5 comments/ 47556 views/ 5 favorites Halloween Surprises By: LitEroCat [This is my entry to the 2010 Halloween event, so please VOTE and vote BIG. ] * We arrived early at Steve and Laura's home at 1900, when it would normally still be light out. But the rolling thunder and heavy clouds darkened the skies. Thick bursts of eerie, twisted lightning briefly and repeatedly lit up the muggy night. Crashing, earsplitting thunder followed many seconds later so we knew the lightning was actually miles away and not a threat. As we opened the creaky tombstone gate, we could hear the cliched, yet still effective drones of THRILLER blasting. The rain wasn't far behind so we hustled the last few steps to the porch which, like last year, was decorated with realistic, thick skeletons, cobwebs and lit with a black light-bulb, that added to the creepy air. The doorbell made the sound of a gun cocking followed by an extra loud BOOM that made us jump away, though we expected it this year. When Laura opened the door, her costume immediately set the tone for the night. She was dressed as a cell phone with her stunning face in the 'display' screen and the rest of the phone painted on her bare body. Yummy! A stubby antenna was behind her left ear and the keypad was painted from her chest to her navel with numbers 1 and 3 on her big, gorgeous tits while the 0 was on her navel. I wished it had been on her pussy. She greeted us with a sultry, "Welcome. Feel free to use MY phone anytime, all night long. Tweak 3-1-1 SEND, for local info. My SEND button is my G-spot. I know YOU know where that is. Remember that by attending this party you agree to grant everyone free access to every part of your body at any time. That works both ways! No one need ask permission for anything." After drooling a moment, still in the open doorway, I took advantage of the access policy and asked, "mmm, ahhh, what's this hole for?" as I petted her pussy and casually pushed my finger inside her warm slot. "As a peace and safety officer, I'll have to closely inspect this socket shortly." My wife smirked at my quick invasion. "Umphh, that's my charger socket so you can plug in anytime. I like to stay always topped off. There's another socket behind me for an earpiece. I'm sure you'll want to plug into that too later. Before you ask, all the paint is bio grade and ingestible. See if you can spot Steve on your own. You'll have to explain your sexy costumes later. ENTER! The bubbling black cauldron is filled with chilled Halloween grog - that's pumpkin, banana, spices, creme de cacao and dark rum. Lay-dle yourself some." I reluctantly UNPLUGGED my finger and we went for the grog. ************* Three weeks earlier: "Honestly, Abe, (I LOVE teasing him with that whenever I can get away with it) I don't see anything I like for this year's party. They're so lame and not very seductive for an adult theme." "Really, Sara? A costume shop with thousands of outfits and they're ALL lame? You said you wanted to go with our own couple's theme that allowed some role play so we could, ummmmm, mingle closely with anyone we choose. I have an idea and we won't need much from here. If it doesn't fly, you can blame me ...again." Sara agreed to follow my lead. We bought tin badges, cheap cuffs and batons. Sara enjoys sewing and I knew just the missing bits she could modify. I decided we should have matching outfits. We already had most of them. Two wide, black leather belts and navy ball caps with a yellow sports shield would complement the getups, but the heart of the costumes is a pair of navy boy-shorts. Hers is the tiny panty, silk lingerie type that has a waist border of frilly lace she may have to hide. Mine are navy sports shorts that will need extra work. Sara would cut off the beaded edges of the legging and fold then sew the legs up so the inseam would ultimately be less than three revealing inches. Home at last, Sara cheerfully began working on our costumes immediately. "You work out the details of what kind of cops we will be while I try to make your shorts work. I'm sure that using starch will make these more believable, but you'll have to model them so I can get them to ride as low as mine." She nearly cut the legs completely off them then folded the elastic waist several inches before sewing and starching it. The shorts were beyond short and certainly illegal to wear publically, just as her panty, errr shorts, were. She matched our exposed ass cracks so we each had TWO full inches of bare crack exposed. Hers looked sooooo much better on her smooth ass. Shirts were a problem. I found two navy blue, front button shirts at a thrift shop. Holes in the sleeves or tails got me both shirts for a dollar. I had Sara remove all the sleeves and model her shirt first. We decided to cut it down to just below her nipples and leave the edges ragged. Standing normally, the soft round bottoms of her tits were fully exposed. Reaching either arm up exposed that nipple completely, but raising both arms exposed nipples and tits nearly to her clavicle. That will be handy during our festivities. She cut my shirt to match hers. The costumes were finished off with fake handcuffs fit over the wide belt, badges pinned to the shirts, LOUD crime whistles hung from our necks and the batons in hand. We looked like stripper cops maybe delivering arrest-a-grams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We walked into the first room where all chairs were against the walls and the center of the floor was cleared of furniture. About a dozen couples were chatting, dancing and drinking to the horror music in the dim atmospheric lighting. Cobwebs spanned doorways, windows and lamps. The cauldron was on a 4x4 table on its own, surrounded with bits of dry ice that created a dense fog that spilled over the table and onto the floor. A longer, fold up, table held other drinks, snacks and paper ware. Guest movements pushed the fog chaotically across the floor. After mingling some, admiring some creative costumes and enduring complimenting hands over our exposed ass cracks, we moved to the second party room. There were fewer guests there, but they were already hooking up blatantly under the blacklights. The cheaper costumes looked very different since they had glowing, broken lines where white threads held them together. The bits of reflective dust distracted a little, but the glow paint outlining male and female genitals drew our attention. Some even had hidden messages and arrows inviting contact. Mysteriously, my wife's shameless pussy was visible thru her panty and an irregular line of fluids lit up her labia as they flowed out of her depths. The surprise solid, err liquid, proof and exposure of Sara's arousal made my cock lurch and pop out from under my tiny, cut off shorts. It was visible in the dim light, but worse, a white glow swelled at the tip of my accusing dick. I left it exposed as we traveled the room, arms around our waists, and moved very close to each couple. A steamy, exotic woman I recognized as Georgia had her big tits in a stranger's hand and her hand on his covered cock. They broke their French kiss when we came near them and she reached out to my straining dick. She squeezed it, pulled it fully out of my shorts and licked the glowing tip. I heard startled groans come from my mouth. Georgia's partner pressed Sara's crotch with one finger and traced her visible vulva. Sara looked away, but was pleased that others were watching us. He slipped his finger under her minuscule panty and we all watched him smoothly and unhesitatingly slide it deep into my wife's snatch uninvited and unresisted. My cock throbbed in Georgia's mouth as her friend pushed Sara's panty aside to expose her beautiful, precious pussy to us. Our arms were still around our waists as we watched the stranger push two fingers into Sara and used his thumb to skillfully coax her clit to stand. Sara put one foot on the seat under his ass and spread her leg for him. Another couple came closer and watched the man finger fuck my wife. She started breathing roughly and I felt her legs shake. The man pulled his fingers out of her alluring, dripping cunt and put them all in his mouth. He slowly sucked and licked them clean as he stared into Sara's open pussy and she glared angrily at him. He looked up into her killer eyes, "That's enough for you. Be gone." Wow! If looks could kill, he'd already be a pasty puddle of goo. I walked us away and reminded Sara to focus on the pleasure she just had. We came to party not to nurture power hungry assholes. I adjusted my cock back under my shorts, but Sara left her panty exposing her cunt as we walked. We followed some raucous shouting to a bedroom. When we opened the door, we saw several people on chairs playing cards, but seated around a twin bed they used as a table. Men were all on one side, facing all the women. Many were partially dresses and costume fragments were on the floor. The group slapped down their cards and after brief scrutiny, broke into a cheer. The pirate stood up slowly, climbed onto the bed and stripped off his pantaloons. His shirt was already gone, so unless they allowed him to count his bandana, he was left with just his boxers to lose. The long, open pee slot gave the girls a peek inside the boxers as he stepped out of his pants. He tossed them on his chair and stood akimbo for a minute facing the women. After he climbed down, one card was dealt to each player. I asked a participant what the rules were. She said they stayed focused on the objectives and decided on one card stud poker; low hand loses. "They have to stand on the bed and strip off something. Once someone is naked, the high card winner gets to do anything to the loser for a whole minute. There's one more party rule. That naked person joins the rest of the party, staying naked all night. They also have to get everyone's attention after climbing on a chair in the main room and stay there on display until they convince someone of the same sex to take their place at the game. We decided to limit the game to ten players at a time. You shouldn't be in here unless you're taking a chair." "Maybe later. We have to go put everyone on alert!" I slyly replied. We made our way back to the main room. Sara convinced me not to use the party disaster last year in our shtick. Apparently death isn't as much fun as