Masquerade Balls, Pt 1 of 3

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# Part 1 - Preparations
Kyle's hands trembled slightly as he unwrapped the box, tearing the plain brown paper carelessly. Just as he began to ease open the flaps his phone buzzed in his pocket, causing him to jump and to drop the box to the floor of his dorm room. "Jesus," he exclaimed softly to himself, his heart suddenly racing like he'd run up a flight of stairs.

Kyle looked down at his phone to see a text, from her. *How does she always know the perfect time to message me?* he thought wonderingly. Her text said,

> like the outfit?

He bent to retrieve the box.

Inside was a single pink, angora ankle sock, that looked to be the perfect size for a 10 year old girl. What the fuck? His phone buzzed again, and this time he only jumped a little. He looked down at the message:

> its 4 ur junk

He looked around the room suspiciously, making sure he was really alone.

His phone buzzed a third time.

> remember to get all cleaned up for the party tonight (;
>
> pick u up at 8!

Kyle looked disconsolately at the sock, a growing nervousness in the pit of his stomach. *How do I get myself into these things?*

\*\*\*

At 7:55 there came three sharp knocks at the door. Kyle sat on his bed, facing the door. He was freshly showered and shaved, and naked as a jaybird except for the pink angora sock straining to envelop his genitals. He took a deep, calming breath and said, "Come in."

He thought he heard a huff through the door. "Now, that's not very polite. Come here and open the door for your guest," a playful but commanding voice replied.

Kyle rolled his eyes, but made his way to the door with a half-smile touching his boyish features. Truth be told, in spite of some of the...eccentric things she was into, Kyle felt his stomach flutter at the thought of seeing Keri again. He was only beginning to realize how hard he'd fallen for her over the past few months. He knew next to nothing about the night's festivities, but it would take a complete idiot to miss the fact that it would be humiliating for him. He was only wearing a pink sock, for Christ's sake! But somehow, in spite of all this, his cock began to harden in its plush prison at the thought of pleasing her...

\*\*\*

Keri stood outside, waiting impatiently for poor Kyle to come and open the door. She resisted the temptation to tap her foot, and instead took a calming breath. But she was just so fucking excited for this party!! She couldn't keep still, and ran her hands through her shoulder-length brown hair, then picked the non-existent pieces of lint from her PJs for the thousandth time. She looked down at herself to make sure she was still on point: her tits, though fairly large (especially on her small frame), were perky enough that she didn't need a bra, and they stretched out her white tank top nicely; her pink boy shorts managed both to cover and reveal her great ass at the same time, while also drawing attention to her spectacular legs; and finally, her electric-blue knee-high socks. They, too, were angora; brand new and oh-so soft, brought out special for this special night. She also had on her Mary-Janes, but that was just so her socks wouldn't get ruined on the walk over the to the party.

The handle turned and the door slowly opened a crack, and Keri saw just one of Kyle's eyes peeking nervously out. "Is anyone out in the hall?" he whispered. Though his eyes briefly lingered on her chest, like always, Keri saw them practically bug out of his head when he beheld the glorious blue socks adorning her feet and legs.

Keri could barely suppress a laugh at how cute he was! She hit the door with the flat of her hand, bumping Kyle's nose hard enough to make him stumble back but not hard enough to really hurt. Then she saw him in all his glory, and her heart leapt in her chest at the same time her clit throbbed in excitement. She quickly stepped into the room but didn't bother shutting the door. She wanted to *squeeee!* like a little girl on Christmas, but maintained her composure. Mostly.

"Ooh, Kyle! It's even better than I hoped!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together over her breasts and bouncing in excitement. Kyle stood holding his nose. His short, blond hair was carefully tousled. His tall, thin, mostly hairless frame was almost completely exposed before her; his pale, creamy skin practically sparkled in the dying sunlight. Truly he was a delicious sight. But best of all, his only concession to modesty the pink angora sock encasing his (mmmm, enormous!) genitals. All because of her!

