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Halley

By: Bicinil



"Goddamned stupid lock," Halley muttered to herself as she jimmied her key in the deadbolt. "I'm sorry," she said over her shoulder as she continued to work. "It does this all the time...."

"Here, let me." Her date reached between her hands and smiled at her. She melted a little at that smile, nervously grinned back, and stepped aside. His name was Alaisdair, a tall gentleman with dark eyes and even darker hair, a smooth face, wearing a black suede coat she loved to touch when she thought he wasn't watching. He was about thirty, like Halley herself.

This was their third date, and she'd invited him back to her place after finishing their drinks at the club. Her girlfriends at work were so jealous that she'd met someone like him, at the department store of all places -- attractive, enticing, professional, gentlemanly, like James Bond but more mysterious. He looked sinister, in his face, but his manner was nothing but courteous and considerate. That contrast somehow made him even more (desirable) intriguing to Halley.

It also made her extremely nervous. Certainly she'd slept with men before, both early and late in their relationship, but this was the only time she was the first to invite her date to spend the night. No nonsense about "would you like to come up for coffee," either. She'd been surprisingly forward with Alaisdair as the taxi brought her home. It was, she admitted to herself, because of the dreams of him that she'd been having. Ever since their first meeting, those wonderful, wonderful dreams, each one more exotic and erotic than the last....

Halley suddenly realized that Alaisdair was already holding the door of her apartment for her. "Ladies first," he insisted with that (luscious) beautiful smile of his, her key held out to her.

"Oh, um, sorry. Thank you," she stammered as she entered past him. "That was very... I mean, I've had trouble with that deadbolt ever since I moved in here."

"I must have a talent for opening things, then." He entered behind her, barely making a sound, and let the door close softly. Halley turned on the light switch.

"It's not much to look at, of course," she said as she put her coat in the closet and offered him a hanger. He took it. She'd spent half the week cleaning it up, reorganizing, even painting certain spots in the kitchen. Her vibrators were safely hidden in a box in the top of the closet, with a pack of condoms replacing their spot in the nightstand. She'd worn her favorite black bra and panties under her outfit tonight. She didn't know what else to do (show him around). "So, um, would you like the grand tour?"

"I'd love that." He pointed to the photos hanging on the wall by the door. "Are these your family?"

"Family and friends. Those are my parents, of course... my girlfriends from work... that's us again, at Amy's bachelorette party... and that one is my brother and his family." A man in his late twenties, posing for a Christmas portrait with his wife and two girls, about six and two years old. "That's Will, of course, and his wife's name is Sarah, and their girls are Michele and Julie."

Alaisdair lingered on that photo. "They look very happy. You said they've been married... eight years now?"

"Yes, they didn't wait long to have children. Will and Sarah both knew they wanted a family as soon as they started dating. They're a great bunch, I visit them whenever I can."

Alaisdair turned to meet her eyes. "And you too, right?"

"Pardon?"

"You want a family, too."

Halley blushed a little, but this was a topic that he'd brought up on their first date, much to her surprise. "Yes, I do. More so every year I see my nieces growing up together. It's not a biological clock thing, I don't think. It's just... I've always wanted what they have. What they've had."

He took her hand in his (so soft and warm) and lifted it to his lips for a kiss. She loved the way he did that. "Just haven't met the right man, hmm?"

She nodded and squeezed her hand around his, smiling nervously despite herself. Finally she made herself say it. "I think maybe I have."

She couldn't tell if he smiled, but he did lean closer to her as he continued to hold her hand. She let her eyes close as she lifted her chin and met his lips with her own. Those kisses of his... so (sexual) sensual, so (passionate) affectionate, she savored them every time, and tonight her legs nearly gave way as she slipped her arms under his soft suede coat and up his back. She (wanted) wanted him so much, tonight and forever....

She couldn't guess how long they'd been kissing there in front of the photographs before separating and looking into each other's eyes. Alaisdair gave her a half-grin. "What about the grand tour you promised?"

She wasn't nervous anymore. "Let's start with the bedroom."



He took his time with the zipper on the back of her short black dress, leaving kisses along every inch of her skin as it opened to her waist. She slid it from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, kicking it aside with a grin, but Alaisdair took a second to pick it back up and lay it neatly on a chair, then removed his coat to cover it. "You look far too wonderful in it to treat it like that," he explained before returning to her, kissing her neck, her shoulder, her fingertips.

She moved her hands to open her bra, but he stopped them with a kiss. Reaching behind her with one hand, he flicked the clasp open and slid it from her shoulders with the other. "Impressive," she giggled.

He smiled that wonderful, seductive smile. "I must have a talent for opening things."

The rest of his clothes quickly piled up on the floor. Something in her made her loosen his thin black silk tie and leave it on his neck for last, unknoting it as slowly as she could and sliding it along her own neck in a mock striptease before tossing it with the rest. She bit her lip... he looked so good, naked and nearly erect in the candlelight. She'd set out the candles before leaving on their date, but he was the one who took the time to light them and arrange them in a perfect circle around the bed before undressing her.

She embraced him for another long, passionate kiss as he run his fingers inside the waist of her panties and slid them past her waist to the floor. They moved to the bed together, dancing around the candles and laying on the comforter side by side. Just feeling his fingers on her naked body turned her on, she knew she wanted him now. Forget about foreplay, she didn't need it tonight. But experience and friendly advice reminded that her men didn't work quite like women did, and if she cut to the chase now she might never get to any of those things she remembered from her dreams....

Her fingers glided across his (smooth) chest down past his waist, caressing his erection as it pressed against her own body. As she felt him shiver in response, she slowly broke the kiss and smiled. "Let me help you with that," she whispered.

Slowly she slid down the bed and parted her lips, slipping them around the head of his cock, feeling it in her mouth. Most men tried to take control of things at this point, but Alaisdair didn't -- only touched her hair with his fingers, sliding through it, brushing it away from her cheeks.

She could feel him watching, and smiled a little inside. Without looking up, she continued, sliding her tongue under his cock and back towards the head as her lips drew away, then back again as she moved her head forward again, sucking more of him into her mouth. The way he touched her hair and cheeks comforted her, relaxed her, made her feel comfortable with him like this. And so she continued, her wet lips sliding down his cock, sucking harder, her cheeks and tongue holding his cock tightly each time she drew back. She could feel him getting harder, his balls tightening, and she caressed them with her fingers, squeezing gently, as she devoured his cock with ever- increasing hunger.

Eventually, reluctantly, he stopped her. She wasn't expecting it. He met her eyes and drew her face back up to his. "That was... wonderful... but that's not how I want my first time to be."

Halley was taken completely aback. "Your first... you're a... virgin?" Her girlfriends would never believe it. She didn't even believe it. How could someone like this, who looked and acted the way Alaisdair did, have never had sex before? She suddenly wondered if he was really as old as she'd assumed. The question had never actually come up.

He seemed to read her thoughts. "I'm older than I look, don't worry. My... family have always believed that a man shouldn't make love to a woman unless he's sure of who she is -- that she is a woman who believes in having a family, who wants to raise his children and care for them." He brushed her hair back from her cheek again, caressing her neck and shoulder. He smiled, more warmly than ever. "I'm sure of that with you. You're the first woman I've ever been so sure of."

Halley smiled, inwardly and out, feeling as though she'd just passed a very exclusive and selective test. All the women who must have ever wanted Alaisdair, and she was the first, because he knew she wanted to stay with him and have his children and raise them together. And she did, she truly did, but right now she just wanted him to make love to her, to enter her and make this evening complete. They kissed, full of desperate intensity, and Halley rolled onto her back with him in her arms and pressed her hips to his.

She felt him, hard between her legs, and couldn't stop pressing against him. Nor could he stop pressing back. They rolled their hips together, pushing harder against each other's bodies, still kissing and caressing each other. She was very wet, and when he leaned forward his cock found entry into her immediately. She gasped in surprise and pleasure, then her gasp turned into a sigh and a moan as she arched her back to welcome him and invite him deeper inside her body.

His hands slid down her body, across her very sensitive breasts to her thighs, guiding them apart (he has such a talent for opening things) and upward. She cooperated and folded them around his waist, trying to pull him closer, but there was no need. He raised his hips and hers, his hands moving to her bottom and squeezing it as his cock slid easily between her lips. And she wanted him so deep, so much....

Her hands moved above her head and held on as she rocked her hips against his, closing her eyes and sighing as she felt him sliding in and out of her, long slow strokes followed short deep ones, then by a slow grinding of his hips against hers, rolling her clit between their bodies and making them both moan loudly. She didn't even realize she was calling his name, just like in her dreams: "Oh, god, yes... oh Alaisdair...."

"Mmmmmmmmm, yes..." he responded between breaths, never stopping his wonderful motions inside her. "Call me.... Asmodeus, please... that's my... real name... Asmodeus...."

Halley was too far gone to do anything but comply. "Asmodeus... yes, ohhhhh yes..." and she continued, saying his name again and again as he moved faster and faster inside of her, his body stimulating hers until she felt her first orgasm erupt from (his) her body. She gripped the bed tightly and threw her hips into the air, shuddering as it came and went, sighing loudly as she held onto it as long as possible.

Eventually she became aware that he was still hard inside of her, that he hadn't come yet. She half-opened her eyes to look at him, leaning close to her from above. "Mmmmm, were you waiting on me?"

He kissed her. "An incubus only has one climax... and I want our time to last."

Asmodeus Incubus, she thought... an interesting family name, certainly one she'd never heard before. She wondered if it was Middle Eastern, even though he didn't look like it. His cock twitched inside of her, and she shivered and grinned. "Well, I'm sure I have a second one in me still... maybe even a third." She slid her hand down his body to the base of his cock, rubbing it as it rested against her, feeling it move against her clit and finding herself aroused again. She moaned through closed lips, long and low, and finally said, "I want to move, though... let me change positions."

He kissed her again and nodded, sliding his cock slowly out of her, sighing with her as they separated. Not wanting to be apart for long, she rolled onto her side and looked at him over her shoulder, patting the space behind her. "C'mere. Put your arms around me." His erection was still wet, sliding between her thighs and rubbing against her lips again. She bent her waist slowly, bringing him with her, and reached down to guide him back into her.

He entered easily and deeply, and she smiled and sighed as they joined together again. Her legs slid between and around his, as her arms held his hands against her chest. She felt his fingers find her breast, touching and circling the nipple, rolling it between his fingertips as it hardened, and she moaned even louder. "Alaisdair... Asmodeus... don't stop, please... don't stop...."

She bent her waist as far as she could while keeping him pressed against her back and legs. Her eyes closed, all her thoughts focused on feeling his fingers on her breast... his breath on the back of her neck... his legs sqeezing hers... his hard wet cock sliding deeper inside her with every thrust of their hips... moving faster... pushing harder against him... "Yes... Asmodeus... don't stop... come with me... come with me...."

She knew as soon as it began that she'd never felt anything like it. His cock seemed to swell, literally filling her as they both came, and she squeezed him inside of her as he pushed back. She actually felt his come filling her, deep inside her body, and she welcomed it and screamed with pleasure and desire as her body drank him up. Her mind ignored everything else, their orgasm driving it all away, even the breath from her lungs, and she finally collapsed onto the bed, unable to move or even stay awake any longer.

Halley didn't know when she first woke and realized he was no longer beside her. Something inside reassured her that nothing was wrong, that he wasn't like other men, that he hadn't left during the night and that he was really still there with her. At some point she realized she'd forgotten all about the condoms, and then never gave them another thought. She drifted off again, still on top of the blankets of her bed but not at all cold. She felt as though something was keeping her warm from the inside, and she smiled and savored it in her dreams....

That night, she had one more dream of him. It wasn't erotic like the others -- somehow, she thought, those dreams would never again compare to the night they'd shared in the waking world. Asmodeus/Alaisdair was speaking from behind her, embracing her, his hand rubbing her belly reassuringly. "I'm truly sorry that we'll never have another night like that." His voice was in both ears, calm and soothing, but full of masculinity and power. "There is no other way for us to be. But never forget what you told me... that you wanted to have a family, a child, with someone you loved...." His voice continued, and she slept peacefully, long into the next morning.