it used to be. "Hey, there's Steve. What is he wearing?" On our way to him, I used my baton to lift skirts and split open some sexy ass cheeks to confirm she was not wearing a thong. "Is Steve naked too? I can't make out what his costume is, but it looks painted on. Look! His little dongle is painted too." I noticed Sara's panty had adjusted itself as she walked, much to her annoyance. Ignoring it, she commented, "Oh, I get it. That black square on his chest is the charger, probably for Laura's cell phone. See? They do match. And his painted, stubby little dongle doesn't stay stubby for long - as we both know. I hope it's ingestible too!" "If it isn't, you'll just have to wash his dick, umm dongle, before you eat it. You'll manage. Hi Steve. Nice paint! Those cords..." "Wow you guys look hot! You're hiding just enough to tease. What exactly are you? Yeah, the silver marks on my chest are the AC plug and the cord painted around my right leg is the line to MY plug. I've already recharged Laura twice in this. On my back is the top of the charger, with text. I still haven't decided what the socket back there is. Maybe it's a TEST socket?" "It must be for Sara's finger, or maybe your boyfriend's cock? Speaking of... You can see that I have to tug my shorts lower so my cock doesn't swing free. When I do, my crack is exposed a lot. When my dick gets hard, I won't be able to cover it unless I pull the shorts below my ass. I can't wait to do that again." Lady Godiva passed by and my dick throbbed and pushed the tent out anew. Sara went to the snack table to get us some drinks. Her sexy little ass bumped up and down in the tiny, clinging panty. "Not that you haven't been staring already, but look at my wife's shorts and how much ass crack she's showing. She keeps tugging them UP, pretending she's covering her exposed crack. Yet, she sewed them to be sure she couldn't cover up. Even better, she keeps tugging the seam into her fleshy split and her camel toe gets deeper with each tug. You just missed an interesting encounter between her pussy and a stranger with Georgia. That almost ended in a fist fight." Laura sidled up to Steve and draped a leg across his little dongle. He replied, "Umm, of course I, WE, noticed. If YOU look carefully, you can see the wet spot growing too. Did you notice how all the men shut up when she walks toward them? How about I go help her clean up and get this party jumping?" Despite all the obvious groping, Steve was first to truly begin escalating in the main room. "Did I hear something about a fist fight? At MY party?" Laura lamented. "I bet our mysterious Georgia sucked your cock the first chance she got. She relishes that and Steve says she's very good. Though we've only known her a few weeks, I can tell you she knows her way around a stiff clit too!" A naked, except for an eyepatch, pale man came from a back room and climbed on a chair. He called for everyone's attention and recited, "Since I'm a total loser, there is an opening in the fun strip poker game for a new male challenger. Someone please take my place or I'm stuck up here. A woman loser should be out shortly." He thrust his hips to make his semi firm dick waggle as he looked around the room. People giggled and I saw two nudge their partners. ObiWan raised his hand and volunteered. He left Leia behind when she promised to replace the first woman to leave the game. Sara was teasing a couple at the snacks table, stretching for things so a tit frequently escaped her shirt, when Steve approached. "Excuse me officer, but your uniform is a little messy. Let me clean it for you." He dropped to his knees before she could comment and stuck his nose into her fragrant crotch. The room quieted as more people turned to watch. He pushed her ankles apart and nudged his nose into her plump pussy lips then rubbed it across her silk-covered clit. Steve slid his hands under her panty, pulsed her bare butt and pulled both her ass cheeks toward his face. He encouraged her to bend her knees to bring her pussy to his mouth. People nudged each other to watch, so forty eyes stared at my friend Steve pushing his tongue out and against my wife's navy colored camel toe. He licked it slowly. With his added pressure, the wet spot tripled in size immediately with her unfallen dew from her earlier finger fuck. Sara leaned back a bit, enough to let both swollen nipples barely peek sexily from her shredded shirt. Knowing we were all watching, Steve noisily slurped her pussy, deeply inhaled her lusty fragrance and sucked her panty. He moaned into her mons and the vibrations helped Sara reach a small climax. Everyone got to see her 'cum' face and she loved the attention. Laura meanwhile had draped her long, shapely leg across my crotch and I slipped my finger back into her hot heaven. She moaned and offered me an unspoiled tit. The black 'paint' tasted of sensual licorice with a hint of vanilla from the white '3' crossing her nipple. What a tasty surprise! "Sweetie, I love the new flavors as a change, but I still prefer your natural musty taste overall, especially your pussy nectar. Savor it with me." I placed my ambrosia-covered fingers between our mouths and we deeply inhaled her aroma and licked them and our tongues. She found my dick, which had already escaped its blue restraint, and pulled it up and out for anyone to see. Laura slowly slipped her hands past my short's waist and languidly slid them off me. She spun me to the open room and cupped my ass before she turned to the wall and bent over sharply. She insisted I plug into her charge socket before her rear opening. As I spread her naked cheeks, I looked around to see we too had an audience that stared at my stiff dick aimed at her beautiful pussy. She was as warm and silky as every other time we fucked. I looked to my side and noticed my wife bent over the snack table, her panty at her ankles and Steve rutting into her. He had to slide her cuffs out of the way before he could slam her ass hard. He yelped with each thrust, grandstanding for his watchers. Each slam jiggled her sweet, little ass, her tiny, exposed and swinging tits and her crime whistle. Steve had one hand on her hip and the other tugged her perfect, tall and hard nipple. A complete stranger tortured her other nipple. With no costume in the way, my watchers and I admired Laura's bigger, shapely, firm ass jiggle with each of my thrusts. Her big, glorious tits swung wildly and collided randomly. Her firm, tall nipples drew arches and ellipses until I latched on and pinched them hard. Sara started moaning loudly with each ass slam; Steve quickly joined her in sweaty grunts. Laura's moans soon filled the room. I heard my wife getting close to cumming and decided to try to get Laura off at the same time. Her ass hole was relaxed, so I fingered it deeply, easily, since from previous encounters, I knew how much she loved anal. "It's time to test your ear piece socket. I'm plugging in now, and I'm listening!" My soaked cock shifted abruptly from her steamy, wet pussy to her waiting, puckered hole. It stuttered its dry, snug acceptance of my wet cock as it gently but firmly plundered her depths. Laura gasped at the surprise heat and thickness and quickly surpassed her earlier arousal when I also circled her clit. Sara was close now. I pushed two fingers into Laura's pouting pussy while I stormed her ass in earnest. When she lifted a leg to give me freer access, I found her G-spot and she wailed! Except for the incessant music, the room went quiet. Laura's outcry took Sara over the edge and she screamed her release in blissful harmony. Laura's shudders forced my outburst and Inburst and I filled her ass with bouts of cum. Steve filled my wife's pussy with his seed and he sat back on a chair, exhausted. There was no chair near me, so I just collapsed on the floor, on my back and panted. Mysterious, exotic Georgia sucked my wife's tits and tongue then let her suck her own huge, fake tits. When I could speak, I asked if anyone wanted to clean up two cream pies. A Dorothy (from OZ) stepped up to Sara, placed her hand on her back and guided her back to the table top. She bent over so her short blue gingham dress climbed up her sexy, swaying ass and began licking Sara's pussy clean. When she spread her reddened, swollen and cum filled cunt with her hungry tongue, Sara moaned and gasped at once. We heard Dorothy slurping my wife and watched a random Valen (from Babylon 5) quietly walk behind Dorothy and lift her dress onto her back. She was hiding well toned and sexy legs under a shapely ass. He slid his hands up her thighs and under her frilly panty before slipping them down to her ankles. He helped her step out of them, took a long, deep sniff and tossed them to Steve. Dorothy ignored everything. Valen reached into his robes and exposed an impressively big dick in length and girth. He rubbed the monster along and into Dorothy's ass crack and the crowd gasped at the prospect, the mere possibility of trying to stuff his hugeness into a tiny ass hole. We watched him push two fingers into her glistening cunt and stir her to arousal before wiping them on his stiff tool. It found its way under her ass and into her wet snatch in one smooth thrust. Laura didn't have long to wait for someone to be drawn to her classic beauty. A naked man, covered in only dayglow white paint in the full body shape of a skeleton, turned her around. His exo-skeleton covered his back too. She bent over and he fingered her pussy, but found it moist with her cum only. We watched the bone painted on his cock stretch. He noticed my cum oozing from her anus and immediately knelt behind her. He wiped up my cum with his fingers and licked them clean before spreading her cheeks and pushing his tongue into her pliant, yielding ass. Peter Pan stepped behind the skel and pet his ass. When Laura and skel dropped to all fours, Peter Pan fingered skel's sphincter. It was good that kids were not there to see Peter's dick rise and enter skel's ass. Peter Pan humped like a rabbit and came well before skel was done eating my cream. A vampire got behind skel and drank his ass clean causing skel's boney dick to extend again. He put it in beautiful Laura's cunt and sent his delayed, pent up arousal into her. He quickly unloaded several bursts into her sacred snatch then got on his back under her