She dropped to her knees in front of him and ran her fingernails up his thighs and over his stomach. Kyle shivered and goose-flesh broke out over his whole body. "God," Keri exclaimed softly, "I can see the ridge of your cockhead through the sock, and you're not even hard!" But even as she spoke the sock-encased python began expanding at an alarming rate. Kyle flushed in abject embarrassment, and kept holding his nose. Keri watched, rapt, as soon his heavy balls slipped free of the sock and his mighty cock towered above her face, pointing at the ceiling. His fat, circumcised knob was so wide it actually stretched out the sock, and his thick shaft wasn't far behind. She could see it twitching gently with every beat of his heart.

In reverent awe she carefully grabbed the sock at his tip between her index finger and thumb, and slid it off of his rampant erection. Kyle shivered again at the intoxicating sensation, a low moan escaping his lips. Keri unconsciously licked her lips as his quivering monster came into view. It was, quite simply, the biggest, most magnificent cock she had ever laid eyes on, and though she would never admit this openly to Kyle, she wanted nothing more than to wrap her lips around it and suck until he exploded a tremendous load of his thick cum right into her mouth. Well, *almost* nothing more.

Keri's own face and chest were flushed with arousal, and her breaths were coming short and quick. She brought up her right hand to cup his fat, hairless balls, bulging in his scrotum, as she used the sock to trace the thick veins running up his throbbing shaft. "Mmm, all clean and nicely shaved," she said admiringly. Without looking up she said, "Kyle? Tell me the truth: have you been a good boy?"

Somehow Kyle's blush actually deepened, and he moaned again in the combination of lust and shame. "Yah," he said softly. Keri, with a tremendous effort of will, dragged her eyes from his cock and balls, and squinted up at him dangerously. She tightened her grip on his left nut, her dainty hand unable to hold both balls at the same time. Kyle grunted in discomfort, but his hands remained at his sides, trembling. "Uh, I mean, Yes, Keri."

Keri spoke loudly and firmly, "You jerked this monster just like I told you, but you didn't spill any of your hot, thick, gooey cum?" the last words practically dripping from her plump, full lips.

Kyle looked up in a panic to see that the door to his dorm room was still wide open. "Uh, no. I mean, YES! Yes, I did just like you said," Kyle said hurriedly. Just then Keri heard two girls walk by, and then stop in the doorway. They tittered at the naughty tableaux, and one of them said, "Geez, Keri. You sure know how to pick'em! You coming to the party?" Kyle was practically crying from embarrassment.

Maintaining her grip on Kyle's left nut, Keri glanced over her shoulder and said, "Yup. We'll see you guys there!" The girls giggled to one another again, and then finally left. "So, Kyle, how long has it been?"

"Aw, geez, Keri. You know how long it's been, come on- eek!" Kyle squeaked, as Keri tightened her grip considerably, his left nut distorting in her deceptively strong hand. "Okay, okay! It's been, ugh, seven days! Ahhhh," Kyle sighed in relief as Keri loosened her grip.

"Good," she said, giving the underside of his balls a firm pat, causing Kyle to grunt again. His knuckles were white with the effort of not cradling his aching balls. "I like them nice and full, and it will make tonight's...festivities even more fun," Keri said with an ominous wink. "But, you really should try and keep yourself soft. You're just too big for this tiny sock, and your poor ballsies are so exposed when your big thing gets all hard," she said teasingly. Of course, this only had the effect of making Kyle's erection stiffen further, and a small bead of precum actually formed at the tip of his straining cock. Keri stood, almost a full head shorter than Kyle, and then bent at the waist. Her generous breasts seemed to be trying to burst free of her too-small tank top, and then she gave Kyle's cock a wet kiss, right on the bursting tip, slurping up the precum in the process. A deep, "Mmmmm," of satisfaction emanated from her throat, as a guttural groan escaped Kyle.

Then she straightened and wrapped her fingers around the back of Kyle's neck, and looked up at him seductively. Kyle's cock actually jumped, and his heart skipped a beat. Keri could see in his eyes that she owned him, that he would do anything for her; what Kyle didn't know was that he had captured her heart as well. Which made her feel only the tiniest twinge of guilt for what she was about to do.