Consciously, Halley forgot the dream. When she woke, she went about her day as if she'd known he'd be gone, confident that he was somewhere he needed to be. His clothes had disappeared, but mysteriously, his suede coat had remained, folded over the chair beneath her dress. She began to wear it wherever she went. It smelled just like him, she realized, and it kept her warm no matter what the weather was like.

Her girlfriends tried to convince her that he was a jerk, that under those dark eyes and sensual manner he was just another hump-and-run loser, afraid of any kind of commitment. But she insisted that they were wrong, and that he'd left because that's the way it had to be. Was he in the military, they asked, or a businessman who had to go on another trip? She couldn't say. Somehow, she hadn't ever thought to ask.

Months later, when she told them she was pregnant, they began it all again. Halley simply ignored their words, though, assuring herself that they'd change their minds in time. And sure enough, after the baby shower was held and her son was born, with her brother and sister holding her hand through the delivery, they all cooed over him together.

Alaisdair Asmodeus was an interesting name, no doubt, but everyone else agreed it would grow on them. Halley had insisted the baby share her lover's name. They even looked exactly alike.

Halley



Hello Nude Day Contest Readers. I had a bit of a struggle categorizing this one. It is certainly science fiction in nature, but I'm telling you right now - it isn't very erotic. Given this is Literotica, it seems in order to fire off that warning shot ;) That said, I had a terrific time writing this. For the geeks in the crowd, the coordinates listed are all real. If you want to follow along with the story, just plug them into Google Earth or most mapping programs - a straight cut and paste should bring the locations up. Thanks for reading, and hope your summer is going well.

1986Somewhere near Cedar City, Utah37 37 48.25N 112 59 34.62W

"Hello out there. My name is Phil Bensen. I am sixteen years old and I live on the planet earth. Earth is the third planet in orbit around what we call Sol, a planet in the Milky Way. I could tell you a bunch of stuff about our planet, but if you get this maybe you'll come along for a visit and find out for yourself. What I'll tell you is Earth is full of all sorts of animals, and human beings are the most in control -- for good or for bad. 

Human beings have two sexes, male and female. I'm a male. 

I'd tell you about females, but I don't know too much. The other guys always talk about getting laid, in scientific jargon -- copulation. For me, I don't care about copulation. I'd just like someone to kiss. If I could have a girlfriend who I could kiss every day, it would be amazing. If I could just hold her and kiss her, I wouldn't worry too much about the getting laid part. So far, I've kissed three girls -- and it was amazing with every one of them. I dated Cheri Little for two and a half weeks and it was the best fifteen days of my life. We kissed - a lot. One time we were watching TV on the couch and we both fell asleep. Her head was on my arm, it was as close to heaven as I've ever been."

"Anyway, she broke up with me about a month ago and now every time I think about her it feels like my heart is going to stop. She's dating Jason now. He's one of my best friends, and I know I'm supposed to hate him but I can't. That doesn't change the fact that I fell like I'm going to throw up whenever I picture them together."

"So, I'm sitting here on top of a mountain, looking up at the stars, and wanting to share this with someone. I've put together this radio cannon -- that's what I call it anyway. I'm shooting out this message to whoever might get it and it actually makes me feel a little better. Even if this message reaches you a million years from now, I just want you to know that someone else knows what it is like to be alone."

"This is Phil Bensen, on the outskirts of Cedar City, Utah, signing off." 

Phil unplugged from the battery array he'd put together in the back of his dad's truck and looked at his ingenious device one more time. It had taken him over two years of tinkering around, but he'd finally gotten something that broadcast a signal he believed was strong enough escape the atmosphere and continue on - hopefully forever.

Driving back through dark hills outside of Cedar City, Phil began having a few regrets.

"Crap," he said to himself. 

He often talked to himself on his drives through the mountains.

"I could be the first human voice some alien hears from Earth, and they're going to think the planet is full of teenagers who whine about being lonely. Good job, Phil!"

The message was soon forgotten -- well, not forgotten, but stored away in the back of his mind.

The device wasn't forgotten, however. Phil continued modifying his signal amplifier which could boost the power of nearly any frequency over a thousand times. He nearly got in trouble from the FCC for broadcasting Oingo Boingo on 88.1 FM with a signal that reached all the way to Green River, Colorado and Death Valley, California. 

With a newer version of the amplifier he won the Utah State Science Competition, and took second in the national competition, winning a scholarship to UC Berkeley in the process. 

Just after turning 18 - the son of a history professor and an English teacher found himself leaving the sleepy little town in Utah and moving to one of the nation's hotbeds of technology and counter-culture, set to embark on a great adventure -- his goal, to change science as we know it, and discover alien life.

July 14, 2010 -- 1:38 AMThe Hollenbeck Palms Retirement Home34 2 22.66N 118 13 14.49W

A curious glow drifted through the halls of the Hollenbeck Palms. It drifted in and out of the resident's rooms - touching one of them now and again. Once it left, they were visited by a curious sense of peace and comfort -- knowing they weren't truly alone.

The glow finally settled into the room of Leilani Sigridsdottir. The daughter of an Icelandic/English/Native American father and a Somalian/Fijian/Russian/Japanese mother, Leilani had once been a stunning beauty -- taking the best from each country in her background.

Along with the superior physical traits, she had inadvertently become the most perfect genetic human being ever to be born. What no one knew, except her, was she was the oldest person on the planet -- having been born in the year 1877. Senility had just begun to inch its way in -- but she still had her good days.

Today, in the wee hours of the morning, she wondered if her mind was now taking the final journey down the road to senility -- because her young self was standing before her, naked. The woman in front of her reminded her of what she'd in the mirror when she'd been perhaps nineteen or twenty.

She looked at the high, full, proud breasts -- the round and ripe hips -- the once legendary hair that seemed to scintillate with every hue. The eyes -- the eyes were the same. The greenish blue eyes stood out like jewels against the brown skin. 

"I used to look like that," she said, smiling. "I suppose I was quite the beauty. Now I can see it."

Her other self, her younger self, reached out to place a tender hand on her wrinkled cheek.

The old woman saw stars; millions upon millions of stars glowing and talking among each other. Like the others in the home who had been visited by the glowing light that evening, Leilani was enveloped in warm glow of comfort. Leilani knew she was not alone. 

As the young, naked beauty walked out of the rear entrance of the Hollenbeck Palms, the old woman named Leilani made a decision. She had spent as much time as she wished to on this planet and now she knew there was something beyond. As the dawn broke, her breathing grew more shallow. As the first ray of the sun streamed onto her face, she liked to imagine that her soul leapt onto the slanted beam and climbed away in search of a new adventure.

July 14th, 2010 -- 12:15 PMGlendale Galleria- The Food Court34 8 39.96N 118 15 34.44W

"Melanie, are you there?"

Melanie grabbed the radio handset.

"Yeah Doug, what's up?"

"I think we found the nude beauty. She's in the food court at the Galleria."

All morning, reports had been filtering in about sightings of a gorgeous nude woman walking northward through Los Angeles. She had been elusive and had moved with surprising quickness for someone on foot.

"Alright -- I'm nearby. I'll get right over there." said Melanie. "Crazy Nude Day activists."

In the Galleria all of the food court was stopped. Standing in the center was the most beautiful, naked woman any of them had ever seen.

Her skin glistened -- not from anything supernatural, but from perspiration. She had been moving rapidly, walking or running as she learned the mechanics of this new body. 

Something had been stirring in her mind -- a longing of some sort. Upon passing this collection of buildings, an odor had reached out to her and she had followed the smell into the food court. It was the smell that attracted her. Her body seemed to be longing for something associated with the smell.

Just as everyone was observing her -- she was watching them in turn. The males of the species seemed to react to her differently -- they admired her, or something along those lines. Some of the females seemed to admire her too. Others were ambivalent, and others shook their heads in what was apparently disapproval. She mimicked all of their mannerisms. 

When the men whooped, she smiled in encouragement. With the women who frowned, she tried shaping her face into the frown -- which seemed to make them frown even more.

The smell took over again. She followed the pungent, sweet aroma toward a counter which had a black and white creature painted on the sign. May, the young Asian-American who stood behind the counter was at a loss and could only do what she'd been trained to do.

"Would you like to try a sample of our Beijing Beef?"

May offered the woman a little paper container. The nude woman looked at it curiously, smelling it and smiling. She didn't seem to know what to do with it.

May took a sample herself and lifted the toothpick to her mouth.

"You do this," she explained, popping the strip of crispy-battered beef into her mouth.

The woman followed suit, and her face broke into an overwhelming grin.

Some might bemoan the fact that this newborn creature's first taste of food on our planet was from the McDonald's of Asian food, Panda Express -- but the naked woman would have argued differently. The strong burst of salt and sweet, of fried fat and sweet sauce was an explosion of sensations that thrilled her immensely. 

"Mm!" she exclaimed. 

"Oh!" she cried -- suddenly excited to realize she had a voice.

She tried reaching out to grab more from the serving pans, but the glass barrier stopped her. Coming up curiously, she looked very sad at being denied.

"I'm sorry," said May. "You have to... you know, buy it if you want any more."

"She can have mine," said a skater dude who'd been sitting nearby. His accent was so stereotypically So-Cal it almost seemed fake. "Any babe who looks like that can have anything she wants. Seriously, naked-chick, have at it."

By the time Sergeant Melanie Starostka arrived at the food court, there were seventeen guys lined up at the table where the nude woman had been brought to sit. Each of the men carried an order from one of the many restaurants around them. It was as though they were lining up to give their offerings to a goddess. Once Melanie saw the woman in question, she mused that the goddess analogy wasn't too far from the truth.

"Alright boys -- break it up. Break it up," she said brushing the young men back. 

The nude woman barely noticed Melanie. Her face was currently smeared with sauces of every variety - as were her hands. Even the top of her breasts were coated with drips and chunks of the many things she'd sampled. With scarcely a glance to Melanie, she grabbed a large smoothie from Surf City Squeeze and started sucking at the straw with abandon. 

"Hello," said Melanie. "I'm Sergeant Melanie Starostka from the Glendale Police Department. While we respect your right to express yourself on this semi-official holiday -- I have to inform you that if you don't put some clothes on I'm going to have to cite you for public disturbance, public lewdness, and a couple of other things."

The nude woman glanced dismissively at Melanie, while continuing to suck down the smoothie. She was already half way done with the very large cup of frozen concoction (Mango-Strowberry-Banana, by the way). 

"Ma'am, I want to communicate to you that I'm already showing lenience. I'm giving you a chance. Do you have any clothes."

"Ahh!"

The woman screamed in pain, grabbing her head and moaning.

"Dude," said the skater to the woman. "That's a massive eye-headache. You've got to slow down on the slush-type beverages."

Melanie shook her head at the absurdity of the situation. 

"Alright, sweetie," she said to the naked beauty, "why don't you come with me and we'll have a talk down at the station."

Melanie ignored the groans of the assembled boys and men and wrapped a large blanket around the woman who followed obediently.

May from Panda Express handed Melanie the police sergeant a handful of alcohol hand-wipe packets. Melanie nodded in thanks and led the nude woman out.

Stopping outside her squad car, she opened the wipes and washed off the woman's face, hands, and body. The woman calmly allowed it, looking to Melanie with childlike eyes full of disarming innocence. Melanie opened the rear door and helped the woman in. 

As they drove to the woman touched everything and looked out the windows with fierce curiosity.

"Do you have a name?"

The woman looked at Melanie with a confused expression. It was as though the words had registered somewhere within her, but she was uncertain of what to do with them.

"My name is Melanie. Melanie. What's your name?"

In fact, the woman did possess the language. All of the English language was in her mind, absorbed from those she had passed -- Spanish and Mandarin were also strong in terms of content. Having the words, and using the words, however, were quite different things.

"Haa..." said the woman, struggling with the sounds. "Haa haaa Haaallleey."

"Halley. That's your name?"

"Halley," said the woman, smiling at the accomplishment.

"Halley, that's a pretty name."

"Halley," she repeated. "Halley."

Those in the station looked up with interest as Melanie led the nude woman in. Though the blanket was still on her shoulders, Halley clearly didn't grasp the true purpose of it -- or the concept of modesty.