and immediately drank all his own cum from her hole. She didn't have time to cum again. Halloween Surprises "Conner! Come on! Move that ass!" Angelique adjusted her jean jacket over the orange sweater she was wearing. "I'm coming. Calm down. I promise there will still be pumpkins left when we get there!" Conner jumped down the last three steps and landed by the front door. "You're a smart ass. I love Halloween, and I want this party to be perfect. You know that. Now, cooperate please!" Angelique was a little stressed. Halloween was only a few days away, and so was her party. Each year her family hosted a huge bonfire. Friends, family, and acquaintances all would attend. This year, it was her turn to be the hostess, and she wasn't sure she could handle the responsibility. Conner was her boyfriend of three years, and he knew how big of a deal this was. "Yes Ma'am! Damn you're bossy!" Conner grinned. "Don't you forget it." Angel adopted a mock glare. "Come here." Conner opened his arms at the same time Angel stepped into his embrace. "I just don't want this party to be a flop." She nuzzled his neck and buried her arms beneath his jacket. "It won't be. You're a fun girl. You just need to relax. It'll all work out." "You're right. I'll try." She gave him an impish grin. "How about a kiss, just for good luck?" "You're so lucky I love you." Conner tipped his head down and gave her a gentle kiss. "I know I am." "Let's go. Where to first, your highness?" "The pumpkin patch. Then to the Halloween store. I need props, decorations, and a costume." "Let's go then. Quit draggin' your ass!" Connor bolted out the door, running to the car. "You're a shmuck!" "Last one there's a rotten egg!" Conner laughed as he stepped in front of the car. "First one there's an asshole!" Angel giggled as she slammed the front door shut behind her. ~*~*~ "THAT ONE! I need that one!" Angel jumped up and down as she pointed at a huge pumpkin. "What? I'll get a hernia lifting that fucker!" "Come on! Conner, I need it. Please!?" Conner huffed in frustration, then obediently bent to hoist the pumpkin. He swore it weighed three hundred pounds as he loaded it into the back of his pick up. "I get a back rub when we get home." "You'll get more than a back rub if you get that one too!" Angel giggled and clapped in excitement at the huge pumpkins she'd spotted. So early in the day there weren't many people there, and they pretty much had the run of the place. "Damn right I will." Conner bent and scooped the second gigantic pumpkin she pointed at. "Oh, just think how fun it'll be to get your beer out of that. You can say you picked it!" "My beer out of it?" "Yeah! Didn't I tell you? I saw an ad in a magazine where they had a pumpkin hollowed out, filled with ice, with beverages in it." Angel grinned, and it lit up her whole face. "These people better drink every last goddamn beer out of these bastard pumpkins." Conner groaned as he hoisted the second monstrosity into his truck. "Such language. OH! That one too!" Angel ran forward, pointing and laughing. "Holy god." Conner rolled his eyes, and followed in Angel's wake. ~*~*~ "Honey, will you grab a cart?" Angel grinned at an exhausted Conner. "I'd love to." He replied sarcastically. "I figured you would." Angel stripped off her jean jacket and laid it in the cart Conner brought forward, and headed off to shop. "What about these cauldrons? They'll be good to hold the over flow of beer. I figure we can line the sides of the patio and alternate pumpkins and cauldrons. That'll be too cute!" Angel placed six big plastic cauldrons in the cart, then moved ahead. She added window clings of ghosts, skulls, and bats. Next came wall clings of sewers and rats, dungeon bars, and bat border. Signs that read 'Morgue', 'Dungeon', and 'Haunted House' followed next. A headless man holding a knife and it's own head followed next. When you bumped it, it moved. Angel added a cat that was voice activated next. It meowed, it's back arched, and its tail puffed out. Several other decorations were thrown haphazardly into the already overloaded cart. "Okay! I need a costume." Angel rounded the corner, and picked out a few to try on. "You're not going to try on all of them, are you?" Conner sighed, leaning onto the handle of the cart. "Nope. Only half." Angel grinned as she headed off to the dressing rooms. Conner rolled the cart forward, leaning against the wall for support as he waited. Six costumes followed, some were a definite no, others were a possible maybe. Conner was gazing off into no where, when a sharp thud brought his attention back to the dressing room. In the doorway stood Angel, in a thigh length plastic dress that zipped up. A police badge was on one side of the chest, a hat sat on her head, and an obscene amount of cleavage showed. As Conner's eyes drifted down, an obscene amount of leg and ass showed as well. In one of her hands, a pair of handcuffs dangled, and in the other, a night stick rested, poised for a beating. "Holy shit." Conner's eyes widened. "Do you like this one?" Angel turned in a circle, then stopped at the side, sticking her ass out and wiggling it in an oh-so-tempting way. "I... I.. Yes, I do." "Good." Angel turned and disappeared behind the curtain. Conner gulped and reached to adjust his hardening cock within the confines of his pants. After a few more naughty costumes, Angel switched to normal, appropriate ones. She finally decided on the 'beauty pirate.' "What about this? I like this one the best. Modest enough for the oldies that'll be there, but racy enough to be sexy." Angel stepped through the curtain, and Conner's jaw slackened. "That one is perfect. You're absolutely right." Conner's eyes slid the length of Angel's frame. One side of the black skirt ended at mid thigh, the other ended at her ankle. The edge was ragged and looked torn. Her shoulders were bare, with big white loose sleeves encompassing her arms. The main part of the shirt was black, and the front laced up over red and white striped material. A red and white striped sarong hung around her waist, and a matching strip of material was wrapped around her forehead. "That is awesome. I love that." "Good! I love it too!" Angel leapt out of the dressing room and landed at his side, snuggling up against him to kiss him on the cheek. "See? Wasn't today worthwhile?" She batted her eyelashes. "Definitely." Conner bent slightly and kissed the tip of her nose. ~*~*~ The crisp fall air snapped around the couple as they headed up the sidewalk to their house. Angel and Conner both had their arms full, carting in the goodies. They agreed that the pumpkins could stay in the truck, and he'd get them out later. Once he'd 'rested' his back. "I forgot a few things. Dammit to hell. I'll go get it later though. I am beat." Conner's head swiveled around in disbelief. Angel had a devilish grin on her face. Her sentence was meant to get his goat. And she succeeded. "You're vicious lady. All the help I give you, and you're a mean ass." Conner shook his head sadly. "Oh you big baby. I am not. Wait 'til later, and I'll show you some appreciation." Angel's smile promised a fun evening. "Yay! I love helping you get ready for your Halloween party!" Conner turned obnoxious in his enthusiasm, and Angel rolled her eyes as she went to put things where they needed to go. A couple hours later, Angel screamed. Conner tore down the stairs, frantically rushing to her side. "What is it? Baby, what's wrong?" He panted, catching hold of her arms. The newspaper slipped from her fingertips. "Trick or Treat is tonight." Conner's mouth dropped open, and his hands fell from Angel's arms. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." "NO! We have no candy! No nothing! The trickery is about to begin, and we're totally unprepared! This is ridiculous!" Angel huffed, arms crossing over her chest. "You screamed bloody murder. I thought there was an intruder or something! You scared the shit out of me! So I'm sorry if I'm not totally concerned with the lack of sugar for the mongrel children." Conner was angry- he had really thought there was something wrong. His heart was still thudding wildly in his chest. "Okay, so the scream was a bit overdone, but still. I'm running to the store. I'll be back." Angel left a quick kiss on Conner's cheek and took off out the door. An hour later, the couple was seated on the front porch. Pumpkins lined each side of the cement stairs leading up to it, and the black-light bulbs that Angel had placed in the light fixtures above them glowed an eerie blue. It wasn't completely dark yet, but it would be soon. Conner leaned back against one of the giant pumpkins, and sipped beer from a plastic cup in the shape of a pumpkin. Angel leaned forward in anticipation, glancing down the street, watching for the first Trick Or Treater's. Her own plastic cup held a wine cooler. She took a few swigs, then put the cup back down. She was almost too excited to sit still. "You act like a child, ya know that?" Conner laughed as he watched her wriggle around. Her only reply was the sticking out of her tongue. "Don't get it out unless you intend to use it." "Pervert." Angel turned her head to hide the grin. "You love it. I'm your favorite." Conner scooted closer to her, grabbing the blanket they'd brought out with them. "You're right." Angel caught one end of the blanket and draped it across her lap. Conner did the same. So they sat and drank, and waited for the children to arrive. And they soon did. There was a burst of activity right at the beginning, but it dwindled off pretty quickly. "That was cheap. Look at all this candy!" Angel spoke once the last child in the group ran down the steps. "Yeah, but we've also got another hour and fifteen minutes of this shit." "Poor you." Angel leaned closer, snuggling against his shoulder. She wrapped her oversized sweater tighter around her frame, and sighed happily. Conner lifted his arm and put it around Angel's shoulders, giving her a squeeze. And he got an idea. He moved his free arm, bringing it under the blanket, letting his hand rest on Angel's thigh. She smiled at him then glanced back to the street. Another round of kids came up, and the next half hour was a flurry of movement as what seemed like every child for 50 miles came to their doorstep. Finally, there was another break. Conner started moving his