"Kyle, honey," she whispered in that crazy-sexy voice of hers, looking down at his twitching erection mere centimeters from her belly, "are you sure you're up for tonight? Knowing what's coming, you still want to go with me?" Kyle winced in anguish, but nodded his head. As if the poor guy could do or say anything else in this state, with Keri batting her doe eyes up at him. "I need you to say it, Kyle."

"I...I want to go with you to the party, Keri."

"...and participate in all the, uh, activities?" she prompted.

"...and participate in \*gulp\* all the activities," at this she felt him shudder, and her own pussy throbbed in response.

"Oh, Kyle! You've made me the happiest girl in the whole school!" she exclaimed softly. She pulled him close, got up on her tiptoes, and kissed him hard on the mouth. Kyle's rampant, leaking cock pushed up her belly and bumped the underside of her tits as it was squished between their bodies. She felt Kyle moan into her mouth, as his arms encircled her and he kissed her back.

Fuck, she could stay here kissing him like this all night! But obligations must intrude. Gently she pulled back, taking a deep breath. She could feel a flush all over her body, and she felt like she was soaking clean through her shorts. "Okay, we need to put the sock back on now, so we can head to the Ball." Kyle was in a daze of lust and didn't register what was happening. Keri smiled to herself; God, he was so cute! Then she tightened her grip on the back of his neck, and quickly brought her knee up into the bottom of his sac, smashing both of his heavy, aching balls into his pelvis, HARD. \*CRUNCH\* An, "Urk!" escaped Kyle's mouth which was hanging open in shock; the pain hadn't hit yet.

And before it could, Keri adjusted her grip and stuck out the end of her tongue in concentration. She sent her knee into his fat, exposed nuts two more times in rapid succession. \*SMACK! SMACK!\*, feeling the over-sized orbs actually compress against her knee. Then the pain exploded in Kyle's brain, and a soft mewling sound came out of his wide open mouth. Thankfully, his cock had softened to a more manageable size, so no more knees were needed. Keri gave Kyle a quick kiss on the chin, whispering, "Sorry." Then she slid back to her knees and carefully tucked Kyle's aching genitals back into their angora prison. Keri's training was paying off: Kyle's knees hadn't buckled, and though his hands were clenched white-knuckle tight, he wasn't cradling his no-doubt *throbbing* testicles. *He just might be ready for The Contest,* she thought cautiously.

Once his swollen junk was all tucked away, she pulled out their masquerade masks. Hers was white, with fake diamonds and fan of white feathers adorning the front. She stood up on her tiptoes to put on Kyle's face a gold mask with one large, dark green feather. "There!" Keri said, smiling excitedly. "Alright, let's go!" She stood and grabbed Kyle's hand, hurrying toward the door in irrepressible excitement, Kyle stumbling in tow.

\*\*\*

"Shouldn-" Kyle's voice cracked horribly, and he cleared his throat to try again. "\*ahem\*, shouldn't I put on some shoes or something?"

Keri looked back at him like that was the most idiotic, ridiculous idea she'd ever heard. "You want to walk around in just shoes and a sock on your cock?? That would look absurd," she said reasonably. Soon they burst through the main doors to the dorm and out onto quad. The beautiful oranges and pinks of the sunset gave the evening an almost magical feeling, but all Kyle could think about was his aching testicles. Little did he know that he would look back on this ache with fond nostalgia before the night was through...

\*\*\*

Samantha looked herself over in the mirror one last time. Her long, strawberry-blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her short bangs had that perfect amount of bounce. Her makeup was on point: colorful, but subtle. And she liked to think her thick-framed glasses highlighted, rather than obscured, her emerald green eyes. Finally, her PJs (a baggy, long-sleeve shirt and flannel pants) were cute and comfortable. *Very* comfortable, actually. In fact, there were only two pieces of her attire that caused the young lady to blush: her bra, and her socks.

