew better than to argue; they removed their blouses and skirts. Amy positioned herself behind some of the other girls, but the Headmaster noticed. “Miss Chen, step forward.” She did, reluctantly. “Turn around.” A few of the others gasped softly when they noticed she was wearing a thong.

He sat on his couch. “Over my knees, Miss Chen,” he ordered. He examined the young woman’s smooth bottom. The pink fabric disappeared enticingly between her cheeks. “I don’t believe I’ve had to spank you before, is that correct?”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

He didn’t bother removing her panties – there was no point; her cheeks were bare. Smack!

“One, Sir.”

Smack!

“Two, Sir.”

He spanked her firmly, but it was less painful than she expected. She could see the other girls watching and cringing as he struck each blow. They had each been in that position.

Smack! He wasn’t hitting harder, but It was starting to sting. Her bottom was starting to turn pink.

“Three, Sir.”

Smack! Both cheeks felt warm, like a sunburn.

“Four, Sir.”

Smack! Smack!

“Five. Six.”

All things considered, it was a mild punishment. But the Headmaster was in a good mood; this was the first thong for his panty collection, and he knew he would be adding quite a few more pairs after the other girls put on their costumes. He also knew what the girls would face at the party; he could afford to be forgiving for now.

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The Headmaster peeled off her panties causing her to whimper as the fabric brushed against her cheeks.

“Pay attention, everyone. This is how you will wear your tails,” he explained. He had Carolyn hand him Amy’s costume. He opened the box and took out the tail. One end was striped and bushy like a raccoon’s tail; the other was a metallic teardrop, about the size of a small pear. The Headmaster applied some lubricant onto the plug.

“Butt plugs!” Jennifer whispered.

“Spread your cheeks,” he ordered Amy. She reached back and carefully spread her cheeks. She had no idea what he was going to do, but she could see the expressions of the other women watching. A few were concerned, a few were fascinated. Robin was blushing, and her tongue was lightly licking her lips.

Amy felt something brushing against her anus. The Headmaster was rubbing it with his fingers, spreading more lubricant. Then a light pressure as his finger pushed in, trying to enter her bakırköy escort tight hole. It wasn’t painful; in fact, it felt quite pleasant. But she was so nervous and embarrassed with all the other students watching. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

“Ohhh…” She gasped a little as his finger pushed in. He was slow and gentle but it was still unexpected.

“Try to relax. I know you can handle it.”

She nodded. His finger began to slide in and out, going slightly deeper each time. When he added a second finger, she moaned softly. Her asshole was getting used to the intrusion, even welcoming it. After a minute or two, he withdrew his fingers.

“Miss Atwell, come here, please. I want you to insert the tail.” Robin gently guided the tip of the plug to Amy’s hole. As she did, the Headmaster slid his slick fingers into the redhead’s mouth; she licked and sucked until his fingers were clean.

Amy could feel the hard, cool metal as it pushed into her. It seemed quite a bit larger than the Headmaster’s fingers, but Robin’s firm pressure forced it in, stretching her hole. As the flared base passed her ring, she felt it almost snap into place.

“Excellent. You may get up now, Miss Chen.” Amy stood. “Thank you, Sir.”

—

She reached back and felt the bushy tail. Amy’s costume also included a black eye mask, furry ears on a headband, and a black bodysuit.

“You will all find a bodysuit and other accessories in your boxes. Some have make-up sticks with instructions. I want you to try on your costumes now, but save the make-up for the party.”

The girls all removed their panties – there was no way to wear them with their tails. “Why don’t each of you help your roommate with her tail,” he suggested. “That’s what you’ll need to do before the party.”

Since Amy’s tail was already in place, she helped Carolyn. The mouse tail was long, pink, and rubbery – quite different from the other furry ones. Amy used the same technique the Headmaster had used on her: she massaged and then fingered the Black girl’s ass until Carolyn said she was ready to try the plug.

Amy had to push hard, but eventually, it went in. “Oww… Why is mine so much thicker?” she asked. She was right; it was almost the size of a pear.

“Well, your tail is a lot heavier than mine, I guess that keeps it from falling out.”

“Did you just call my tail heavy?” she teased, pretending to be offended. She wiggled her nice round ass, which caused her mouse tail to swing around and whip Amy. The other girls all laughed; even the Headmaster smiled.

Jennifer’s cat tail was black velvet, long and plush. Liza’s bunny tail was a big white fluffy ball.

Rachel had a silvery braided horse-tail, but the unicorn horn was the main feature of her costume. Valerie’s otter tail was long like Carolyn’s, but furry. Linda’s was a beautiful bushy red with a white tip. Robin’s costume was the only one without a tail, but her cape had wings that made up for it.

Most of the costumes had a headband with ears, and all of them had a bodysuit. The suit had an overlapping seam between the legs, to allow access for the tail (and to let the wearer use the bathroom without having to get undressed Amy thought).

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On the afternoon of the party, the students again changed into their costumes. This time, they applied the costume’s recommended make-up: mostly just drawn-on whiskers.

As they boarded the small school bus that would take them to the party, the Headmaster gave them some final instructions.