hand across Angel's thigh, in a seemingly sweet, warm gesture. She again smiled at him, and leaned back against his chest. Her eyes fell shut, and she relaxed into Conner's warmth. He glanced down the street, making sure no children were coming, and he slowly inched his hand higher, stroking her thigh all the while. Angel squirmed slightly, and her legs parted somewhat. He kept his hand a little above mid-thigh, so not to alert her to his plans. Angel sighed, snuggling back against him more, and his free arm came to wrap around her. Unbeknownst to her, he was trying to figure out how to get his hand inside her sweater. Conner again glanced around, looking for ghosts and goblins. Seeing none, he inched his hand higher on her thigh. She squirmed again, but said nothing. Finally, he worked his hand inside her sweater, then up her shirt, his fingers playing lightly across her stomach. Still Angel made no attempt to protest. Conner smiled against her hair. "I'd have to say that Halloween is my favorite holiday. It's all about fun. Yeah, Christmas is fun, but its all about Santa and presents. Halloween has no icon, and you don't get gifts. You just dress up, pig out on candy, and scare the shit out of people." If possible, she got even closer as she spoke. "Yeah, you're right. That makes sense." As Conner spoke, he inched his hand towards her breasts. "I was always sad we lived in the country. All I ever wanted to do was dress up and hand out candy." Angel sighed. "You're not dressed up tonight." Conner pointed out, at the same moment his fingers came in contact with the bottom of her bra. "Well no. Dressing up wasn't a prerequisite. Had I had more.." Angel's breath caught as she felt Conner's finger slip beneath her bra, brushing back and forth across a rapidly hardening nipple. But she managed to finish her thought. "Had I more time, I would have dressed up. But... this is... nice... too." Conner grinned at her halting speech. He cheerfully added, "Well, I could have gone to get the candy while you got into costume. Ya didn't think that far ahead didja?" "Well, no I didn't. But just sitting out here with you is a treat. Regardless what I'm.... wearing..." Angel trailed off. Conner's hand had pushed the cup of her bra completely off her breast, and his hand cradled it, squeezing gently. Conner rested his lips at her ear. "Or what you're about to not be wearing, right?" "Right." Angel licked her lips. In the dim light, Conner moved quickly, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. It was a team effort, and they managed to get it off in record time. Conner tucked the offending garment behind them on the step, and his hand went back to her chest. "Conner, just what do you think you're doing?" Angel asked, turning her head to look at him. "Nothing. Just being.... friendly." He grinned. "I'd say so." His fingers and hand went back to their explorations, and Angel wiggled slightly. Her back arched a little, loving the feel of his work-roughened hands on her. She'd gotten so caught up in the gentle pinch and pull of his fingers, that she almost didn't realize he was unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. "Conner, we're on the front porch." Angel started to wriggle away, but his hands stopped her. "Yes, but you're under the blanket, there isn't anyone around, so..." "The other people passing out candy." She spoke, her voice protesting hesitantly. "They'll never know. Just relax. I'll stop when more trick or treater's are headed this way." He dipped his hand quickly inside her jeans and panties, and she shrieked at the coldness of his fingers. "Wow, your hand is cold!" "All the more reason for me to warm it up." Conner grinned as his fingers slipped between her lips, feeling the moisture that had already gathered there. "Ha, and you wanted me to stop." "Just because... of... the people." Angel smiled as she tipped her head back, leaning it on his shoulder once more. Her legs parted a little wider, and his fingers delved deeper. "Don't worry. Like I said, I'll stop." Conner's lips found the pulse in her neck, and his tongue darted out to taste her skin. He kissed and nibbled gently, all the while his fingers probed and stroked her most sensitive flesh. "Conner..." Angel turned her head to him, and his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue lapped at her lips, and she opened them hungrily. Angel's tongue met his as it thrust into her mouth, mimicking what he'd rather be doing. She moaned, and he met it with one of his own. His fingers slid easily upward, zeroing in on her clit. She jerked as his fingers found it then began circling it, molding the swollen nub. He tore his mouth from hers, sensing she was about to cum, and he wanted to hear her whimpers without his lips muffling it. "Come on baby, cum for me... that's it, just a little more..." His fingers moved quicker, and she pushed against him as her hips lifted up from the step. "Oh, god, Conner, please..." "I know, almost there baby... cum-" A movement out of the corner of his eye made him jerk his hand out of her pants and reach for the candy bowl. "What the f-" Angel was cut off as she saw their neighbors heading their way. "Easy baby. Just a little longer." Conner shifted uncomfortably. His cock was straining against the fly of his jeans, and he was grateful for the cover of the blanket. The couple headed up the sidewalk. They were around the same age as Conner and Angel, but they had never really spent much time getting to know each other. Why they felt the need to do that now... Conner glanced over at Angel and noticed the telltale flush of her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. Her blonde hair was slightly rumpled, and not from the wind. All in all, she looked like a woman that was in the middle of a romp and got interrupted. The thought made him smile. "Hi you guys." The woman spoke as they came to a stop in front of Angel and Conner. "Hey Becky, Hi Dave. Are you guys enjoying the evening?" Angel shifted uncomfortably. "Oh yeah. I forgot what night it was so I had to send Dave out for candy. We're fresh out though." "Same here. Except I tend to over do things, so we aren't out. Yet anyway." The men started talking football while the women talked Halloween. "Hey, I'm having a party Saturday, I'd love it if you guys would come. There probably wont be much time to get to know each other, but it would be a start." "That would be great. This neighborhood is full of old people, isn't it?" Becky laughed. "It sure is. It's nice to have some people our own age wandering around. Sorry we haven't done much to be neighborly." Angel really felt bad, but their new friends could have timed it better. "Same here. Well, we just wanted to come say hi while there was a break in the kids. Enjoy your evening. We'll see you guys Saturday!" Becky and Dave headed back home, turning to wave as they entered their house. "Nice people." Conner spoke. Unfortunately, Angel wasn't in such a happy mood. She happened to catch his smile as he turned away, attempting to hide it. "Get that goddamn smile of your face." She snapped. It only served to make his face break into a full fledged grin. "I wouldn't dream of it." He smiled some more. Meanwhile, across the street, Becky spoke to her husband. "Do you think he was doing what I think he was doing?" "I think he was. I think we chose a bad time to do a meet and greet." Dave laughed. "No such thing. Do you think they would be interested..?" "We shall see, my darling, we shall see." The rest of the trickery time went quickly, even thought it felt like hours. At last it was done, and there was only a handful of candy left. The couple stood to head back inside, and Angel realized that, number one, her pants were undone, and two, her bra was on the step behind her. Her eyes flew open and she turned and ran into the house, slamming the door behind her, inadvertently slamming it in Conner's face. She heard his laughter as he opened the door. "Forget something, my love?" He leaned back against the doorjamb and held out one hand. Her black lacy bra dangled from his fingertip. She stepped forward and snatched it from him. "Very cute." She turned on her heel to stomp away, and felt her arm in a viselike grip. "What th-" Conner spun her around and her back thudded against the door. Angel gasped as he shoved her jeans roughly down her legs, tossing her bra to the side. "What are you-" Her question was muffled by his lips crushing her own, and she forgot what she was trying to say. Conner slipped his hand between them and found her clit again. She bucked up against his hand, and moaned into his mouth. "Come on." Conner stepped away and half carried, half dragged her with her pants around her ankles to the couch. He bent her over the back of it, and Angel spread her legs and got up onto her toes. Conner made quick work of his jeans, shucking them down just far enough to get his cock free. With one hand on her hip and the other guiding him, he shoved into Angel quickly. She jerked forward even as she whimpered, leaning her upper body even further over the couch. Conner grabbed her hips and steadied her as he thrust. Her pussy was more than wet, and he groaned as his cock slipped in and out of her hot sheath. Angel lifted one leg and rested it on the back of the couch, and Conner sighed as the angle changed. He moved one hand under her leg and rested the heel of his hand on her clit. Each thrust rocked her against him, and she was squirming in no time. Halloween Surprises "That's it... come on baby.." Angel bit her lip and half muffled a scream as she came, bucking first into his hand, then back against him to get her over sensitized clit away from it. Conner moved his hand up to her stomach, and gave a last few frantic pumps and moaned as he came. Angel squeezed her muscles tight and he gasped as he felt the last drops drain from him. Leaning down, he rested his forehead on her back, and Angel let her knee down so that she could stand on both feet. Conner pulled out and stepped back, as Angel straightened on shaky legs. "Well. That was productive." Angel grinned as she turned around. "Yeah.. I thought so." Angel shook her head and bent quickly, giving the head of his cock a swipe with her tongue. Conner gasped and jerked back. "You're bad. God you're rotten." He made quick work of putting