"Halley," she said to the desk clerk, giving him a nice flash of her right breast as she passed.

"Well hello, Halley."

"Zip it up, Yamamoto," said Melanie.

"Halley. Halley! Halley. Halley?"

The word rang throughout the station as Melanie took Halley to her office. She closed the door and had Halley sit before she turned to get some forms from her file cabinet.

"Halley. Halley. Halley."

"Yes, your name is Halley. At least we got that...oh shit."

Halley had dropped the blanket and was looking out into the office floor, giving everyone there quite an eyeful as she pressed her ample breasts up against the glass.

"Come on, Halley."

She pulled her away from the glass and lowered the blinds.

"Halley, I'm going to need some more information. Where you're from. Who your family is."

Again, Halley struggled with the words. If she were a computer, it was almost as though Melanie could see the circuits processing the data."

"Family. Halley left family."

"You ran away?"

"... sort of."

"Okay. Do you have anyone to go to? To take care of you?"

"I have someone I wish to hold. Someone I wish to kiss."

"Oh, who's that?"

"Phil Bensen."

"Good we're getting somewhere," said Melanie, relieved. "Where does this Phil Bensen live?"

Halley shrugged. 

"Anything? Do you have anything to help me out?"

"I think... I think he would be a know-things-person," said Halley, struggling for words.

"A know-things-person? What kind of things does he know?"

"A... how-things-work type of know-things-person."

"A mechanic?"

"No," said Halley, frustrated. "How big things work. How suns work and universe works and things."

"A scientist?" inquired Melanie.

"Yes! A scientist. A very smart scientist I think that is how... how I know of him."

"Okay then, a scientist or physicist or something named Phil Bensen. Let's check it out."

Melanie pulled up her computer and typed away. Halley watched the officer's fingers with fascination -- absorbing everything about the way her fingers hit the letters and noticing instantly how each tap had a corresponding signal on the screen.

"Gotta love Google, right?" said Melanie.

"Okay," said Halley, innocently.

"Wow, here we go. Phil Bensen, MFA and PhD in astrophysics, UC Berkeley. Associate research scientist, NASA fellow. You're not kidding he's a scientist. Let's see though, resigned from his research fellow position a couple of years ago."

"Where is he?" asked Halley.

"Umm, here's a map. Here's us, in Los Angeles. Here's Berkeley, up by San Francisco."

"No, where exactly is he?"

"Oh, I don't. I mean, we could check the white pages or open public records. But Halley, can we get you some clothes before we go any further?"

"Clothes?" 

"Yes," said Melanie, pointing to her uniform. "These things. Cloth that covers you."

"Why do you wish me to cover with clothes?" asked Halley, perplexed.

"Because it is what's done - in public at least. We expect people to wear clothes when they are outside. When you're at home, do whatever you want, but out here -- it's what we do."

"If Sergeant Melanie Starostka wishes for me to put on clothes in public. I will do so. However, I have no clothes."

"Yes, I see that. Wait here."

Melanie opened her door just wide enough to slip out, hiding Halley from the prying eyes of the department. She made a beeline for the missing property department where her friend Jerry worked. 

"Jerry, I need some clothes."

"For Halley, Miss Nude California?"

"You saw her, too?"

"Oh yeah. And this is her lucky day." Jerry went back to a shelf and pulled down what looked to be a real Louis Vitton suitcase. 

"This," he explained, "looks like it may have fallen out of an airport Limo from Burbank. However, after several calls to the airport and the mandatory six-month waiting period -- I was just getting ready to put this in the charity auction. I think that gorgeous Halley there is as deserving of charity as anyone, don't you think?"

"Bless you, Jerry."

Melanie returned to her office to find Halley behind her desk, pecking away at the computer keyboard.

"Hey now, you're not allowed."

"Not allowed? Why?"

"It's a police computer."

"Oh," said Halley, making the connection. "Can I use other computers -- ones not used by police?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good," said Halley. "Did you bring me clothing?"

"Did I?" exclaimed Melanie. "Girlfriend, you hit the jackpot."

She pulled the suitcase up to the desk and opened it. The clothes inside were worth a large portion of Melanie's salary. She walked Halley through the ins-and-outs of clothing. Before long, the beauty was standing in black silk panties and a matching lacy bra. The bra fit her very well, surprisingly, but Halley didn't seem too happy with it.

"It itches," she complained," and it squeezes me funny. Why would someone wear this?"

"Well you," said Melanie, "as high as those puppies are riding, you could get away with it, but that's what women wear in general."

"I see," said Halley, though she clearly didn't. 

"Now for the next layer," said Melanie. "Here are some amazingly expensive jeans and a great top."

Halley barely fit into the jeans, but once she did they squeezed her in just the way the designer had intended. The blouse was a bit easier to manage. It fit well and showed a bit more cleavage than Melanie would have cared for -- but she figured it wasn't much of an issue to Halley.

"I thank you for the clothing. I wish to depart now."

"To where?" asked Melanie.

"To Berkeley, California to find Phil Bensen."

"Okay," said Melanie. "It will take a while to travel there. It's a bit too far to walk."

"Oh, how will I get there?"

"You'll need money."

"Money?" asked Halley. "What does it look like?"

"Here," said Melanie, pulling out her wallet to show her some bills.

"Oh! Money like this?" 

Halley reached into a side zipper inside the suitcase and pulled out an envelope which contained well over ten thousand dollars."

"I...holy shit, yeah."

"Is something the matter?" asked Halley. "Is it wrong I should have this?"

"No," said Melanie as she shook her head in amazement. "I think you were born under a lucky star. Come on Halley, I'll take you to the bus station, there's no way you'll be able to get on a plane without an ID."




Halley



July 15th, 2010 -- 2:15 amBerkeley, CA37 52 12.62N 122 16 9.15W

Phil Bensen was not a content man.

He had battled away in the world of academia for a little over fifteen years. Though he still loved physics and astrophysics, he hated the insular and backbiting world one needed to live in to have a career in it. Almost two years ago, he'd finally reached the end of his rope and resigned his associate position at UC Berkeley and signing on with a big silicon valley consulting firm as a programmer.

Though the lines of code he bashed out on a daily basis wouldn't unlock the secrets of the universe or explain the beginnings of the big bang -- he was damned good at it. He took some satisfaction in the artistry and 'tightness' of the code he created. A mercenary of sorts, he went with the highest bidder and could make more in one month of programming than his annual salary at Berkeley -- leaving him free the other months to do whatever he wanted -- independent research, surfing, travel, whatever. 

Of course, lately he'd been having a tough time turning down the offers and that free time hadn't materialized -- though his bank account certainly wasn't suffering.

This evening (or more like early morning), he was returning from a marathon session at the offices of one of the big search engines. They'd needed help tweaking some logic in a GPS/Shopping application and had called him in. 

"Some accomplishment," he thought to himself as he pulled into his condo's garage. "I've now made it easier for the world to buy more useless crap with the help of their mobile phone."

Trying to shake off the negativity, he emerged from the elevator onto the 7th floor. 

A beautiful woman was standing in the hallway with a Louis Vitton bag. She was dressed in expensive clothing.

"Must be waiting for Anton," he mused. 

Anton was his Russian neighbor who was a venture capitalist. He'd ridden the wave that started in '97, sold everything off six months before the bubble burst, bought short on the right properties, and doubled his nut again. 

There were always hot women waiting around for Anton -- and most of them weren't even hookers. Certainly a lot of them were the kind only interested in partying with someone who had lots of money to spend -- and Anton was always willing to oblige them. Phil had tried partying with Anton for about a week before figuring out that there was nothing real in the wealthy Russian's entire universe. He viewed Anton's clique as living proof that there was antimatter and was just thankful he'd been able to avoid getting sucked into it.

Yes, this woman certainly had the looks of one of Anton's chickz as the Russian said. There was something different about this one, though. She gazed at Phil with open, innocent eyes. There was an intensity; a simplicity about her that was enchanting and almost alarming.

He gave her a polite nod as he walked past her. Upon stopping at his door, he heard the approach of footsteps. She was walking toward him with her suitcase.

"Can I help you?" he asked in a sardonic tone.

"I don't need help, I don't think," said the beautiful woman whose hair seemed to shift colors with the light. "I'm not in distress, but thank you for your offer."

"Okay. Umm...what are you doing here?"

"I am standing. Today I took the bus from Glendale, California -- departing from Latitude 34 degrees seven minutes twenty five point forty-eight seconds north, Longitude one hundred and eighteen degrees fifteen minutes, thirty-one point seventy-seven seconds west. I travelled northward to the Berkeley Greyhound station, which I have yet to find the coordinates for due to lack of access to a computer. On the journey north I spoke with many people aboard the bus. Many of the men paid a great deal of attention to me, but I did not care for that sort of attention. I spoke with an older woman from Castroville who was very pleased that I spoke Spanish. She asked me to call her Abuela, which I did. I have her phone number and I am going to go to her family's house for dinner on an upcoming Sunday. There was one young man who also seemed attracted to me, but not in an uncomfortable way. His name was Justin. We spoke of the Giants which are not abnormally large men, but a team that plays the sport baseball. I hope to go to a game some time. Justin let me borrow his iPhone and I looked up many things on the internet. Justin seemed to admire my breasts -- he kept staring at where they were under my shirt and at the portions you can see. At the end of the journey I let him see all of them and I think it left him quite uncomfortable for he was unable to say anything after that, not even goodbye..."

As she babbled on, Phil mused that this was certainly a new approach for a groupie. There are physics groupies, by the way. Perhaps a better term is genius groupies. There are women (or men) who get some sort of thrill from being close to someone with brains. Get a PhD, a few pretty grad students start hovering around. Win a fellowship to NASA -- you get the models or hot business execs who are closet Scifi nuts and want to spend some time with the closest they'll ever get to Spock . 

Phil knew a couple of younger Nobel winners who could have a different long-legged beauty any day of the week. They were the A-Rod's of the science world. Some of the women just wanted the closeness -- the proximity to a 'higher being'. Many wanted a sperm donor -- thinking a PhD was some proof of genetic superiority (they'd clearly never met his younger brother).

He had to admire this one's approach. Going for the savant-Asberger's angle was entirely unique. He figured he'd entertain her for a little while.

"I took a cab here," continued the woman, "the driver's name was Andre'. He dropped me off at the corner and your doorman let me in. Since then, I have been waiting here at Latitude..."

"I know the coordinates of the building," said Phil. He didn't really, not exactly, but he'd looked it up before.

"Oh, you do?" she said excitedly. "I love knowing the coordinates!"

"Yes. Hey, do you want to come in for a drink or something?"

"I would like a beverage, yes -- though I have to slow down on the slush-type beverages, they put pain in my head when I drink them rapidly."

"Sure, sure. How about some white wine?" suggested Phil.

"I have never had wine. That would be lovely. Thank you."

"Okay, just make yourself at home in the living room. I'll be right back."

Phil went into the kitchen and pulled out a nice, neutral sort of wine, one he hoped a stunning nutjob would find okay. He poured it into glasses and carried them into...

She was naked. She was standing naked in his living room looking at his photos of el Capitan.

She turned and smiled at him.

It was an odd sensation. He should have been frightened, but there was nothing inviting in her smile -- nothing seductive. Proof to that end came with her next words.

"I am glad to be at home. Sergeant Melanie Starostka said that I needed to wear clothes in public, but I could do whatever I wanted to at home. You said to make myself at home. Those clothes are uncomfortable after a while. Look at the lines the bra put into my shoulders and under my breasts.

Phil tried to take on the same matter-of-fact candor she was exhibiting. 

"Yeah, yeah. That's gotta be annoying."

"Will the lines stay?"

"No. No, they go away pretty quickly."

"I'm glad. Can I have some wine?"

"Sure. Yeah. Here you go."

Phil poured her a glass. She drank it in one gulp.

"May I have some more? One gets very thirsty on long greyhound trips. Abuela told me they have beverages on planes but they don't on buses."

"That's true," said Phil. "Why don't you wait for some wine? I'll get you some water."

"Water is lovely," said the woman. "Earth has a lot of water."

"Yes, yes we do. Hey, what's your name by the way?"