“I expect you to be on your best behavior, ladies. I don’t want to hear any complaints from your hosts. Remember, you’re there to serve the guests.”

The girls chatted excitedly on the twenty-minute bus ride. It was a strange experience. All but Robin were wearing their butt-plug tails, and every time they went over a bump, conversation would be interrupted as the plugs pushed into them.

“I wish I’d brought a pillow to sit on,” Carolyn bemoaned.

“At least you have some padding,” Amy observed. “I feel like I’m getting pounded in the butt with every bump…”

The bus took the girls to an impressive gated mansion in the affluent suburbs outside of town. They were escorted to an entrance in the back, which lead to a kitchen already busy with caterers.

A tall, rather gaunt older man seemed to be the one in charge. “I am Mr. Wilks. I don’t need to know your names; I will address you by your attire,” he told them curtly. “You will start by serving champagne and hors d’oeuvres. You should remain silent unless a guest ask you a question.”

He explained a few details they might need to know about the hors d’oeuvres, in case there were any allergies, and then instructed which girls to carry which trays. Valerie didn’t get off to a good start. She was given a tray of champagne, but bumped into one of the caterers, and ended up breaking six glasses.

“Well. I guess we know who will be first on bathroom duty. Otter, put down the tray and bahçelievler escort follow Ms. Ames. She will explain your duties.”

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The party was not at all what the young women had expected. All of the guests were costumed, and all as various animals.

Serving food and drinks was just a small part of what was expected of them. Their main duty turned out to be entertainment. Throughout the evening, guests would choose one of them, and have them “perform” while the other guests watched, and sometimes even participated. Each girl was expected to participate.

Jennifer was the first selected. “Pussy, come here. We have some cream for you,” a woman dressed as a jaguar directed. Jen was led to the center of the room where a small raised stage had been erected. She was told to get on her hands and knees, and (using just her tongue), drink a bowl of cream.

Jennifer didn’t mind the attention, as strange as it was. But after her first lick, when she realized the “cream” was actually cum (still warm, collected from some of the other guests no doubt), she balked.

The woman just smiled. She grabbed Jen’s long hair, and pulled her head back hard. When Jen opened her mouth in pain, the woman poured the cum in until her mouth was full. She didn’t relax her grip until the young woman swallowed; then she caressed her, petting her like a cat. The other guests seemed to be enjoying the show.

“That’s a good kitty. Perhaps there’s something else you’d rather eat, Pussy? How about a mouse?”

Carolyn was guided to the stage by two men, one dressed as a bear, and the other as a cobra. They laid her on her back in front of Jennifer. Each held one of her legs, spreading her wide open. The jaguar-woman unbuttoned Carolyn’s bodysuit, exposing her shaved pussy. She fingered her for a minute, and then slid her fingers into Jen’s mouth. “Would Pussy like to eat a nice fat mouse?”

She pushed Jen’s head between Carolyn’s legs, forcing her mouth onto the Black girl’s mound. When Jen resisted, the woman pulled her head back again, and whispered into her ear: “Don’t make me report me to your headmaster; I promise you wouldn’t like that. Do you understand?” Jen nodded.

The woman emptied the bowl of cum onto Carolyn’s exposed cunt. “There you go, Kitty – two treats in one!” Jen leaned down and licked between Carolyn’s legs. She knew the woman was right – the Headmaster would not tolerate any disobedience. She did her best to keep the crowd entertained, loudly licking and sucking, slurping up the cum.

It could be worse she thought, wondering what had happened to Valerie. At least Carolyn tasted good, and was clean. Jen didn’t mind eating out her friend – she just didn’t like being told what to do by some stranger. But of course, it did get worse. The woman unbuttoned Jen’s bodysuit and rubbed between her lips. “Would anyone like some of this young Pussy’s pussy?” she offered.

Several guests volunteered. The woman selected a man dressed as a bull. He moved behind her, pulled out his dick, and thrust into Jen’s cunt without any warning. He only lasted a few minutes before he pulled out. He knelt over Carolyn, straddling her. Then he jerked off until he spurted a few ropes of thick white cum onto her face. Then he squatted over her, and dragged his ball sack across her face, covering it in his cum. He pushed his balls into her mouth, tea-bagging her as the crowd clapped politely.

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Valerie meanwhile had it much worse; she was handcuffed in the bathtub. At least a half-dozen guests came in and seemed pleased to find her there. The ladies mostly ignored her, but all the men used her instead of the toilet. Some chose to pee on her, showing her in warm piss and soaking her costume.

Most told her to open her mouth, and then directed their stream into her throat, or onto her face when she closed to swallow. One even made her suck on his soft dick; he held her head with her lips pressed against him. The he pissed faster than she could swallow, filling her mouth until it was leaking from both sides.

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Robin turned out to be quite popular with the male guests. Bird costumes were uncommon, and her long red hair really stood out. She was on her knees giving blowjobs most of the evening, or “eating the worm” as one guest called it. She was the only student without a butt plug too, so she had it easy she thought.