himself away. "That's why ya like me. What do you think of our neighbors?" Angel smiled again, then headed upstairs to clean up. Conner rolled his eyes at her newfound good attitude. A good fuck was all she needed. ~*~*~ "Honey, could you run out to your mom's and steal me some cornstalks?" It was the day of the party, and Angelique realized there were all kinds of things Conner needed to do. Meanwhile, upstairs, Conner opened his eyes and blearily glanced at the clock. "It's seven o'clock in the morning! Chickens aren't up yet!" Conner rolled over and buried his head in the pillow. He heard her coming up the hardwood staircase. "Yeah, but chickens aren't coming to my party. Please?" "Five more minutes." "No, now. Conner, this is important." "So is sleep." Angel stood by the bed, wondering what would convince him. Conner felt the pillow that was on top of his head being removed. Then he felt warmth. He huffed a sigh and turned his head. "Did you really just lay your boobs on my head?" "What do ya think these are?" Angel wiggled her shoulders, and her breasts rubbed across his face. "What a way to wake up." But it was muffled. Angel giggled as she leaned back. "Up and at 'em cowboy. Daylight's a wastin'!" Conner grumbled as he got out of bed, threw on jeans and a sweatshirt and headed downstairs. Angel met him at the entryway of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. "I appreciate you, Conner, and everything you've done to help. I really do. I know I tease, but I mean it. I love you." "I love you too, and you so owe me after this." Conner took a swig of coffee. "I know I do." Angel laughed and went back to hanging garland. "Be back soon." "Hey! I'm going to need enough for-" "I'm bringing back the whole field." Conner shut the door behind him to the musical peal of laughter. A couple hours later, Angel was feeling much better. The house was decorated, cider was simmering, and things were coming along nicely. Deciding it was time to carve the pumpkins for the 'coolers', she gathered up her knives and newspapers, and headed to the back door. She froze. Becky and Dave were on their back porch, and she was sitting astride his lap, facing away from him. Dave had a handful of her hair, and her mouth was open in ecstasy. Angel blinked, and leaned closer to the window. She was riding him- they were having sex on their back porch! Angel gasped when she realized she wasn't just grinding against him; her nightgown was pooled around her waist, and Angel was pretty sure Dave was buried deep inside of her. A few things happened. Angel was horrified that they would be doing that in broad daylight. Then she was embarrassed for them and herself. Then she realized it was turning her on. She couldn't help but watch. She felt herself getting wet and pressed her legs together, pumpkin carving all but forgotten. Angel braced her hands on either side of the window frame, and felt her breathing becoming shallow. Angel was so engrossed in the scene before her that she didn't hear a car door shut, nor did she hear the front door open and close. She yelped and jumped guiltily as she felt Conner wrap his arms around her waist. "What's going on?" "Look!" Angel pointed out the window. "What? Holy shit!" Conner leaned in a little to get a better view. "Are they..?" "They are!" The couple watched for a moment, and Angel noticed she could feel Conner's cock pressing against her ass. "Enjoying yourself?" Angel asked with a smirk. "Can't help it. Aren't you?" "Of course not!" She feigned indignation. "I don't believe you." So saying, Conner shoved his hand down the front of her pants, and his fingers slipped between the lips of her dripping pussy. "Stop it." Angel tried to squirm away from him. "Uh huh. That's what I thought." Conner grinned in triumph. "Have they always done shit like that?" Angel still tried to move away from his hand. "I don't know They're an attractive couple, that's for sure.. I wonder how freaky they really are?" "I have no idea. I just can't believe I'm seeing what I'm seeing!" Angel had almost managed to get away from Conner's hand. "Whoa, wait, new development." Conner did move his hand, and then stepped closer to the window. Becky was now off of Dave's lap, and on her knees in front of him. Dave had stood up, and he pumped his fist down the length of his cock. "What?" Angel moved beside Conner in front of the window. "Oh. Oh my." "Right." Becky freed her breasts from her nightgown, and cupped them with her hands, offering them up towards her husband. Her thumbs were rubbing back and forth across her nipples, and Dave's hand stroked his cock faster. Becky licked her lips and opened her mouth, and Dave jerked as the first spurt of cum shot out and landed on his wife's face. He continued pumping, covering her tits and face. Becky rubbed her hands over her chest, toying with her nipples through his cum. Once he was spent, she licked the tip of his cock, cleaning him off. Becky used her nightgown to wipe off her face, and Dave helped her stand. They kissed, then headed back into the house. "Wow. That was... er, um, interesting." Angel backed away from the window. Conner was in agreement. So much so, his pants were around his ankles and his hand was stroking his cock. Angel turned around and let out a startled laugh. "What do you think you're doing?" "I want a reenactment." He grinned. Angel dropped to her knees. "Only if you help with the pumpkins." "I'll do whatever you want." Conner moved his hand as Angel took his cock into her mouth. She moved quickly, laving him with her tongue then taking him deep into her throat. Conner could only take a few minutes of the teasing. He was close already. Finally, he grabbed her by the hair and pumped his hips quickly, fucking her mouth. Angel reached up and grasped the base of his cock, stroking him while she sucked the head in rhythm to his thrusts. A few moments later, Conner pulled out of her mouth and grasped his cock in his hand, pumping it's length quickly. Angel tore her shirt off quickly, and pressed her tits together, offering them up the same way Becky had. Angel looked up and met his eyes, then opened her mouth. Conner grunted as he came, covering her face and tits quickly. Angel shut her eyes and the tip of her tongue darted out, licking her lips. She savored his flavor for a moment, then grabbed her shirt and wiped off her face. Conner had stepped back and was leaning against the wall. Angel stood up and finished wiping herself off. As she headed for the bathroom to wash up, she stopped and bent over, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Conner gasped and jerked his hips back away from her. Angel smirked and kissed his cheek. The pumpkins got carved, the cornstalks were made and set up outside and in the house. Ice was added to the pumpkins and cauldrons, beer and soda were set into the ice, and the snacks were placed on the banquet table. Angel started the spooky music, and Conner replaced some light bulbs with black-light bulbs. Angel draped shrouds in each of the doorways, and finally, it was time for the party. Guests began arriving a little early, and Angel pulled out the real food. Conner put the real music on outside, and soon their house was full of revelers. They ate, drank, danced, and had a wonderful time. Conner had also dressed as a pirate so that they matched, but that was a last minute decision by Angel. Halfway through the evening, Angel had darted around the side of the house to catch her breath, and she felt something slide up the back of her skirt. "Hand over the booty." Conner spoke in a terrible pirate's accent. "Please. I did that earlier." Angel turned as Conner removed his sword from between her legs. "It's going great. You did a wonderful job." "Thank you. Have you seen Becky and Dave?" "Yeah, a little big ago. They seem to have disappeared too. Becky had come as Alice, and Dave was the Mad Hatter. "Her costume is a little risqué. I like it." Angel laughed. "Me too. I'll go look for them." Conner turned and headed back to the party. Angel took a few deep breaths. She needed to go replenish the drinks, but she needed a moment to herself. "I have a proposition." The voice came out of the darkness, and Angel jumped. "Who's there?" Angel's eyes darted around, looking for the owner of the voice. "The Mad Hatter, of course." Dave stepped out from the bushes. "Oh. Hi Dave. We were just talking about you." "I heard." He came closer. "What's this proposition?" "Becky and I find you and Conner very attractive. We know what you guys were doing on Beggar's night. We know we interrupted, and I apologize for that. Anyway, it's hard to find a willing couple, and it always makes things awkward. For some reason, you guys seem like an ideal pair for our purposes." Angel blushed at his confession, but was puzzled over which 'purposes' he might mean. "I hope you two saw us this morning." Dave stepped even closer, and he was almost directly in front of Angel. "You hoped..?" "Yes. The show was for you two. Of course, we enjoyed ourselves too, but it made it better knowing you guys might catch us." Dave smiled. Angel shook her head slightly- the conversation was weird. "What's this proposition?" Dave's hand reached out, and he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Angel noticed how attractive he really was. Memories of the day flitted through her mind, and she felt herself flush. She knew what this strangers cock looked like. Conner had done the same thing to her that he had done to his wife. They had watched them, gotten turned on, and had a sexual encounter over it. Angel's blush deepened as she felt herself growing wet. "Becky and I are swingers. We swap partners with other willing couples. Typically, we have a club where we go to find our friends, but it's the same old people it always is, and we've either already been with them, or we aren't interested. Things are slowing down for some reason. When we moved in and saw you two... well, we've been fantasizing ever since." Angel sucked in a breath. Her lower stomach clenched as desire hit her full force. Maybe she had had too many wine coolers, but she liked his proposition. What would Conner say? "As we speak, Becky has Conner alone, offering him the same thing. No strings attached. Just some extra fun for all. If things seem to be getting more serious than just