"I would like to be called Halley."

"Okay Halley. Let me get you some water."

Phil went back into the kitchen and tried to gather himself. Everything about this woman was alarming. She'd stalked him and planted herself in the hallway. She'd stripped down to her birthday suit yet made no advances toward him. She was exhibiting some highly disturbing behavior, but she exuded a calm vibe that reassured him every time he looked into her eyes.

He saw the message light blinking on his phone. As advanced as many things in his life were, he still preferred an old-school answering machine. He was about to push the play button when Halley appeared, peeking around the corner.

"What room is this?

"This is the kitchen."

"The kitchen, where you store and prepare food?"

"Yeah. Um, look around if you want. I'm checking messages."

"Thank you," she said, and began flitting around. 

Everything was of interest. The feel of the marble countertops; the way the drawers slid; how the cabinets opened; the clink of glasses. It was a great adventure for her.

He pushed the play button.

"Hi Phil, it's Ed Bertschinger. Listen, I know you're taking some time off, but we've got a three-month fellowship we'd love to have you..."Skip

"Heya Bensen it's Jeff over at InfinIT. I don't know what your guys are paying you, but I think we could... Skip

"Pheel, eet is Andre your neighbor. I fly to Canada tomorrow on private jet. Was thinking you come and help me wit dese Australian girls I meet at Martuni's..." Skip

"Hello Phil Bensen, this is Sergeant Melanie Starostka from the Glendale police department."

"Ooh!" squealed Halley. "It is my friend."

"I wanted to let you know that a very -- unusual young woman is on her way to see you. Her name is Halley. She is decidedly odd, but I don't' think she bears you any ill will. I can't believe I'm saying this, but if you see her, go gently. Take care of her if you can -- she's... she's just different, but in wonderful ways."

"She is a nice person, Melanie Starostka," said Halley. "Oh, I am still thirsty. I will have some more wine now."

She took the bottle up and drank straight from it, chugging the rest of the Riesling with barely a pause.

"What are these?" she asked, reaching out to the knives.

"Be careful..." said Phil, but it was too late. She had pulled out a paring knife and slashed gash in her finger.

Tears began welling up in her eyes. 

"What happened," she asked, her lower lip trembling. "Why did this shiny thing cause me pain? What is this redness? Is it blood? What is this wetness in my eyes? Am I crying? Are these tears? I have never cried tears before."

She had reached to her face and was now wiping the blood from her gushing finger onto her face.

"Hey, come here. Come here. We'll take care of you."

He tore off a sheet of paper towel and pressed it to her finger before leading her into the bathroom.

"Oh no! Look at me!" she cried upon seeing herself in the mirrors.

"Relax," said Phil. "We'll take care of you in a jiffy."

He washed off her face and rinsed her hand before putting antiseptic and a bandaid on it. She continued sobbing as he fixed her up. Though a bit mollified, tears were still rolling slowly down her cheeks.

It was so certainly one of the oddest nights Phil had ever experienced.

"Come here," he said, guiding her into the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed where she was still sniffling.

"Why do things have to hurt, Phil Bensen? I don't understand."

She was so innocent, so childlike, Phil had no choice but to do the natural thing and pull her into his arms for a comforting hug.

"There you go," said Phil softly. "It'll all be alright."

Instinctively, he kissed the top of her head and she snuggled into him further.

"Would you lie down with me Phil Bensen? It feels good with you holding me. I've never had someone hold me before. It is so pleasant."

Phil laid back and she wrapped herself around him. 

"I am so tired, Phil Bensen. I think this must be what it means to be sleepy. Have you ever been sleepy before? This is my first time."

"Yeah, I've been sleepy," said Phil. 

Suddenly, he was now. There was something about her -- it was like she was emanating every one of her emotions and they were pushing their way into his own consciousness. She was tired, so it made sense that he should be tired, too. He could barely keep his eyes open.

"Can I ask you, Phil Bensen," said Halley in the midst of a yawn, "is this as pleasant as it was when you were holding Cheri Little and falling asleep?"

Those words would have surprised him, but they barely filtered into his drowsy mind as the two of them drifted off into a deep sleep -- linked together by a curious bond which was growing stronger by the minute.





Halley



Now Carrie was naked. Well, not naked, but she was sitting there in her bra and panties. Halley was examining Carrie closely.

"And milk came out of these?" Halley asked, incredulously about Carrie's breasts.

"Mm hmm."

"Will milk come out of mine?"

"Only if you have a baby," explained Carrie patiently.

"Maybe I should do that."

"No rush, Halley," said Carrie gently. "There's lots of time. Now, are you ready to play?"

"Oh yes!"

They worked their way through the toys. Halley showed little interest in vehicles of any sort. Animals and humans were the main things that caught her attention. She loved the jack-in-the-box, especially after Carrie taught her the song. 

"Pop! Goes the Weasel!" she would shout, laughing hysterically every time the clown sprang up and surprised her.

All the while, Phil was watching, enchanted. While common-sense might have argued otherwise, there was no doubt but that Phil was falling head-over-heels in love with this odd girl.

She loved the collection of wooden animals that were part of Phil's vintage train. 

"Where is this from?" she asked about the elephant.

"From Africa," explained Carrie.

"What are the coordinates of its home?"

"Oh," said Carrie, confused. "Elephants tend to range around -- so we wouldn't be able to get the exact coordinates."

Halley looked disappointed then picked up a seal. 

"How about these?" she asked.

"Those are all over, but there are some down at the pier in San Francisco. Would you like to look up the coordinates?"

"Yes, please."

They went to the computer and pulled up Google Earth. Carried helped locate the pier and Halley was very pleased to find the exact location.

"You like knowing where things are, don't you, Halley?" asked Carrie quite seriously.

"Yes. I do. I like to know where things are -- and where they are from."

"Where are you from, Halley?"

Halley stopped, a worried expression on her face.

"I rode here from Glendale. The Greyhound station was Latitude 34 degrees..."

"How about before that?" asked Carrie, putting a reassuring hand on her arm. "Before Los Angeles, where did you live?"

The look on Halley's face was akin to a junior in high school trying to puzzle out a calc equation on their AP exam. She was lost in thought and it seemed as though she'd forgotten the two others in the room.

"Halley?" said Carrie, softly.

Halley looked into Carrie's eyes and for the first time the psychologist saw a haunted look about the young woman.

"It was cold," said Halley. "It was cold for a long time, and then it would get very, very hot. When it was hot we would dance and sing -- and we would talk with our friends. Then it would get cold again and we would listen for songs from far away. Soon, it would all start again."

"What would start again, sweetie?"

"I don't know!" cried Halley. "I don't know what it means. I just know I'm here and the reason I'm here is to be with Phil Bensen. This morning he yelled at me, and that wasn't nearly as nice as when he held me or especially when he kissed me. Kissing is very, very nice."

"Yes, it is. Now how about you play some more, Halley? I'm going to talk with Phil for a little while and then I have to go."

"Will you come back and visit?"

"I will," said Carrie as she brushed Halley's hair away from her face. "You could come and visit me, too. You could meet my daughter Moira. Would you like that?"

"I would love that!"

"Good, I'll give you the coordinates. Now go and play."

Phil followed Carrie out to the kitchen again as Halley turned her attention back to the Jack-in-the-box. 

"Well doc, what's the prognosis?" asked Phil.

"Phil, she's an innocent."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure. I can tell you if I was on a quest where only the pure of heart could touch a sword or a jewel, Halley would be the one I'd pick. There's not a shred of evil or guile in that girl. Compared to her, Moira is a devil -- and she's just turned two."

"Okay, so what should I do with her?" said Phil, grinning as Halley's laughter trickled into the kitchen.

"Teach her," said Carrie. "Teach her about this place."

"This place? Where exactly did she come from?"

"I don't know, Phil -- but it sure as hell wasn't here. It must've been somewhere pretty nice. She's here for you. She said it herself. Teach her, take care of her, and don't yell at her any more. She really doesn't like that."

"I know. I know. But Carrie, I've got work."

"Bullshit, Phil. You've said yourself that you were going to cash in with your programming work and take some time off. Having the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen show up whose only mission in life is to 'kiss you and hold you', if that isn't an excuse for a vacation, I don't know what is."

"But..."

"Phil, she's yours. She's your gift -- but also your responsibility. Just hold her. Just treat her right and teach her about this place where she's found herself. It will all work out, trust me."

Carrie made sure to give Halley her 'coordinates' before leaving, then pulled Phil aside for one more bit of advice.

"Phil, listen. I know she's naked and I know she's up for pretty much anything but I'd take it slow for a while. She's fully grown, but fully innocent. Just stick with the kissing and holding until it feels right."

Phil closed the door and turned to be surprised by Halley right in his face.

"I think I'm hungry," she said with a smile. "I think that's what this means, this feeling in my stomach."

"Okay," said Phil. "Let's go get some Thai Food."

"Thai Food! That sounds wonderful."

"Have you had it?"

"No, but I like the way it sounds. Thai Food. Thai Food. Yummy."

"Would you like to see where it comes from? Well, where the country where it was originally made is?"

"Oh yes."

Back to Google Earth - Phil pulled up Thailand and then clicked on the major cities, letting Halley memorize the coordinates of each. They were suddenly very close and Halley looked into his eyes with adoration.

"Phil," she whispered.

"Yes, Halley?"

"It seems like this would be a good time to kiss."

"I have to agree with you, Halley."





Halley



"I love Abuela," Halley sighed as she reclined her seat and looked up to the sky. "She's the real deal, as Justin would say."

"Yes, she certainly is," said Phil. He was still ruminating on the thing's the old woman had said to him.

"Halley," he said, after several minutes of silence. "Would you like to know why I dropped out of astronomy?"

"Yes," she said, taking his free hand. "I'd like that very much."

"It's because I got into all of this hoping to talk to someone else. I wanted to reach out and talk to someone from out there; from another planet or another star. But the more I learned, the more I realized that even if we heard from them -- the people or things who sent the messages would be long gone. It would never be a mutual conversation. I was good at the science, but the science is also what dashed my hopes."

"But that's not true," said Halley, moving her seat back up. "There are things. You can talk. You just aren't that good at listening.."

"How do you know?" said Phil, humoring her.

"I just do," she said adamantly. "I'm as sure of this as I am of anything."

Phil contemplated this, then tapped his earpiece.

"Call Rigsby," he said clearly. "Rigs! It's Bensen. Yeah, yeah -- making the big bucks. Sold my soul to the man. Well, it doesn't suck. Listen, I know this is last minute, but is there any chance I could get some time on the Shane tonight? Who's got it? Isaacs huh. Well listen, I'm a couple of hours out. Tell Isaacs to have his jobs done by three o'clock. He owes me. If he pushes back at all, just tell him these two words - 'Endza, Armenia'. No, no -- if I told you I wouldn't have any more leverage. Just tell him. See you at three."

Phil had a curious sense of peace as he drove. He couldn't explain why he had been reluctant to share this largest part of his life with Halley. However, now that he was about to, a huge weight was lifted off his chest.

August 9, 2010 -- 3:14 AMThe Lick Observatory37 20 34.77N 121 38 13.90W

They walked into the observatory to a rather grumpy team of astronomers who were packing up. However, Halley's luminous presence soon made them forget any ill feelings.

"Are you Isaacs?" she asked the lead astronomer.

"Yes," he said. 

He was absolutely captivated by the exotic beauty in a summer dress.

"Thank you so much for letting us have some of your time."

He would have said something about blackmail, but the true gratitude in her eyes made him forget any ill feelings.

"It's my pleasure. I hope you find what you're looking for."

Isaac's team soon vacated the premises, leaving Halley, Phil, and the Phil's friend alone in the observatory.

"Rigs, give me Right ascension 5 hours, 14 minutes, 32.272 seconds. Declination minus oh-eight degrees..."

"Just say "Rigel," interrupted Rigsby. "I've got it programmed in."

Gone were the days of the tiny eyepiece one thought of with telescopes. In front of Rigsby's console was a gorgeous forty-eight inch screen with stunning resolution.

"Is that OLED?" asked Phil, eyeing the screen.