That is, until one guest decided she needed red breasts to go with her outfit. He took off her bodysuit, exposing her nice but very pale tits. Then he spent fifteen minutes slapping them until they were indeed bright red.

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A few minutes later, Rachel was brought to the small stage. They had her parade around on her hands and knees to show off her unique silvery costume. Her bald head with the strap-on unicorn horn elicited many comments.

The hostess noticed too. “Would anyone like to get fucked by a unicorn?” she teased. There were quite a few hands raised, even a couple men. She chose a şirinevler escort woman dressed as a mare; it seemed like a fitting match. The woman’s costume was more than casual; she had blinders, a bit in her mouth, and hooves on her hands and feet.

The woman positioned herself in front of Rachel, and then unfastened and opened a flap in her costume, exposing her bottom. The hostess lifted the horse-woman’s tail (it was attached to a butt plug just like the Rachel’s), and helped her guide her horn into the woman’s pussy. A bald girl ramming her head into a horse-woman’s pussy made for a strange sight, but the audience seemed to enjoy it.

When another guest also dressed like a horse requested to join them on stage, the hostess waved him up. He was wearing a strap-on too, but not a unicorn horn like Rachel’s. His was a huge dildo shaped like a horse’s cock, dark pink with black patches. It must have been twenty inches long, and remarkably realistic looking.

Rachel hadn’t seen the enormous toy; her head was down and busy. But she felt when someone unbuttoned her costume and began lubricating her. And she really felt the massive flared head trying to penetrate her tight pussy.

Luckily the dildo was soft and flexible; it still hurt quite a bit when he managed to force the tip in. It was the largest thing she had ever had inside her pussy, even tighter with her butt plug in at the same time. She couldn’t see what was happening, but she could could hear calls from the watching guests: “Fuck that filly!” and “Deeper!”

The stallion kept pushing and managed to get almost ten thick inches into Rachel’s cunt. The feeling was too intense; she no longer knew what she was doing. She had stopped trying to use her horn, but it didn’t matter – each thrust from the stallion moved her forward, sending her horn deep into the mare.

The mare was enjoying her fuck – the horn was a reasonable size, maybe seven inches long, and twisted, which made for some pleasant stimulation. But penetration alone wasn’t enough to make her climax, and her hoof-hands prevented her from masturbating. The hostess took pity on her, and called for one of the students: “Bunny, come up and help us out!”

Liza approached the stage. She was quite nervous; she had never seen a cock even half as large as the stallion’s dildo (except on a real horse, she thought, recalling Thunder). “Hop up here, Bunny. I have a treat for you!” the hostess teased, showing her a big carrot.

The hostess directed her to lie on her back, under the mare, in a 69 position. “Lick that snatch. Let’s see if you can help her cum. If you do a good job, I just might let you cum too.” It was a strange position – all you could see was the mare’s hairy pussy and Rachel’s bald head fucking it with a colorful unicorn horn. Rachel’s eyes were glazed over; she didn’t even realize Liza had joined them.

Liza began to lick and suck the mare’s clit. She could hear the woman moaning through her bit gag. The hostess unbuttoned Liza’s bodysuit, and exposed her to the audience. With one hand, she rubbed Liza’s clit; with the other she started fucking her with the carrot. The mare climaxed quickly; she had been on the edge for a while, and Liza’s talented young tongue was just what she needed to push her over.

Liza came soon after; the hostess seemed to know her way around a pussy. The mare rolled off her, drained from the session. But the hostess wasn’t done with Liza. She guided Rachel’s horn into Liza’s mouth, and then pulled her fluffy tail out. “How about a peter for your cottontail, Bunny?” she teased, moving the carrot from the girl’s cunt to her ass. Liza couldn’t answer; the unicorn horn was pounding into her throat. But the carrot slid in easily; she was gaping from the butt plug, and the carrot was slick with her pussy juice.

After a few minutes, the hostess interrupted them. “Well done, performers! Time for your rewards.” She helped them sit on the edge of the stage. “First, for our lovely mare, a nice juicy carrot!” She removed the mare’s bit gag, and then removed the carrot from Liza’s ass, and fed it to the eager woman.

“For our stallion, you get to be the first to decorate our unicorn’s pretty bald head. I’ve had several requests for that,” she shared. The man removed his massive strap-on, and stood over Rachel. He jerked off, spraying his cum onto her bare head. Several other men were allowed to follow him. By the time they were done, her head was completely coated in cum.

“Foxy, we haven’t seen you on stage this evening,” she noted, addressing Linda. “Why don’t you come up and lap up this creamy treat?”

Linda climbed onto the stage, and the hostess guided her onto her hands and knees. She began to lick the cum off her roommate’s bald head. It took a few minutes to get it all. It was weird, but strangely erotic, and the guests seemed to enjoy watching.

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The hostess thanked the students, and assured them she would tell the Headmaster how well they all had done. She even let them have some food and a glass of champagne while they waited for the bus to pick them up.

The ride back to Royal Oaks was very different from the ride to the party. The girls were exhausted and smelled like sex and sweat. All except for Valerie, whose costume was completely drenched in piss. They made her sit alone in the back.

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