Another One Goes Missing

When Anna told Tom to give her a handkerchief and he replied that he did not have one, she reached up to snatch the pirate bandana from his head. "You had a pretty heavy load," she commented as she wiped the sticky goo from her face. When she had finished, she gave him back the cloth, which he shoved into a pocket. He was not going to wrap what was now a cum-rag around his head. She was about to go back into the party when he told her to wait a minute. Taking off her witch's hat, he peeled off his eye patch and placed elastic band around her head.

"There you go," he said when he had adjusted it to his satisfaction. "Another tragedy of the Sperm Wars."

"Oh, so that's the trick," she said as they walked hand-in-hand towards the old abandoned house. "There is a tiny little hole in the center of the patch so that you can see."

The party was in full swing. Helen had passed out and was lying in a corner of the room, still not wearing any clothes. There was a lot of nudity or semi-nudity throughout the first floor. And not just the girls. Some of the boys had shucked off the bottom halves of their costumes and underwear. As they danced around, they made exaggerated hip movements. Their rotating pelvis caused their dicks to flop around like helicopter blades. The girls found that hilarious.

Hearing loud peals of laughter coming from what used to be dinning room, Tom and Anna went in to investigate. There was a handjob contest going on. Three of the Sorority sisters were competing to see who could make her date blow his load first. Weaving in and out of the spectators was Harry, a small wire-bound notepad in his hand. "I'm making book, Tom," he said excitedly as he approached the pirate and the witch. "Do you want in on it?"

Tom craned his neck, studying the competing couples. One girl was on her knees, the other stood off to the side, and the third was standing behind her man, giving him a reach-around. "I don't know," he said seriously, "Who's the odds-on-favorite?"

Harry peered back over his shoulder, pushing his large glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. "I think Jim is getting close. Look at the way he is breathing through his mouth."

"I don't know," Tom replied. "Look at Cindy over there." He pointed to a blonde with bobbed hair. The bodice of her Little Bo Peep's costume had been opened and her perky breasts were on display. Her small boobs around as she stood next to her man, working her hand back and forth with a twisting motion. She held his balls cupped in the palm of her other hand, giving his testicles support. "She gives about the best rub-and-tug on campus."

With his peripheral vision, Tom saw Anna glaring at him with her one eye and he quickly added, "Or so I have been told."

"I wouldn't count out Ted," she said to the two males. "He's a quick shooter. I am surprised he has not cum already. Must be the booze slowing him down. Sometimes he shoots before his tally-wacker is even out of his pants." A slight pause on her part followed by, "Or so I have been told."

"HEY, HAS ANYBODY SEEN JOE?" a new arrival shouted as he entered the room. Then he stopped dead in his tracks, stunned by the sight of a trio of handjobs in process. "What's all of this?" he asked, looking from Tom to Anna to Harry.

But he did not get an answer, for suddenly Ted let out a loud groan, his face grimacing as he shot out all over the topless Harem Girl kneeling in front of him. "Shit!" the girl squealed and turned her face away as a thick blast of nut-yogurt splattered across her face.

"Another right in the kisser," Tom observed to Anna. "Maybe you girls should start wearing those plastic face shields. You know, like the boys taking carpentry back in High School did."

"Hmmm, or at least safety goggles," she responded, watching the way the girl in a Wonder Woman costume was beating off the man in the Red Devil suit. For some reason it just didn't look right, a white trouser-snake protruding from what was basically a red jumpsuit with a tail sewn on in back. "He should have put red make-up on his thing if he was going to be putting it on display."

"Well, I don't think any of us guys were expecting a sausage grinding party," Tom answered. "Otherwise, we would probably have been out here with you girls helping clean the place up."

She made no reply, for she saw that Devil-dick starting to twitch and then suddenly spew out long ropes of white sperm. The creamy projectiles flew through the air to fall onto the hardwood floor. The girl standing beside him bounced around happily, her hand still stroking, as she milked out all of her date's pecker-sauce.

When the third cock finally erupted, spilling out the contents of the boy's nuts, the earlier news at last registered.

"Wait a minute," one of the now drained boys called out to the assembly in general. "What do you mean you haven't seen Joe around? First Sam and now Joe? What's going on here?"