"Oh yeah," said Rigsby. "A donation from Sony -- not even in production yet."

The star in question came up on the screen and Halley looked to it with great interest.

"He's not much of a talker," she said, softly. "But when he does talk, he has much to say."

Phil and Rigsby weren't sure how to respond.

"Switch us over to the Orion Nebula," suggested Phil.

Halley watched Rigsby's fingers fly over the keyboard and pull the nebula into focus. She smiled at seeing the image.

"They are great singers. Great parents too -- so many new stars and bodies. Tell me, what are these coordinates you are using?"

Phil and Rigsby walked her through the coordinate system. She grasped the idea surprisingly quickly, but still needed a little help.

"Could you show me other stars, please?"

They brought up other stars, telling her the name and coordinates of each. There was an odd look of recognition on her face with each one. Knowing where each one was helped her get a better fix on how to use the system.

"Oh!" she said suddenly. "Would you like to say goodbye?"

"Goodbye to what?" asked Rigsby.

"To an old friend," she said, "I think there's still time."

She typed some figures into the keyboard and brought the telescope into focus on a dim, lonely star.

"Of course, she was gone a long time ago -- but now we get to see her farewell."

They watched for two, maybe three minutes and then the star flared a bit brighter. One, two, three pulses -- and it was gone.

"How the hell did you do that?" asked Rigsby.

"Please say you were running tape on that," said Phil.

"Oh yeah."

Neither one of them could quite believe what they'd just seen. Many people knew of dying stars -- but to witness the actual death, and for Halley to pinpoint it -- that was, well, the odds against such a thing were astronomical.

"I just knew," said Halley.

She clearly had no idea of the magnitude of what she'd just done. She was about to type in new coordinates when Rigsby stopped her so he could back up the data and video feed.

While the technician was working, Phil took Halley's hand and led her to where they wouldn't be overheard.

"Halley, how do you know all of this?"

"I just do," she said, simply. "I always have."

"Wow," said Phil, blowing out a stunned breath. "I wish I knew how. I wish I could understand what's happening here."

"Maybe you can," said Halley.

She put her hand on his cheek and pulled him in close. Parting her lips softly, she kissed him and opened her soul entirely to him.

Phil saw stars. He saw planets. He saw vast expanses of darkness and eons of time merge into a singular locus of consciousness. He could barely stand when she broke off the kiss. 

"Do you understand now, my love?" she asked.

"Almost," he whispered.

When they returned home, Phil pulled up one of his favorite videos on his laptop. The two of them sat next to each other naked.

"It was the dimmest pass in several centuries," he said to her. "But it was still amazing. This is the footage from the Giotto fly-by of Halley's Comet. I've watched it more times than I can count."

Halley watched the blurry footage intensely and tears formed in her eyes.

"There are nine of us," she said. "Nine forms of consciousness, you might say. When I heard your signal, I was fascinated to find out what all of it meant. When the Giotto passed through our cloud I took advantage of the disturbance and spun away. It took me a while to make it to this planet, but I didn't give up. I had to find you. Now I have, and I'm so glad I did."

"Halley, can I ask you an important question?"

"Anything, Phil."

September 4, 2010 -- 11:55 PMThe Calistoga Ranch38 34 54.57N 122 30 34.65 W

It had been the loveliest wedding anyone could remember. 

The guests had ranged from Justin (who Halley had shown her breasts to), Sergeant Melanie Starostka of the Glendale Police Department, to a variety of scientists, and of course Abuela and many members of her family. Carrie was there with Moira and her husband. Much wine had been drunk and people had danced to the point of exhaustion.

Speaking of exhaustion, shortly before midnight Phil and Halley lay gasping beside each other in bed, absolutely breathless

"Phil, I have to correct you on something."

"What's that, Halley?"

"You were wrong. This is much better than kissing and holding."

"I can't argue with you," he said, lifting her hand to his mouth for a kiss.

"That was amazing, Phil. It was like... it was like when the stars talk."

"The stars talk?" he said, turning to her in excitement.

"Of course, all of the time, silly." 

She kissed him again.

"Is it with light?" asked Phil. "Is that their way of talking? Do all of those scintillations mean something?"

"Well, yes and no. It's like if someone claps their hands across a big canyon. You see them clap their hands and then the sound reaches you. The stars; their light echoes what they said, but to talk only with light would be much too slow. Their talking takes almost no time at all. To wait millions of years to talk to each other -- where is the sense in that? They have all of that power for a reason."

"I see," said Phil. "Halley, are there other planets with people around them? People like us?"

"Dozens with people like earth. Hundreds if you mean other life forms."

"I see. And you say the stars can talk?"

"Mm hmm."

Halley was a bit distracted and started to kiss Phil's chest.

"Do you think our sun would help us talk to someone else?"

"I suppose."

Halley was working her way lower with her kisses.

Phil would have to wait to finish this line of discussion. Halley was very interested in other things.

July 14, 2047 -- 3:13 AMHumphrey's Peak, Arizona35 20 47.03N 111 40 42.03W

No one knew exactly what went on up on the mountain. The locals in Winona had heard strange tales of reflector dishes and huge telescopes, and strangest of all, of a statuesque woman who was prone to walking around with no clothes on. 

It was certainly a government operation and was more secure than any other site in the world. What went on there, no one knew, but representatives from nearly every nation passed through their little town.

Up on the mountain, activity had increased tremendously in the past year. Many speculated about the goings-on, but nobody really knew.

In the main building this early morning, the buzz in the air was palpable. Halley had aged more than gracefully. She did not look twenty, but there was a timeless beauty about her that still made men stop in their tracks. Phil was certainly grey, but it seemed being with Halley had kept him younger as well. 

"Alright people. Listen up," said the communications manager. "The time is near and we've got a good feeling this time. Let's focus.

The designated time drew near and Halley and Phil moved to the communications console.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak first?" asked Phil.

"For the last time, darling, this is the first communication between the citizens of two planets. I don't exactly fit into that category."

"Well, at least stand beside me."

Phil sat at the console and activated the controls.

"Hello out there. This is Phil Bensen of planet Earth. Can you hear me? Can you see me?"

A few moments later, the screen in front of him started fuzzing in and out. There was an audible gasp from all assembled as a face came into view. It was not exactly human -- but also not so foreign as to be entirely alien.

"Hello Phil Bensen, this is Tangelis of Dintam 5. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."

What had started as a sad plea of loneliness to the universe had ended in something no one (especially not Phil Bensen) could have imagined. At his side stood proof that love conquers all: time; space; and certainly distance. The universe was suddenly a much smaller place.



Hallowed Eve



 Dear readers,

This is my entry in the 2012 Halloween Story Contest. Votes and comments are greatly appreciated.

Those familiar with my writing will know there will be significant character development before we get to the juicy parts, but we WILL get to the juicy parts. That being said, if you're looking for a quick stroke story, this is probably not the one for you right now. 

I'd like to extend a special thanks to my beta readers who offered excellent suggestions on this story, and especially to subinside who came up with a great idea for the ending and then got me drunk. Also, my undying gratitude to aussie_101, editor extraordinaire.

Thanks for reading!

*

Driving with the windows open, Eve inhaled deeply, the unusually warm late October breeze whirling her auburn hair around her face. The fresh smell of fall country air blowing over drying fields was soothing and refreshing, yet melancholy at the same time. Everything about the town was bittersweet to her. 

Eve sighed as she passed the last cornfields demarking the edge of town. A large banner hung across the street reading: 'NHS Reunion. Halloween Night.' Scarecrows, pumpkins, hay bales, corn stalks, and fall planters adorned most houses and businesses. Carved jack-o-lanterns were already displayed on at least half the porches, two full days before Halloween. 

It was always the same in Nobleton. 

The town took any excuse to celebrate autumn. There was the Labour Day Festival, the Autumn Equinox Celebration, and then Thanksgiving in early October. But for Halloween, this place really went all out. Everyone would dress up; students, teachers, even many adults would go to work in costume. For the adults, it seemed like the one day they had permission to act like kids again. 

There were costume contests at both the elementary and the high schools each year, and it was a very big deal to win. People went to great lengths to have the most elaborate or creative costume. And there would always be the Halloween dance at the highschool, on October 31st, regardless of whether it fell on a weeknight.

When she was a kid, Eve loved the fall festivals and the magic of Halloween. She desperately wanted to believe that spirits could rise that night, and more than once, she and her friends had ventured into the graveyard after trick-or-treating. They never found any ghosts, but the thrill and fear of the possibility was intoxicating. One time, some older boys in ghoulish costumes had jumped out from behind the gravestones, scaring Eve and her friends out of their wits, and they had run screaming out of the graveyard. She smiled to herself at the memory. 

How appropriate that THIS town's high school reunion would be held on Halloween night, Eve thought. And once again, she had second thoughts about her decision to attend.

To distract herself from thinking about the reunion, Eve allowed her mind to drift back to the last time she'd spent Halloween here. How many times had she relived that night in her mind? Her nipples hardened and she felt a tingle in her groin at the memory. 

Eve was distracted from her daydream when her music abruptly turned off, and her handsfree system announced she was receiving an incoming call from her parents' house. Oh God, here we go. I haven't even been in town for 2 minutes, Eve thought to herself as she instructed the hands-free to answer the call.

"Hi Mom," she said with more cheer than she felt.

"Hi honey." Her mother's worried voice quickly peppered her with questions. "How are you? How was the drive? Where are you?"

Eve grinned sardonically; her mother always had a barrage of questions.

"I'm fine mom. The drive was okay. A little heavy traffic leaving the city. I just got into town."

"Oh good, honey. I'm glad to hear that the drive wasn't too bad. I'll never understand why you moved so far, to a big city full of traffic..." Her mother trailed off as she muttered that last part. Eve sighed audibly. 

"Mom, I like the city," she responded with considerably less cheer in her voice. "And I have a good job, and a ... a life there." 

"Yes, yes, I know, dear," her mother said dismissively. "Listen, honey, could you stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things for me...."

And so it begins. Eve knew it was a ruse. Her mother didn't really need anything from the store. This was Mom's ploy to get Eve out and interacting with the towns' folk. Otherwise, on her infrequent visits, Eve would usually stay at her parents' house for a couple of days and then leave without seeing anyone else. 

Eve usually came back for Christmas and her parent's birthdays, and sometimes Easter and Thanksgiving. It wasn't that she didn't love her parents; she did, very much. But coming to the town brought up so many painful memories. She hadn't been here for a Halloween in a long time. 

As soon as she finished highschool, she'd left Nobleton for university in the city. She'd always wanted to leave the small town behind. There were very few opportunities except retail jobs and a couple of small factories. In her opinion, the people were so provincial and narrow-minded. Most of them thought her art was a "nice pastime", but not a viable career choice. She couldn't imagine becoming one of those women she saw in town, tied down with three or four babies by age 24. When she watched It's a Wonderful Life with her family every Christmas, they had no idea how much she had always identified with George Bailey's desire to "shake the dust of this crummy little town off my feet, and ... see the world!" 

She told herself these were all the reasons for leaving, and not wanting to come back very often. But she knew -- and so did everyone else -- the real reason was Jason. 

Eve pulled into the grocery store parking lot and got out of her car, immediately seeing Mrs. Roberts coming out of the store carrying a single paper bag. A rotund woman who had worked with Eve's Dad at the law firm for years, Mrs. Roberts had known her since 'before you were born, dear'. Eve tried to quickly look away and pretend she hadn't seen her, but it was too late; Mrs. Roberts' round form was bearing down upon her.

"Evie! Oh! Hi Evie," Mrs. Roberts called. The large woman looked both surprised and delighted to see her in town, and seemed oblivious to the look on Eve's face at being called "Evie". 

"Hi, Mrs. Roberts," Eve said politely.

"It's soooo good to see you. How are you, dear?"

"I'm good, really good," Eve said with more conviction than she felt. "The job is going great, and I have a fantastic apartment right near High Park." 

"Oh good. What is it you do again, dearie?"

"I'm an artist. I do graphic art for a magazine, and I also design concert and movie posters, and websites..." Eve trailed off seeing that Mrs. Roberts didn't seem all that interested. She tried not to sound exasperated, but for god's sake the woman should have known this. Everyone here knew everything about her. It was the reason it was so hard coming back. She couldn't hide in anonymity like in the city. Everyone knew her pain.