sex, Becky and I immediately withdrawal from the partnership. We aren't here to break up relationships and marriages. It's a way to explore and enjoy, and learn something new in the process." Dave seemed to have gotten closer. "I-I see." Angel swallowed. She was amazed at how turned on she was. Dave's hand drifted to her cleavage, and his fingers grazed over the swells of her breasts. He could see her pulse in the side of her throat, and her breathing had become rapid and shallow. He could tell she was interested. "What do you think?" Dave lowered his head and kissed the side of her neck. "I don't know. I need to talk to Conner." Dave lifted his head and smiled. Much the same conversation had been occurring on the other side of the house. Becky was just as convincing as Dave had been. She was just a little more forthcoming. Men were wired different than women. Where Dave had to romance, Becky just had to offer it up, stroke their cocks, and the men were game. Conner was interested, but hesitant because of Angel, not knowing what she was thinking. "She's interested, Conner. Or else she would have come screaming around the house looking for you. That has happened before. Or Dave would have come to retrieve me, and we would leave without a backward glance. So don't feel guilty for thinking about it and seriously considering it." "I don't know. I'm afraid it will be the ultimate betrayal." Conner's cock was rock hard, and he was definitely interested. But if Angel wasn't, he certainly wouldn't cheat on her and go in it alone. "It won't, if you're both willing. Go and talk it over with her. We'll be waiting." Becky smiled and pushed him away from her. Angel headed around the front of the house at almost the same time Conner did. They met in the middle. "So?" Conner was glad for the dark. He didn't want Angel to see how hard he was. "I don't know. What do you think?" Angel was glad for the dark. She didn't want Conner to see how flushed she was. "I'm interested... I just don't know how you feel." "Same here." "I don't want to do it if there's any hesitation. That would tear us apart." "I have hesitation because I'm afraid of what you will think." Angel stepped closer to Conner. "I don't want you to think this means I would ever, ever cheat on you. I wouldn't. But this is.. Different, somehow. We both know, and we're going in it together." "Same here. Conner, I think I'm okay with it." "I am too." They stepped together and embraced. Angel felt his cock against her stomach. "I'd say you're definitely okay with it." She smothered a giggle. Conner pressed his hand up between her legs, and felt the dampness. "You too." They kissed, then headed back to the party. Around one o'clock in the morning, the last guests left. The party was epic, and Angel was deemed hostess of the century. It had all gone well, even better than Angel could have ever dreamed. But she had been anxious for the evening to end. They had plans. Becky and Dave were supposed to come back over once they saw that the coast was clear. They hadn't come back over yet, and Angel was worried that it had been a prank. Conner had went upstairs to change, and Angel was putting the last of the food away. "Finally." Angel whirled and dropped the plate she had been rinsing. The noise seemed extremely loud. It didn't break, but it seemed like it took forever for it to stop clattering. "Sorry it took so long to get back over here. We were a little concerned you guys would change your minds." "That's what we thought you guys had done." "Never." Dave smiled. He had changed into jeans and a long sleeved tee-shirt. Angel could take him more serious now that he wasn't in costume. But it also added a little more reality. "Where's Becky?" "On her way upstairs to startle Conner. Would you like to stay here, or would you rather go to my place?" Angel thought quickly. Did she want to stay home? What if she had issues seeing the place they had had sex everyday? She hoped Becky was giving Conner the same choice, and she hoped he wouldn't fuck her in their bed. "Your place. Hold on a second." Angel went to the laundry room and got a change of clothes, since she was still in her costume. Dave took her hand and they went out the back door, heading for his house. They had barely made it upstairs when they heard the door shut again. Angel let out a sigh of relief. Conner had had the same thought she did. Dave led her to what she assumed was a spare bedroom. He flipped on the light, but only a dim lamp in the corner turned on. Apparently, this was a room for seduction. The bedspread and sheets were a matching deep burgundy, and the floor was dark wood. It smelled faintly of cinnamon and apples, and all in all, it felt very homey. "Angel." Dave had come to stand behind her. "Yes?" "It's just sex. I'm not going to wine and dine you, or try and romance you in any way. We aren't starting a relationship. So don't worry that your mind and heart are on the line. It's just sex." Dave's hands came up and he rubbed her shoulders as he spoke. "I appreciate that." Angel's eyes fell shut, and she let herself relax a little. He moved his hands down, and caressed her sides, hips, and moved to her ass. His hands moved around front, and he rubbed her pussy through her skirt. Angel let out a tiny moan, and that was all the encouragement Dave needed. A few doors down the hallway, Becky was giving Conner the same speech. "If at any point you guys decide you don't want this, you're free to back out." "Thanks Becky." "I just want you to know that you aren't bound to stay." Becky smiled, and reached out, unbuttoning Conner's jeans. "Got it." Conner smiled. She unzipped his pants as well, and pushed them down, letting Conner's cock spring free. Becky licked her lips and fastened her mouth around his length. Conner's head fell back and he shut his eyes, letting the sensations overtake him. Angel was naked and laying on her back on the bed while Dave stripped off his clothes. She was a little uncomfortable. She was totally out of her comfort zone, but she was also ready for it. Something new, some undiscovered territory. She was also pretty sure they were out of their minds. Dave climbed onto the bed and settled himself between Angel's legs. She gasped as his mouth found her pussy. He lapped at her lips slowly and sucked on her clit gently. His hands caught her thighs, and he spread her legs farther apart. He released one leg, and she felt his fingers press against her entrance. His teeth grazed her clit as his fingers slipped inside of her, and Angel whimpered. Her hips lifted off the bed, and Dave bit her clit gently, scissoring his teeth from side to side. Angel's pussy clenched his fingers and she moaned, enjoying what he was doing even as she compared it to Conner's technique. Finally she had to close her brain to all thoughts but the moment. Dave twirled his tongue around her clit a few times, then crawled up the bed so that he was on top of her. He cock nudged against her pussy and slipped between her lips. The head of his cock rested against her clit, and Angel wriggled up against him. "Is there any way you'd prefer it?" "No, this is fine." Dave reached down and positioned himself, and slid inside of her slowly. He wasn't as long as Conner, but he was a little thicker. Angel marveled at the difference in the feeling. She had been a virgin when she and Conner had gotten together, so he was the only man she'd ever been with. Until now. The thought gave her pause, and Angel almost shoved Dave off of her. But the deed was done, and he started moving... And he felt very good. Dave rocked against her, his cock barely moving inside of her, but the pressure of it was incredible. After a few moments, Dave braced his hands on either side of her shoulders and started thrusting in earnest. Angel wrapped her legs around his waist, and the change in the angle caused them both to gasp. He moved his arms and caught her behind the knees, pressing her legs towards her chest. With her knees hooked over the insides of his elbows, Dave began pumping inside of her quicker. Angel put her arms up over her head and grabbed the headboard, moaning each time he hit bottom. The tempo increased, and Dave leg go of one of her legs and moved his hand to rub her clit. Angel practically screamed. She felt her pussy contracting, felt the pull deep inside of her abdomen, and finally she let go, writhing beneath him as she came. Halloween Surprises Angel panted and squirmed, trying to get his fingers off of her clit. He wouldn't stop, but he did move his fingers to where he was only rubbing along the side. Almost instantly, Angel felt another orgasm building. Dave took shorter thrusts, close to coming himself. He moved his fingers faster, and Angel started wriggling beneath him again. "God.. Dave.. Oh.." Angel came once more, shuddering as she bit her lip to keep from yelling. Dave moved his hand and planted it on the bed beside her, bracing himself as he gave a few more ragged thrusts. He pulled out quickly and he grabbed his cock, stroking it as he spilled himself onto her stomach. Once finished, he reached off the side of the bed and grabbed his shirt and then cleaned her off. Dave then laid down beside her. Angel was warm, spent, and very satisfied. She was glad they had decided to go through with it, but there was a twinge of regret. It didn't matter. They never had to do it again. "How do you feel?" Dave's deep voice rumbled beside her ear. "Wonderful. How about you?" "It was everything I thought it would be. You're a sexy woman, and a sensual creature. Maybe next time it won't be over so fast." Dave laughed. "It's fine." Angel felt awkward. "There is a bathroom through that door. You're more than welcome to take a shower if you'd like." "Thanks. I think I'll do that." Angel got off the bed, not sure if she should cover herself up or not. Dave made the choice easy. He got up also and reached for the hope chest at the foot of the bed. He produced a chenille robe and handed it to her. "Thank you. Sorry I'm so awkward." She couldn't think of a better word. "It's all right." Dave smiled and turned away from her so she could dress in peace. Conner moaned as Becky slid down onto his length. Giving him a blow job had turned her on like no other. He had finally had to stop her before he ended up coming and ruining the whole night. She