Her breasts had lately become something of a mixed blessing. She was a bit of a late bloomer, and they had really developed in the last year or so. On the one hand, their size and shape were truly glorious; she loved playing with them almost as much as did the boys whom she had let feel her up. On the other hand, they were difficult to hide and always brought a great deal of attention, whether she wanted it or not. For tonight, Amy had lent her a particularly sexy bra that fit better than anything she'd ever worn, but also had the alarming effect of lifting and highlighting her generous assets. Even through the baggy, long-sleeve t-shirt her considerable endowment was obvious.

Her other concessions to immodesty for the evening were the plush angora socks she wore on her slender feet. There was just something about the incredibly soft, colorful material that made her feel downright sexy. Normally she felt a little self-conscious about this particular bent, but she had resolved to indulge herself on this very special night.

As she admired herself in the mirror, her hand crept under the waistband of her flannel pajama bottoms, and began to massage the moistening folds of her pussy over her lace panties. Amy had also taken her for her very first waxing last weekend, in preparation for her college visit, and the sensations were still new and *amazing*. She knew her best friend wanted to get going to the sorority party, but she couldn't resist a little pre-heating of the oven. God, if even half the things that she'd heard about Beta Beta parties were true...

\*BAM BAM\* "Sam? Come on! Get your fingers out of your high school pussy and get out here! We gotta go!" Amy shouted mockingly through the door. Thankfully she did not simply burst in. Nonetheless Sam's hand shot out of her pants so fast she ended giving her right tit a pretty hard slap. She winced and rubbed the tender flesh gingerly, which only caused the pulsing in her pussy to intensify. She was 80% sure that Amy was simply razzing her, but it was still embarrassing to be called out like that. Sam was certainly no prude, but she still believed in keeping some things *private*.

She took one last look in the dresser mirror, and then called back, "Keep your panties on, Amy!" She then turned and threw open the bedroom door dramatically to find her Asian friend wearing nothing but a pink silk robe that barely came to her mid-thigh, and revealed *way* more of Amy's generous tits than it hid. Jesus, was she even wearing panties?

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Amy exclaimed, laughing. "This isn't a senior-class sleepover, honey," she chided, shaking her head. She then unceremoniously grabbed Sam's waistband and yanked the flannel pants down in one smooth motion.

Sam let out an "Oh!" of surprise and embarrassment, instinctively covering her crotch with her hands. After a moment she realized that Amy wasn't joking, and so she self-consciously stepped out of the pants. "You want me to go to a party...with no pants on??"

"Look, Sam, this is a pajama-themed sorority ball. Think of it as an excuse to be as naughty and slutty as you can imagine; that's what the rest of us are doing. It's really quite liberating," at that Amy gave a spin, confirming for Sam that yes, she was most emphatically *not* wearing panties. Amy then put her hand on her chin, frowning as she eyed Sam in her baggy shirt and black lace panties. "Better, but..." Amy muttered. Then here eyes lit up and she got the most disturbingly wicked grin on her face. She resolutely walked over to Sam, gripped her best friend's shirt at the right shoulder, and ripped! The sleeve separated cleanly at the seem, and then Amy repeated the procedure on the left side. And just like that Sam stood, still somewhat in shock, in a surprisingly sexy sleeveless shirt. The hole left by the sleeves was big enough that Sam's sexy bra and magnificent tits were clearly displayed whenever she moved. "Perfect!" Amy exclaimed in satisfaction.

Sam looked down at herself, biting her lip. "Are you sure this is okay?" She attempted to adjust the shirt to give herself a scrap of modesty, but it was useless.

"Sam. First of all, lighten up; this is a college party. B) it's a masquerade ball; no one's going to know it's you. Oh! Which reminds me..." Amy sprinted by Sam back into the bedroom, returning a split-second later with two masquerade masks, complete with feathers and everything. She handed the deep violet one to Sam, and affixed the crimson one to herself.

Amy beamed and grabbed her hand. "Come on!" As they exited the dorm room and headed down the hall, Amy could barely contain her excitement. "I can't believe they scheduled the senior visits for the weekend of the Beta Beta Ball. This is the best introduction to college life I can imagine," Amy said, winking. "This party is going to change your life, Sam," she added. Neither of them had any idea how true that statement would turn out to be.

*End of Part 1*

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