Ghost and goblins

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I could see into the living room, and out onto the back yard, and there must have been dozens of ghost and goblin couples, most just acting normal, talking, eating snacks from the platters around the counters and tables, and out back some were strolling and dancing around the small fire-pit, but more than a few were downright indecent. Right inside the door was a ghost-girl on her knees sucking a guy’s cock through the mouth hole of her costume while he still held a casual conversation with some other guys standing nearby casually jerking off, probably waiting their turn with her.

I cautiously walked by them into the living room, and passed by three couples fucking together, with all three girls lined up side-by-side behind the couch leaning over the back of it with their assess exposed, and each one with a guy doing them from behind. Then even more unbelievably a few seconds later one guy that I was sure was Jessica’s father called out, “Switch!” Then like some perverted game of musical chairs, each goblin masked male switched around to a different lady, and they all laughed like it was a game as their new lover started plowing them from behind. Of all the things I imagined this party to be, an anonymous swinger orgy never even crossed my mind.

“Hey there, cutie,” an older sounding ghost-woman in a chair said to me, waving me over. “It’s your first time, isn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah,” I cautiously stepped over to talk with her, being totally insecure about my own nudity, failing to hold my robe closed over my groin, but trying to make it look casual. Then she stood up and waved down to the seat.
Have a seat,” she said, and not wanting to be rude, I sat down, only to have her follow into my lap, putting her legs over one arm, sitting sideways to talk with me, putting her naked butt right onto my nervously soft crotch. “Bet you’ve never been to a party like this before,” she laughed, gyrating her hips over me, yet acting like this was completely normal.

“No ma’am,” I agreed, still unsure if I should just excuse myself and go home, or stay and try and find Jessica. She must be one of these ghosts, and while many of them were clearly too old, or had thicker legs, I couldn’t pick her out. Most weren’t having sex, just talking with others, but I was more than a bit jealous thinking that maybe she was one of the ones around that was getting fucked by another guy. Maybe one of the ones leaning over the couch?

I looked around seeing another couple in a chair nearby with a young ghost happily moaning as she rode the older guy hard, but she didn’t sound anything like Jessica. Outside I could see a few couples fucking in the grass as people walked around them as if they were just furniture, and I saw people coming and going down the stairs, and through the hallway out to the dining room and study. Maybe some were using the bathroom, but I guessed by the line of cars outside that the whole big house was probably packed with people, many of whom were using some of the bedrooms for fucking. She could be anywhere, with anyone, and I now that I thought about it, this certainly wasn’t her first party either. Yet she invited me here, and given the rules, she must have expected me to get fucked by other women, as this older lady clearly wanted to. I could feel her pussy juice coat my cock as she tried to coax me up with her eager cunt.

“I bet you’re wondering why,” she asked, reaching between her legs so she could fondle my still soft penis, pressing it right between her womanly folds, and stroking it up and down. With all the pornographic acts taking place I was actually surprised I didn’t already have a massive erection, but the sheer terror and uncertainty had kept that from happening. I nodded, sure my voice would crack if I spoke while she gasped my tender bits. “Well, this is actually a semiannual arrangement several of the richest families on the cape have had for over a hundred years. See bloodlines go stale and decrepit if you limit the gene pool, as people saw happen with European royalty. So while they couldn’t change the social norms of status marriages at the time, they came up with this little party in the fall, and another in the spring to help bring in some otherwise socially taboo breeding opportunities.”

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