was as dark as Angel was light, looks-wise. He was enjoying himself immensely, but couldn't stop thinking that it would be better if it was his Angel. Finally, he pushed the thoughts out of his head and focused on the woman that was astride him. Conner reached up and kneaded her breasts gently, then moved the focus to her nipples. Becky moaned and slammed herself down onto him even harder. He grasped her hips and thrust up into her, groaning as he felt himself hit bottom. Becky leaned back and rested her hands on the bed on either side of his legs, completely changing the angle and pressure. Conner let out a startled breath, and rocked up inside of her in short, quick strokes. Becky leaned to one side slightly so that her weight was resting on one hand. She brought the other up and started rubbing her clit. Conner quickly moved his hand to take over, and she put her hand back on the bed. Becky whimpered and panted as he stroked her clit, then he rubbed his fingers back and forth across it quickly. She bucked and squirmed, and finally leaned forward again as he felt her pussy clamp around him. Conner grabbed her hips again and pumped up inside of her roughly. Becky leaned down and shoved her tits in his face, and his tongue darted out to lick them. He finally caught her nipples between his teeth in turn, nibbling and sucking. "Not too much longer.." Conner gritted between his teeth. Becky shoved off of him and brought her mouth down to his cock, taking over where her pussy left off. She moaned in her throat as she sucked him down, her hands cupping his balls and rolling them gently. Conner caught a handful of her hair and used that for leverage as he thrust into her mouth. She released his package and reached down, rubbing her clit frantically. She wanted to come with him. Conner grunted and pumped once more, filling her mouth. Becky pulled back slightly and just slipped her lips over the first couple inches of his cock as she came again, her hips bucking against her hand. Conner shuddered as the last spurt left him, and Becky finally swallowed. She laid her head on his stomach as their breathing returned to normal. "You're incredible." Becky stretched and moved to lay on her own side of the bed. "You're not too bad yourself." Conner grinned to show he was teasing. "Mmm. That was nice. You can use the shower if you'd like." "Thanks. I think I will." Conner leaned over and nibbled at her nipple as he crawled out of bed. When Conner and Angel returned to their respective bedrooms, their hosts were no where to be found. Both were secretly relieved. Angel put her shoes on and headed out the door only moments before Conner exited his bedroom. Once back home, Angel had the strangest feeling that it had never happened. It was just.. Weird. Conner felt the same way. He had never been so happy to be home though. Angel was standing in the living room, deciding to leave the mess until the next day when Conner walked through the door. The couple eyed each other, trying to see if there were any noticeable changes. Nothing. Standing in front of them was still the person they loved, just maybe a little wiser. "So. Did you learn anything this evening?" Angel was the first to break the silence. "I learned that I love you, and you're the only woman I'll ever need. What about you?" "I learned that naked is awkward, unless you're in front of the man you love." Angel laughed. "And that you're the only man I'll ever need. I think I chose wisely." Conner held out his arms and Angel rushed headlong into his embrace. Halloween Surprises Skeleton man's dick was straight and tall again. Still on his back, it made for a thick flagpole. Mysterious Georgia noticed and sauntered to him, licking her lips all the way. She shook her tits free from the slits in the top of her belly dancer outfit and whipped her hips as she approached skel. As she knelt and sucked his tall rod into her mouth, we all saw her tattered skirt open around a large, but shapely and muscular ass. Her thong was nearly invisible; it was too deep into her ass crack. Each time she impaled skel's thick, stiff dick, her cheeks opened and exposed more of the tiny G string. She soon moaned deeply and rested her nose against skel's pubes. While hosting his cock in her throat, she reached back and rolled the G string down and out of her ass. Her dark hole was only briefly exposed before she twisted and slid the G string off. As she straightened, she finally released skel's dick with a deep POP. He moaned his disappointment, but was in for another surprise. Georgia lifted his legs onto her shoulders. Instead of bending to lick his ass hole as we all expected, she rose to her knees and exposed her mysterious secret. She licked her hand, wet 'HER' COCK and shoved it abruptly into skel's relaxed, then startled back hole. We all gasped at once then held our breaths in silence. Who knew 'she' was an intersex or maybe part way into a sex change? Who had sex with 'her' and still didn't know 'her' secret? We watched 'her' tits shake vehemently as 'she' fucked skel's ass, not sure if HE knew who had sucked and was now fucking him. 'She' knew her way around a rectum too, for in just moments skel was spurting globs of creme straight up and nearly into 'her' face. 'She' grunted and shook as 'she' planted 'her' seed in his ass. As Georgia shouted 'her' release, the beautiful blonde Godiva came into the room and climbed up on two chairs. She called for everyone's attention and recited, "Since I'm a total loser, there is an opening in the fun strip poker game for a new female challenger. Someone please take my place or I'm stuck up here. Another loser should be out shortly." People giggled again and Dorothy volunteered. Godiva climbed down and thanked her. Then she proved she was a true blonde. She said she was naked when she went to play and figured she was safe since she had nothing to lose, so she didn't understand when she lost her very first hand, why she was out. After getting head from the winner, the group offered her a small consolation bet. She danced excitedly, clapping and chanting, "I won! I won! Those guys are SOOOOO stupid! They bet me a dollar each that if I touched my toes they could screw me without my feeling a thing, and I won!" Ohhhh boy! It was time for Sara and me to run our ruse or forget it for another year. With most couples already breaking into randomly mixed up couples and stripping and fucking in the chairs and floor of the main room, we decided it could wait until next Halloween. Sara said, "I'm going to console Georgia now that 'her' secret is out. Stay close and you can watch her fuck my ass with her big dick." Word spread of Georgia's resolved mystery. The strip poker game became superfluous and broke up. The near naked group streaked into the main room to watch the seminal action and start their own shows. Laura approached and I pulled her toward Georgia and Sara. "You guys always manage a killer surprise. Last year, the homicidal alien coffin and now a chick with a dick." I remembered Laura's instructions and, before asking for info, I twisted her nipples as I said 3-1-1, then dug deep and pushed her G, ummm SEND spot. She grinned broadly as her eyes floated up and back in her head. "Did you know she had balls?" Laura denied knowing. She explained that when she had Georgia over the one time to fool around, 'she' gave her and Steve head and fingered and licked their asses side by side, but never took off her panty. Sara was leaning against the padded arm of a chair letting Georgia pull off her tiny shirt. She bent over and watched her panty slide off next. She would later tell me she desperately wanted to suck Georgia's dick right then except that it had just come out of a stranger's ass. Georgia whipped off 'her' shirt, exposed 'her' fake D-cups, and dropped the skirt. Now standing naked behind my wife, we all saw 'she' had a sizeable cock and it was standing at full, stiff attention. When Sara saw the size of it, her perfect nipples instantly popped to their twisted, tall hardness. She saw a girl with a dick, while men saw a guy... with implants. Steve pulled Sara's nipple, since they are so irresistible, to get her attention. He handed her a square pack we thought was a condom, but it was an alcohol wipe. Sara understood and quickly dropped to her knees before Georgia. She thoroughly wiped, and stroked, 'her' stiff dick, including under 'her' foreskin, before blowing on it. In seconds, she was wanking 'her' as the crowd again assembled to watch what might happen. Some gasped when Sara, as I expected, took 'her' cock into her mouth. She sucked the big dick, even getting it obviously into her throat, while Georgia tortured 'her' big tits and gently toyed with Sara's tiny ones. When Sara felt Georgia getting close to climax, she pulled the monster cock out of her mouth. "I can't decide where I want to feel you cum first. I want to taste your cum, but I want you to cum in my ass." She stood, "Here, put this big fucker in my pussy first. When you're well lubed, shove it hard into my ass and fill me. Then, if you can manage, I'll clean you again and you can cum in my mouth." Laura heard the plan and approved it for use on her stunning body. She quickly stuffed me into her throat while I held and stretched her nipple. The glorious heat and pressure, adding to watching my wife, were too much and I blew my seed into her belly in a few minutes. Georgia was still slowly and deeply fucking Sara's pussy. Three other couples nearby mimicked what they saw. "Laura, honey, with all this debauchery around us, I just need a few minutes to recharge my balls. Sit on the arm of this chair and lean back until your head is on the seat. Yes, leave your hips on the arm so I can eat your delicious pussy and its juices. Look at how exposed you are to everyone!" Her legs splayed open and pushed her already prominent mons lustily at my face. I rested her legs on my shoulders and spread her cheeks. Her inverted pussy was at hip height for all to see and thrust boldly nearer my mouth. I pushed my nose against her clit and into her wet cunt to inhale her inebriating fragrance. With her pussy so exposed to everyone, when I dipped my head to her ass I didn't notice the string of people (men and women it turned out) slip fingers into my lover and taste her most intimate ambrosia. My tongue licked down her crack and circled her sphincter. It relaxed and opened for me so I tongue fucked it a while. Her squirming and gasping confirmed that she enjoyed that. I licked into her 'taint' and rippled across it. She jumped at the surprise pleasure. Finally, I came to her treasure chest. Her labia were straining in plumpness. Inner and outer lips glistened with her excited juices. I was too intoxicated by her exquisite aromas and flavors to look or care who was around. Hungrily, I opened her precious pussy and again inhaled the fragrances that billowed into my nose. I pushed my nose inside her wet pussy, kneading her clit as I dove inside. She wailed and shuddered in climax before I finished my plan. I rested my hot tongue against her labia and clit until she began to breathe slowly again, then let the tip slip inside to suck all the fresh ambrosia she just created. Ohhh, how I love the scent and taste of an aroused woman, this woman. As my vision cleared, I asked a bystander to get a cup of chilled grog and a fat straw. While I waited, I slid three fingers inside beautiful Laura and checked on Sara. Georgia's cock glistened with Sara's juices and seemed ready to explode. 