"Ah, how nice," Mrs. Roberts said as though she were referring to a shit casserole. "Good for you, dearie." 

Eve nodded. "How are you doing, Mrs. Roberts?"

"Good, good.... Well Stan has the rheumatism again, especially as it starts getting colder. And I'm doing well with my hip replacement."

"Oh, I didn't know," Eve said, wondering once again why older people often thought small talk was a good time to tell you all about their illnesses. 

"Yes, well, it's taken a while to get back my mobility, but it will never be the same," Mrs. Roberts said as she shook her head, sighing dramatically. "Oh well."

Eve smiled sympathetically, not knowing what else to say and desperately wishing this conversation would be over soon.

"So...um..." Mrs. Roberts continued switching into her phony sing-song voice. "Is there a man in the picture? Am I going to hear wedding bells anytime soon?" 

"Nah, no one that I'd want to marry right now," Eve deliberately answered ambiguously so as to obscure the fact that she didn't even have a boyfriend at the moment, and hadn't for some time.

Mrs. Roberts raised her eyebrows. But before she had the opportunity to say anything else, Eve quickly added, "I gotta pick up some things Mom asked for and run them over to her house. I'll see you later, Mrs. Roberts." And with that she turned toward the grocery store entrance. 

"Okay, bye dearie," Mrs. Roberts called after her.

Inside the grocery store, the same scene played out with three other neighbours. Eve was polite and cordial to all of them but always cut of the conversation before it got too far with her convenient excuse: "Mom needs ingredients for dinner." 

After picking up everything on her list, Eve was not too surprised to see one of her former high school classmates working at the checkout. Kelly was clearly into her third trimester. Eve noted the nicotine stains on her fingers and her yellowed teeth. She tried not to judge. She really tried.

"Holy shit! Eve! How the hell are ya?" Kelly greeted warmly. "Are you in town for the reunion?"

"Hi Kelly, I'm good. Yeah, it is the big 'ten year' thing after all. Are you going?"

Kelly looked down at her belly. "Unless I go into labour in the next two days, I'll be there," she chuckled.

"How many do you have now, Kelly?" 

"This will be my third. Johnny is 9 now, and Billy is 6."

"Oh nice," Eve said politely as she calculated that Kelly had probably gotten pregnant right around graduation. 

As she rang through Eve's purchases, Kelly started her own barrage of questions, though significantly different than the four elderly neighbours Eve had just conversed with. 

"So how's life in the big city? Great dance clubs, eh? Lots of hot guys, eh? You gettin' a lot of action?"

Eve stopped herself from rolling her eyes and slyly said, "I do alright."

"I bet you do," Kelly said, letting her eyes roam over Eve. "You still look fucking amazing." 

"Thanks," Eve said, genuinely warmed by the compliment, although slightly uncomfortable by Kelly's ogling. 

"Well, see you on Saturday!" Kelly said as she handed Eve her bag. Then she added, "Woooo. Parrrrtaaaayyy!!!" 

"Yeah, see you," Eve said warmly. As she turned to go, she couldn't help rolling her eyes. At least she had the sense to turn away first.

***

On the short drive from the grocery store to her mother's house, she saw two more people who recognized and waved at her. Of course she waved back politely. 

It wasn't that she disliked the town or the people of Nobleton; it was that look of pity most people had when they saw her, even after all this time. Eve had hoped it would change after some time had passed and she'd been away for a while, but it never did. 

It's big news in any town, no matter how large or small, when three highschool students are in a high speed head-on collision, two of them crashing through the windshield. 

Rick, Jason and Scott had been inseparable since childhood, and that evening, they'd been out partying. Rick had been far too intoxicated to drive even a tricycle. Yet somehow he ended up in the driver's seat. Sitting in the front passenger seat was Eve's boyfriend, Jason; the boy who looked at her and touched her and kissed her in ways that raised goosebumps all over and made her heart flutter, the boy she was falling in love with. Scott was in the back seat, and while he sustained serious injuries in the accident, he had survived. The survivor's guilt nearly killed him, though. 

The whole town had been devastated of course, but none so much as Eve and Scott. Scott was in the hospital for months, and Eve fell into a deep dark depression. 

A shiver went through her, as it always did, when she drove over the spot where it had happened in the main intersection of the town. 

Eve sighed with relief as she pulled into her parents' driveway. It was as though she'd been transported back in time. Hardly anything ever changed there. 

Her mom rushed out to the front porch, wiping her hands on her apron and grinning enthusiastically. Eve had barely made it to the top step of the porch before her mother gathered her up in a huge hug, grocery bag and all, and planted a kiss on her cheek. 

"Hi Mom," Eve said, chuckling and attempting to return the hug with a purse over one shoulder and groceries in the other hand. 

"Oh here, let me take that, dear," she said as she took the grocery bag from Eve's arms. 

"I'll just get my things, Mom."

"Ok, dear." 

Eve dropped her overnight bag in the front hall, hung up her coat, and joined her mother in the kitchen. Her mother handed her a glass of red wine. 

"Thanks Mom," she sipped. "Ah, delicious."

"You're welcome," Mom said as she sipped her own glass. 

"Can I help with anything?"

"No, no," her mother said as she bustled about the kitchen. "You've just had a long drive. So, tell me: who did you see at the store?" 

Eve dutifully recounted each neighbour she had seen, and any pertinent gossip she had gleaned, while her mother fluttered gaily about the kitchen preparing dinner. She was clearly very happy to have Eve at home.

Eve's father returned home for dinner, greeting her with as much warmth and love as her mother. He moved over and took Eve's mother in a warm embrace and kissed her firmly. Her mother was a little flushed when he pulled away. Eve smiled to herself, thinking how nice it was to have parents who are still in love -- after more than thirty years. 

He turned to Eve and asked how things were going at work. He listened attentively as she recounted the various projects she was working on. 

Looking at the dinner proceedings, he raised his eyebrows at Eve's Mom. She responded with a conspiratorial nod, and he turned to Eve, saying, "C'mere."

"Where?" 

"Just follow me, lass." Eve giggled as he added a little more Irish to his voice than usual; most of the time she didn't even notice Dad's accent anymore. 

Eve followed him to his den. Just before they entered the door, he said, "I've been working on a little project in here."

Tears formed in her eyes as she took in "the project". There were track lights pointing at a rack of her magazines, displayed to best advantage, as well as several framed movie and concert posters she had designed.

"Oh, Dad." She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, getting his face wet with her tears. 

"Now lass, this was supposed to make you happy, not sad," he smirked with his voice. 

Eve turned back to the wall and looked around the den. "You didn't have to do all this," she sniffled, trying to quell the stream.

"I wanted to. I'm proud of you. And someday when you're a super famous artiste, all this will be worth a fortune."

Eve laughed out loud. 

"This is so nice, Dad. Thank you. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you support what I do."

"Why wouldn't I? You're my daughter."

"Well I bumped into Mrs. Roberts at the grocery store..."

"Oh," he frowned. "Well never mind her. She's stuck in the sixties. Thinks every woman should be home raising babies, she does. Frankly, I think she's jealous of you."

"You're the best, Dad."

"I know." They both laughed at that, then he added, "I just wish you'd visit more often."

"Dad, you know—"

"I know, honey, I know," he cut her off. 

Eve regarded her father with a new sense of appreciation. He understood her. She hugged him again, and he wrapped his arms around her and held her protectively for a long moment.

Dinner was delicious and involved a lovely far ranging conversation. Eve felt safe, comfortable, and cared for with them. And they never had that look of pity she saw on so many of the other citizens in this town. 

***

That night, lying in her bed in her teenage room, Eve couldn't fall asleep. It was always easier to not remember when she was in the city -- away from where it all happened. Not that she could ever forget, but sometimes she could keep herself busy enough to not actively remember. That wasn't so easy here. In Nobleton, everything reminded her.

She couldn't help her mind drifting back to that big Halloween party ten years ago, when she was eighteen. How many times she'd wished she could go back and do things differently. 

Jason had suggested they go as Adam and Eve as a play on her name, but she'd argued she couldn't go out in public wearing nothing but fig leaves and a snake. He had grinned wickedly and told her she'd look awesome dressed in nothing fig leaves. Ultimately they had gone as an Elizabethan lord and lady; both very attractive, elaborate and flattering costumes, with Eve's long auburn hair up in an elaborate do, a little light makeup accentuating her dark brown eyes, and showing a lot of cleavage in her corset and low cut dress.

While the party was in full swing, Jason had enticed her to follow him into a spare bedroom. She'd already been drinking and dancing with him, having a great time, feeling a little warm and happy from the alcohol. But when he shared a flask of strong liquor with her, she went from happy to tipsy. 

Jason had been ravenous for her that evening. He'd kissed her passionately and she'd responded enthusiastically, their tongues swirling around each other in a sensual dance. Her heartbeat sped up as his mouth explored the exposed tops of her breasts, his hands pulling her costume back, out of the way, as he kept kissing towards her nipples. Goosebumps rose on her pale skin.

Her dress slid easily out of the way as his hand glided up her thigh. Breathing heavily in response to his touch, kissing him on his neck and ear in return, her stomach contracted of its own volition as his fingers reached her panties. He paused for a moment and stroked his finger over the damp material, gently tracing the contours of her nether lips. She gasped and melted into him, which he took as a good sign, so he slid his hand up the front of her panties, inside, and then down toward her moistening sex. 

Feeling his hardness pressing against her hip, Eve dragged her hand over the bulge in his Elizabethan breeches, eliciting a loud groan from him. He sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand moved down, his fingers sliding over her mound and between her slick lips. She was so excited, panting and gasping, her skin tingling, that she could barely breathe. 

Eve stroked her hand over his hard cock outside his breeches, and his fingers pressed deeper into her in return. She gasped and shuddered, her heart beating madly, heat radiating throughout her body, her nipples and pussy tingling. She fumbled with the complicated drawstring on his breeches, pulled it free and reached into his pants, stroking his hard cock as he pressed his finger deep into her hot wet pussy. 

They moaned in unison as his lips relinquished her distended dark pink nipple to seek out her mouth once again. Her tongue passionately searched his mouth to entwine with his, as his fingers continued to plunge into her now sopping pussy. She squeaked and then giggled at the noise she'd just made, but continued to stroke him with her small hand, becoming overwhelmed by the sensations he was causing within her. She'd been tentative at first, but as her own excitement grew she stroked his hard cock with a firmer grasp, squeezing as she moved up over the bulbous head. Jason moaned his encouragement.

"Oh baby, that feels so good. Oh... Please... Don't stop," he murmured as he continued finger fucking her. 

Jason kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her squelching pussy while she stroked him. She pressed forward, grinding her mound against his hand, and then shuddered. He stopped kissing her and smiled wickedly. 

They were both panting as he watched her intently. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit, eliciting a gasp. He slid his fingers out of her wet tunnel and rubbed his slippery digits over her clit, causing her to shudder violently and moan. He did it again, and again, watching her twitch and pant with rapt attention. 




Hallowed Eve



Still stroking him, seeing his excitement grow, feeling herself getting closer to the edge, Eve considered going down on him. Although she'd never done it before, she wanted to do it for him now. She wanted to give him her virginity, too, but she didn't feel like she was ready for that just yet. Jason had always been so very patient and understanding, even though he clearly wanted her as badly as she wanted him. 

Eve was pulled out of her ruminations -- he had suddenly brought her to the brink of orgasm, and he was there too. She felt a shuddering start deep within her that she couldn't stop. It built so quickly and overwhelmed her body with hot tingly pleasure. She moaned, twitching and convulsing uncontrollably, as he continued to rub her clit. Jason groaned loudly and shot his hot sticky load, coating her hand and squirting a little on her dress. He kissed her desperately and looked deep into her eyes with passion, longing, and hope. 

"Soon," she whispered against his lips. "I promise."

He smiled and leaned his forehead against hers, pulling her into a tight embrace. 

"I hope so," he said smiling. She smiled back at him, the conspiratorial smile of two who have shared something important and are on the brink of something even bigger.

***

Jason had died in the car accident six days later. She never had her chance to follow through on her promise. It had been a devastating loss, to be sure; but her grief and sadness at losing him were further compounded by agonizing regret. 

Over the years she had often wondered why she'd felt she wasn't ready. What was I waiting for? It would have been the perfect occasion, she told herself for the thousandth time. Sometimes the pain and regret were overwhelming, and she would cry herself to sleep. Especially when she was back in her room. 

In her intense grief, she ended up not dating anyone else for the rest of senior year. Between that pitying look and the fact that everyone knew she was damaged goods, it would've been difficult to be with someone new, even if she had been ready to date again. So she'd gone off to university a virgin, leaving a town of fewer than 3,000 to go to a campus with over 20,000 students. 

In the city, Eve was enthralled with the variety of new experiences, the interesting and diverse people she was meeting, and the attention she was getting from guys. Nobody there knew about her pitiable sob story. She could re-invent herself. Within a few weeks, she'd had drunken sex with a virtual stranger just to get it over with. 

Every day she regretted that she'd never done it with Jason. Sometimes she even blamed herself for his death. Perhaps if she'd been willing to go further, he might have been with her, he might not have been in that car when the accident occurred six days later. It had taken a long time, but she'd learned not to go down that road of despair too often. 

***

Saturday arrived, and Eve was preparing for the Halloween dance/high school reunion. She put on the costume she'd brought with her from the city. It was a simple pirate costume, flattering, but not very elaborate. She wasn't very enthused about the whole thing and had no illusions about winning any costume contest. Once again, she reconsidered her decision to go to the reunion at all. She could just stay home and enjoy another evening with her parents. 

Reluctantly, she called a taxi, and waited a long time for it to arrive. When it finally pulled up in front of her house, Eve saw that there was already another passenger, apparently going to the same destination. Eve laughed to herself. Only in a small town could the taxi driver get away with doubling up on passengers. 

She opened the back door and peered in. "Hi Vanessa! Going to the reunion?" Eve greeted the passenger cheerfully. "Hi Frank," she added to the driver.

"Hi Eve, come on in," Vanessa said, scooting over to make room around her huge princess dress. 

"Wow, you look amazing, Vanessa." 

"Thanks, you too. It's nice to see you. How's life, girl?"

Eve told Vanessa all about her job. She was gladdened as Vanessa listened with genuine interest, asking intuitive questions at pertinent moments. Eve began to feel better about her decision to attend.

After they paid their fare and bade Frank farewell, they entered the high school together. Eve was glad to have Vanessa with her so she did not have to walk in alone.

The reunion committee had done an incredible job of decorating the gym for the big event. As soon as she entered, several old friends rushed up to greet her. One friend handed Eve a drink, and she had cordial catching up conversations with several people. She danced and drank some more, enjoying favourite hit music from 10 years ago. 

After dancing for a while, Eve was somehow pulled into a group of people chatting near the bar. More conversations ensued - some with former classmates, some with former teachers who were all still teaching at the school. 

She started to notice patterns amongst the reunion attendees. The ones who'd stayed in town were all congregating in the same cliques they had belonged to in highschool, while the ones who had left town were mingling around with different groups and different people. 

What struck her after a short time was the uniformity of that look of pity on people's faces when they asked her, "How are you?" Seeking a way out of her current conversation, she spotted Scott. He was sitting alone, nursing a drink, and also wearing a pirate costume.

Eve excused herself and wandered over toward him. "Hi Scott. Was there a sale on pirate costumes?"

He looked up and his face brightened, laughing as he took in her costume. "Eve! Hi! Well, 'great minds', as they say. Here, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. 

Like Eve, Scott had left town right after graduation to go to university. She had only seen him a few times since then, and clearly the years had not been kind to him. He looked significantly older than most of his classmates.

"How ARE you, Scott, dear?" Eve asked with a smirk, mocking the voice of the librarian she'd just been chatting with. 

"Oh fuck, they're doing it to you too?"

"Yeah, almost everyone. They have for years, but it seems to be particularly bad tonight."

"I know, right? It's like this reunion is the prime opportunity to feel sorry for the town's most famous pity cases." 

"I know," she commiserated. "And I don't know which is worse; the people who dance all around it and you know they're just dying to say something, or those who haven't seen you for ten years and come out with it, without any tact at all."

"I know."

"But you know what pisses me off the most?"

"What?"

"It's all them assuming that that's all we are; that our entire lives have to be defined by that one event when we were eighteen. Sure, it had a huge impact on both of us, but that's not all we're about."

"We're so much more than that," he agreed.

"I'll drink to that," Eve said, and lifted her glass. Scott responded in kind and drained his. She took another sip, draining hers as well. 

"Here, I'll get us more drinks. At least the booze is free."

"I'll come with you," she said. Scott smiled at her, apparently thankful for the company. 

Standing in line at the bar, Eve turned to him. "So seriously, how are you Scott? Where do you live now?"

"I'm good, Eve. I've been living in Montreal, working for a boutique IT consulting firm. I like it, and it pays pretty well. And you?"

"I live in Toronto, and do graphic design for a magazine. I also freelance with movie posters, concerts promotions, website design... a lot of indie stuff on the freelance work."

"That's cool. I'm glad you're able to make a living with your art. You were always such a great artist."

"Thanks," she said warmly to him. Having reached the front of the bar line, she turned to the bartender. "How many drinks are we allowed to get?"

"Two at a time before eleven. One at a time after that."

"Ok, give me two rum and cokes. And Scott..."

"Two scotches -- on the rocks please."

After retrieving their drinks, they moved to a table far enough from the music where they could talk. Sitting for a while, sipping their drinks, they pointed out different classmates and made observations about how they'd changed, or not. 

"So... Montreal. Wow. That's a long way to come for this," Eve said. "Why did you come?"

"I seriously debated whether I'd come at all," he replied, gesturing absently at the room. 

"Me too," she said. 

He nodded. "I haven't been back to visit my parents for a long while, and my mother kept bugging me about the reunion, so I said I'd come just to placate her, really. But on the drive here, I had second thoughts, and third thoughts—"

"And fourth thoughts, and fifth thoughts," Eve finished for him. 

"Exactly," he agreed, nodding. "It's just these people. They're all the same. They always look at me the same. Things never change here. No one ever fucking forgets. In Montreal, no one knows except my very closest friends, and my therapist," he added with a wry grin.

"I know! It's the same for me. The thing I hate the most is that damn look of pity. Like my poor pathetic little life must be just horrible because of what happened, and they feel sorry for me. I don't need their fucking pity." Eve finished with a little more vehemence than she'd intended. Scott smiled perceptively. 

"I didn't know you were going through it too," he said. 

"Yep. For ten fucking years," she said. "That's why I hardly ever come back."

"Cheers to that," he said. They attempted to clink their glasses together -- as well as you can clink disposable plastic cups -- and downed their drinks. 

"Time for more," she said.

They rose and made their way back to the bar, talking about classmates and teachers on the way. After they settled back into their seats, each equipped with two new drinks, Eve resumed the conversation.

"So, Scott, any significant other? Kids?" 

Scott looked at her appraisingly and when he seemed to decide she had no mal-intent with the question, he took a deep breath before he answered.

"No. Well I was married for a few years, but we divorced about five years ago."

"Oh, what happened?" 

"I realized that I was using her to fill a void." Eve nodded knowingly while he continued. "Unfortunately it's a void she could never fill. No woman ever could. I blamed her at the time for not being what I needed. But after the divorce I found a great therapist who has helped me see that I needed to heal myself, and forgive myself for..."

"Being the one who survived," she finished the thought for him. He nodded.

"So many times I've wondered why I didn't stop Rick from driving that night. But I was as shitfaced as him."

"I've done the same thing," she added, "wondering what I could have done differently so you guys wouldn't have been in that car that night."

"But we can't change it, and there's no point in second-guessing what we could have done. I've tried my best to get past it, and live. This town just doesn't seem to want to let me."

"When was the last time you were here for Halloween?" she asked. 

"Ten years ago."

"Me too," she said. "It was hard coming back for this."

"Yeah." They both sipped their drinks silently for a few minutes, watching the people on the dance floor. After a while, Eve noticed that Scott's eyes followed Vanessa. 

"You liked her in highschool, didn't you?"

"Who?" Scott answered defensively.

"Vanessa."

He looked at her sideways, pausing for a moment before answering. "Yeah, I did. I was trying to gird up my courage to ask her out just before the accident. After that... well...."

"I know," Eve concurred, "after the accident you and I were untouchables."

"Yeah."

"You know, Scott... I came over here in the cab with Vanessa. She got divorced recently," Eve hinted. 

"Really?" Scott asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"No harm in trying, right? What's the worst that can happen?"

"She rejects me publicly and I slink back to Montreal with my tail between my legs and resume my life." 

"Right. But if she doesn't reject you, you could get laid and live out a high school fantasy at the same time."

"Eve!" Scott seemed surprised she was being so blunt. Eve took a long sip from her drink, watching Vanessa on the dance floor. Scott resumed watching Vanessa as well.

"You remember that Halloween party when Jason suggested that he and you should dress as Adam and Eve?" Scott chuckled.

"Yeah," she smiled warmly, realizing she hadn't actually talked about Jason, reliving warm memories, with anyone in many long years. "He seemed pretty excited about me wearing nothing but fig leaves."

"Hell, we were all wishing you'd wear nothing but fig leaves," he said playfully. She laughed and punched him in the arm. 

"Hell, you shoulda worn fig leaves tonight! It might have distracted everyone from their pity party," he declared with a big grin.

"Scott!" Laughing, she reached to punch him in the arm again, but he dodged and she missed. 

"Okay, okay," he said putting up his hands in mock surrender.

"You know something, Scott?"

"What."

"I think you're the only person who truly understands what it's like for me in this town."

"Same goes for me."

"Comrades," she smirked. They clinked their plastic glasses and drank again. 

Having found that connection and understanding they'd both been craving, Eve and Scott reminisced about Jason and Rick and their childhood growing up in Nobleton, while they drank, and drank, and drank some more. 

When they stood for their fourth trip to the bar, Eve realized she was rather drunk. Scott steadied her as she stumbled in her high-heeled boots. 

"Whoa. I think I'd better call it a night," she said. "I'm glad I came, though, Scott. It was good talking to you." 

"You too," he said, as they hugged briefly.

"You gonna be alright to get home?" 

"Sure. I'll probably end up sharing a cab with five or six other people."

Scott laughed. "Well I think I'll stay a little longer," he said. "Vanessa is looking pretty hot over there on the dance floor.... and I hear she's recently divorced." He winked. 

"You should totally hit that," Eve smirked, and then blushed and laughed. Scott laughed out loud. 

"I'll try my best," he chuckled. "Have a good night, Eve."

"Good night."

Walking out of the gym without stumbling actually took a fair amount of effort on Eve's part. She concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other until she cleared the door of the gym. Seeing the crowd of people milling around the front of the school, she turned down a hall away from them. 

Stumbling through the halls of the high school, Eve found herself at the door to the guidance office. She'd spent so much time in there talking to Mr. Atkinson, her favourite guidance counselor, especially after Jason died. It was one of the places she felt she could be real, where she went for support and comfort. Never pity. 

Mr. Atkinson was the one who had convinced her that art could be a viable career, and he'd helped her apply to art programs at colleges and universities. She owed a lot to him. It occurred to her that Mr. Atkinson hadn't been at the reunion. She would've liked to have seen him.

Eve reached out and tried the doorknob. Surprised that it was unlocked, she let herself into the guidance office, and closed the door behind her. Not much had changed, except there was a newer looking dilapidated couch in the waiting room. It suddenly looked so very comfortable. She flopped down on the couch, leaned her head against the armrest, and promptly passed out. 

**

Eve found herself back at the Halloween party ten years ago. Jason was leading her away from the party down a long ornate hallway to a secluded spare bedroom, looking back at her with his "let's be naughty" look that had always made Eve's blood pressure rise. 

He pulled her inside the room and kissed her deeply. He retrieved a flask and offered her some harsh-tasting liquor. This time she drank heartily instead of tentatively. She reveled in the heat cascading down her throat and the tingly rush it caused within her. 