'She' pushed two fingers into my wife's dripping pussy and scooped up a handful of lusty, tasty honey then rubbed it on and in Sara's anxious, waiting ass. 'She' easily slipped two fingers inside Sara's rear then popped 'her' cock out of her cunt. We watched 'her' align 'her' huge fuck stick with my wife's ass hole. Georgia wiped the last of Sara's sex juice on 'her' cock and rested the tip against poor Sara's hole. "Ready, sweetie? Bear down and open up for me." I could see she did as instructed, but the video would let her see her open her own ass for Georgia. 'She' leaned forward and pushed over an inch inside with the first thrust. Sara screamed bloody hell, but pushed back when Georgia tried to back out. 'She' rested a moment with 'her' thick stick inside my wife's ass. Sara nodded OK and Georgia, after scavenging and applying more precious honey from my honey, pushed again. This time I saw most of 'her' thick cock slide inside. Sara grunted and sighed. One more push and 'her' balls slapped Sara's pussy. Feeling Georgia pressed against her cheeks let Sara relax since there was no more cock to take. Georgia started with short strokes that soon got longer and harder. Every out stroke drew an "Ohhhhh" from Sara, while every shove in and against her ass drew a louder and louder grunt. She seemed to be enjoying this special anal fucking more than usual. Getting fucked by a 'woman's' meat stick appealed to her bisexual instincts, I supposed. My helper returned with the grog and I drank half of it in a gulp. I partially removed my three fingers from Laura's succulent snatch and held her lips open. The natural pink and red inside her held my studious attention. Carefully, I tilted the cup over my snack and drained it into her gaping pussy. She lurched away from the cold, but I held her legs on my shoulders. "Don't run from the chill. Embrace it and know that something hot is coming to replace it." I watched Laura's pubic muscles grind and swish the grog inside her like a mouthwash while I imagined how those muscles would feel on my face. "Sweetheart, tell me and remember how this feels." I opened her lips again and, carefully avoiding her cervix, placed the straw into the puddle of grog against her rear wall. When she relaxed again, I sucked some of the grog out and couldn't resist tasting it. OHH MYYYYYY GODDDDD! I nearly climaxed from the flavor and aroma of dark rum, creme, pumpkin and luscious, scrumptious pussy nectar. "Ohhhh!" I sighed. " I've never had anything like this. Now THIS is my new favorite drink. I wish there were enough to share with everyone. You can make a fresh batch for Steve later, but YOU have to taste this." I sucked up a little more Laura grog (?) and stood to pass it to her. I bent and kissed her, let her lick my lips a few seconds first then, when she was ready, she opened her mouth and licked her grog from my mouth. She said she liked it more than she expected, but she wasn't impressed. "Sooo sad. More for me then. I LOVE it. Ok, back to the experiment before I drink it all and want more." I put the straw back into the pool and blew fierce bubbles, keeping them away from her cervix. "Anything good?" "Not really. It's OK, but doesn't compare to your hot cock filling me up." So I need to improve her pleasure with this. Suddenly, a loud wail assaulted our ears. It was Sara, climaxing with Georgia's cock still raiding her ass. Everyone turned and stared in time to see Sara shudder and vibrate uncontrollably. Her legs buckled and she fell forward, draped over the chair arm. All the vibrations dragged Georgia past 'her' peak and 'she' grunted and thrashed several times and shot 'her' man seed into Sara's rectum. 'She' fell over onto Sara's back and they stayed there, cock still in ass, catching their breaths. I smiled at my wife's immensely satisfying orgasm and turned back to Laura to complete our plan. Oh so greedily, I sucked up nearly all of Laura's grog from the depths of her love cave. Again, it took my breath away. With Laura's legs back on my shoulders, my anxious dick pointed directly at its target without any help. I held her hips while my tool teased her sodden snatch, bouncing up her slit and bumping her clit. She grew impatient so the next time my cock lined up with her cunt, I thrust forward and easily slid into her. It only took a few seconds and as many thrusts for Laura to resize her gaping quim to again firmly grip my invading manhood. With each contraction, our friction increased and she got louder. I pushed her knees closer to her chest and felt my dick hit her back wall and the unusual viscosity of the grog remnants. Each hard poke startled her big tits into trying to leave her chest elliptically. They were a joy to watch. Each reverse poke dragged out a bit of grog and filled my space with the added scent of rum. I heard a faint POP and suddenly felt a hand between me and Laura. It brutally yanked my cock from its heavenly shelter. I was about to punch the rude intruder when I saw it was Georgia. 'She' licked 'her' lips and stuffed my grog soaked cock into 'her' mouth. Confused about how to react, I just watched 'her' lick me and swallow my whole stick in her throat, finally saying, "Mmmmmm that is tasty. After the way you reacted to it honey, I just had to have some. That rum and creme mix is tooooo much with her already tasty twat. Here, that's enough of me interrupting." With that, 'she' hand fed my cock back into Laura's abandoned, hungry cunt. In two strokes, I was back where I left off and Laura was grunting loudly. Laura came with a cute, sexy squeal and a hiss. Her shudders nearly got me off. I knelt and lapped her soggy, frothy lips, sucking in a drink truly fit for gods. When she sighed, I knew she was ready for the final step and helped her stand. She was unsteady a few seconds, but I and the stranger helping keep her upright were rewarded with the graceful jostling of her big tits. He helped himself to a nipple, sucking and biting it, until she was stable. I turned her around and bent her face first over the arm of our chair so her beautiful, swollen, oval pussy and anus were in my face. As I stood behind her, I noticed Sara on all fours next to us. She was over Georgia, in 69 and sucking 'her' stiff dick while 'she' lapped at her cunt and dripping asshole. Sara was determined to taste 'her' cum yet. As Georgia drained 'her' cum from my wife's ass, another stranger knelt behind Sara and deeply introduced his stiff lance to her empty pussy. As he fucked my wife, I turned back to Laura. Her ass needed no preparation since she was loose and wet from her own pussy drippings. I put my over sensitive sword against then into her puckered sheath. It hurt both of us when I pressed forward, but the tight pleasure of my buried cock relieved the initial pain. My sensitive glans demanded I not pull it out until we were done; so I pumped harder and harder from just my pubes to my crown. It was enough to get Laura breathing hard quickly. She grunted louder with each firm slap of my balls against her pussy. Watching her big, dangling tits swing and thrust with my jabs wound me up again. Too soon, I started gasping and grunting and could hold back no more. Finally, my balls contracted and sent one burst after another deep into sweet Laura's ass. As I heard my shouts of release, I felt Laura shudder and wail again with each spurt of my seed. I collapsed on her back and gently rolled her dense nipples. Just as I came to my senses, I heard two other shouting releases. One was the stranger fucking my wife's pussy as he shot his sperm into her. The other was Georgia as 'she' sent spurt after spurt of 'her' cum into my wife's mouth. As she slurped Georgia's dick, she got her wish and fell into 'her' lap with 'her' cock against her face. She licked up the last dribbles from 'her' cock as 'she' drank the fresh sperm from Sara's cunt. While others were fucking against walls or vertically on their partner's hips, Laura and I breathlessly wondered what happened to Steve. We tacitly agreed we'd call him over to lick up any remaining grog froth from Laura's pussy and drink my cream from her ass. We saw him just a few feet behind me. He was with Godiva, smirking and handing her a dollar. FIN=================================== /\__/\( ~ ~ ) > * < Please vote BIG and leave constructive comments. Thanks.... Central image: 2 officers, dark blue boy shorts, at party search guests for bombs and crack; tag: bomb search leads to orgy [g ck 10/4/10]=========== 6983 words ==Submitted 10/4/10 | posted=10//10 38 hours to 1900 10/4/10 P.S. My muse, Lois, had little to do with this story. I think she was beating, ummm teaching me a lesson. The central, not seminal, image took a long time to clarify out of my non-Lois ethers and came to me in forced fragments I had to rearrange. In the end, the central shtick I resolved wasn't used because I felt it would make the story too long and wasn't needed. The mysterious Georgia was all Lois's doing. After she met and sucked Abe's dick, Lois vaguely introduced the twist that included making Abe a tiny bit homophobic. I welcome your comments on Georgia and Lois's parts.