She handed the flask back to him and kissed him ravenously as he put it away. He responded to her advances with delighted enthusiasm. She tilted her head back and moaned as he kissed her throat, neck, and down to the exposed tops of her breasts. 

He pulled her costume away from her breast as she reached behind herself to loosen it while arching her back, presenting her breasts to him, encouraging him. He kissed across the top of her breasts and pulled the material down, easily exposing both of her hard dark pink nipples, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing. He flicked his tongue over one taut nipple, then the other, while pulling her costume down to expose more flesh. She wiggled a little and her dress fell to the floor. 

Standing before him in a loosened corset, tiny panties, and high heels, his eyes roamed over her body with ravenous intent. The look of delight and longing in his eyes made her shiver.

He stepped forward, pulling her close against him, kissing her deeply. His hands roamed over her back and ass, and one slid around to her front. She parted her legs, giving him easier access, and he rumbled his approval low in his throat. She gasped in his mouth as he slid his hand up and under the edge of her panty, toward her moistening sex. 

Breathing heavily, kissing his neck and licking his earlobe, she dragged her hand over the hard bulge in his Elizabethan breeches, rubbing up and down firmly over the entire length of his shaft. He groaned and then bent down and sucked her hard nipple into his mouth. She gapsed and stroked him with more urgency. He pulled and tweaked her nipple gently between his teeth, then returned to sucking it, while his hand moved down until his fingers slid over her mound and between her slick lips. She moaned loudly, and thrust her pelvis forward, forcing his fingers deeper into her.

She deftly pulled open the drawstring on his breeches, wrenched the pants open, reached in and stroked his hard hot cock firmly with her bare hand. They moaned in unison, and returned to kissing passionately, mashing their mouths together, tongues dueling as he pressed his fingers deep into her hot wet pussy. 

He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of her while she stroked him, excitement rising in both of them. She thrust forward again, grinding her clit against his hand, causing her to shudder. He stopped kissing her and smiled wickedly, watching her as he pressed the heel of his hand against her clit. Incredibly hot and prickly tingles shot through her body. Her eyes flew wide open and she smiled seductively as she continued to stroke him. He seemed astonished to see the look of lust and longing on her face. He slid out of her wet tunnel and rubbed his slippery fingers over her clit. She gasped and shuddered violently. 

"Oh yeah," she moaned encouragingly.

He continued rubbing her clit, while he watched her twitching gasps of pleasure with glee. She was panting, her chest heaving, her skin flushed red. She was still stroking him firmly, still in control this time despite what he was doing to her. 

"Oh baby, that feels so good. Oh... Please... Don't stop," he murmured as he continued finger fucking her. 

"Oh Jason," she moaned. "I want to do something even better for you," she said with a smoldering look in her eyes. 

His eyes went wide with shock as she suddenly dropped to her knees before him, pulling his breeches down with her as she went. His cock bobbed free in front of her face, and she looked up at him and smiled seductively as she grasped it. He met her gaze with desire and delight. 




Hallowed Eve



Eve stroked his shaft gently, reveling at the feel of his smooth skin gliding over the hardness beneath it. She'd never looked at his cock this closely before. She seemed to know this was a very nice cock, although technically she had nothing to compare it to. His balls had very little hair, the head was bulbous and purple, and a drop of precum was seeping out the slit in the end. 

She looked up at him and met his gaze, while leaning forward with her lips pursed as if in a kiss. He seemed to hold his breath as she slid forward, letting the head of his cock part her lips, sliding his meat slowly inside her mouth. She heard Jason groan above her, glanced up again with a smile in her eyes, and met his gaze as her lips closed over the head of his cock. She realized she could taste the salty precum on her tongue, and she didn't mind it.

She ran her tongue around the head as she slid forward, drawing more of his cock into her mouth. He moaned, encouraging her and ratcheting up her excitement. She moved her hand down to the base of his cock, allowing her lips to follow along, keeping pressure along the length of his shaft. Then she pulled back and pulled off the tip with a pop, then licked around the head of his cock, looking up at him with a playful smile. 

"Oh Eve, baby, what's got into you tonight?" 

In response, she smiled the wickedest smile he'd ever seen. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked it into her mouth, plunging down as far as she could go, sucking strongly.

"Oh gawwwwd," he moaned. "I don't care what it is. I'm just so glaaaaad," he moaned again as she pulled back up the length of his shaft. 

She slid her other hand up between his legs and cupped his balls as she plunged back down again, eliciting another deep moan from him. Then she began pulling back and plunging down, over and over, until his breathing became shallower and he was nearly panting for breath. 

"Oh Eve, stop," he ground out between panting breaths.

She pulled off his shaft and quickly said, "Come in my mouth," before plunging back down on him. 

"Ohhhh," he groaned. "Wait. What? Are you sure?"

"Mmmmmm," she hummed around his cock, looking up at him with a devilish smile in her eyes, and then she continued to plunge down on him. 

"Oh God, Eve," he panted, "this is amazing."

He began thrusting slightly, and she somehow knew this was good sign; he was getting close. She renewed her vigour, sucking him for all she was worth. Within another minute he groaned loudly again.

"Oh, Eve," he grunted, "here it comes!" 

Bracing herself for the blast, she felt it rushing up his shaft and erupting out of the end of his cock into her mouth with surprising force. She tried to swallow as another blast came, so she closed her mouth tightly around his shaft to keep the liquid in. He squirted again, and she swallowed immediately, somehow knowing there would be one or two more squirts. She caught those in her mouth and swallowed. Finally spent, she let his cock slip from between her lips, and licked the tip where one more drop of cum was holding on. She looked up at him and smiled. He sat heavily on the bed. 

"Holy fuck, Eve. That was incredible. I didn't know you could do that."

"I've never done it before," she assured him, although it seemed like a lie in her mind. After all, how had she known what to do? "But I wanted to do it for you."

She reached for the flask and took a big swig from it, swirling the liquor around in her mouth before swallowing and taking another swig. He watched her in awe. 

"What happened?" he asked. "You were so nervous about doing any of this before... but tonight?"

"It's Halloween. It's the perfect time, Jason. I've just decided I'm ready and I want to be with you."

"You're ready?"

"Yeah, Jason. I'm ready," she said with a sultry smile.

He grinned widely and grabbed her, turning her onto the bed and coming down on top of her. He kissed her ravenously, lifting himself slightly as he pulled at her corset, loosening it even further so he could pull it off her. She raised her bottom and allowed him to pull it off her legs. He then threw off his own top, and reached for her panties. 

Jason paused for a second, raising his eyebrows, to which she nodded and smiled. He grasped the top of her panties and Eve raised her bottom again to assist him with sliding her panties down. He slid them down her thighs, over her knees, and off her feet, tossing them to the floor. 

He moved his body so his mouth was directly over her mound and looked up at her. Watching him with wide eyes, she looked a little frightened and a little excited as he bent forward and licked her entire slit like an ice cream cone. Eve gasped and writhed away from him on the bed, the tickling sensation overwhelming. He followed her and did it again. This time it didn't tickle so much, but it felt incredible. He lapped at her juices, pulled on her labia, and ran his tongue up to her clit. When he pressed against it, she squealed and convulsed. So he did it again, and again, making her cry out each time. 

When he looked up at her with the most wicked grin she'd ever seen on his face, she said, "Come up here, Jason. I want you inside me." He smiled even more widely and kissed her belly and her breasts on the way up. 

Eve spread her legs wide, and Jason positioned himself between them. He aligned his cock at the entrance to her warm wet hole. 

"Are you sure about this, Eve?" he asked one more time. "I don't want you to have any regrets." 

"I will never ever regret making love to you, Jason," she said vehemently.

Jason smiled and kissed her lips as he slid slowly into her. She realized she could taste herself on his tongue, but she didn't mind it too much. 

Eve's eyes opened wide as his thick hard cock entered her tight virgin pussy. He paused for a moment, looking concerned.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, it feels good," she lied; it hurt a little. "I'm just getting used to it," she assured him. 

He looked into her eyes as he pressed in further, and then paused to make sure she was okay. Then a little further, and a little more. She tried not to let it show that it hurt. Then suddenly he was all the way in, and her muscles adjusted around his girth. 

She smiled. He smiled, too, and kissed her ardently, buried deep inside her for the first time. He pulled out slowly, then slid back in, and raised his right eyebrow, the way he always did when he was asking a question.

"It's okay, Jason. It feels good. You can go faster now if you want to."

"Oh Eve," he sighed and he kissed her again. "This feels amazing. You're amazing." 

Then looking into her eyes, he pulled out and slid back in a little faster this time, and again, a little faster, until he had a steady rhythm. By now, Eve found it really was feeling very good. Every time he bottomed out, a spasm of tingly pleasure would shoot deep inside her. 

Jason pushed himself up a little on his arms to get more leverage, to hit her at a different angle, and started sliding in and out faster and harder. In this new position his pelvis ground into her clit on every downstroke. 

Eve found herself gasping, or moaning, or gasping and moaning every time he bottomed out and ground against her clit. Hot shivery tingles of sensation were radiating out from her pelvis through her body. Her skin felt like it was tingling all over. 

"Oh yes, Jason, keep going," she cried through panting breaths, her heartbeat racing. 

Jason groaned and started fucking her faster and harder. He pounded into her over and over. His arms shook with the exertion of holding himself up. Eve was nearing orgasm. She could feel something strong building within her. 

"Oh Jason, it's so good," she cried. "Oh god! Jason!" 

Eve screamed his name as her muscles clamped down around his shaft. His eyes went wide as she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him as deep into her as she could get him, while her orgasm took over. She shook and shuddered and moaned repeatedly.

"Eve," Jason grunted, as she pulled him in so deep. He groaned again and then she felt incredible heat, as though he'd just spilled molten metal inside her.

Still buried inside, he kissed her passionately, and she returned the kiss with enthusiasm. They lay together for a long time, alternately kissing and smiling at each other, while he shrank inside her. He pulled out and lay down beside her, draping his arm across her body, his leg over hers. 

After their breathing had slowed to almost normal, he sat up, so she sat up too. Jason caressed Eve's cheek. Then reaching behind his neck, he removed the silver chain he always wore with the Celtic cross pendant, and extended it toward her. 

"Here, Eve, I want to give this to you."

"Jason, I can't take this. Your grandmother gave it to you."

"I want you to have it," he said with conviction. Then after a pause, he added, "I love you."

"Oh, Jason, I love you too." She leaned forward and kissed him passionately as a blissful feeling of warmth filled her body. He pulled away from the kiss and raised the chain over her head, bringing it down around her neck. The cross dropped down in between her cleavage. 

"Lucky cross," he chuckled. "Look where it gets to hang out."

Eve looked down at the cross between her breasts, and smiled at him.

"Thank you," she said, her hand reaching up to touch it reverently. "I will always cherish it."

"It looks great on you."

She looked down at the cross again as tears formed in her eyes. 

"Now don't cry, baby," he said soothingly and gathered her in his arms, surrounding her in a protective and loving embrace.

She sighed and inhaled his wonderful scent, feeling so relaxed and content.

***

Eve bolted upright, instantly awake. 

Wait, where am I?  

She was in her bed, in her parents' house. 

How the hell did I get here? When did I leave the reunion? 

She was naked, and she felt sore between her legs. She looked down at her body and saw Jason's silver Celtic cross hanging between her breasts. She gasped and her hand went to it immediately to check that it was real. 

It sure seemed real. 

She was confused. She had just made love to Jason in the most realistic dream she'd ever had. 

But if it was a dream, how did I get the cross? And why do I feel like I just had sex?  

Lying back down, her mind swirling as though still drunk, Eve shortly fell back to sleep. 

Eve woke around 10:00 am to bright sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. Clearly she'd forgotten to close the blind the night before. Due to a bad headache, she'd stayed in bed a little longer than she had intended. Knowing she had to drive back to the city, she forced herself to sit up, her head swimming, trying to quell the bed-spins, and assessed herself. 

The dream was still fresh in her mind, almost as if it wasn't a dream at all. Her hand went right back to her chest. The Celtic cross was still there, hanging on the silver chain. She touched it gently and a shiver ran through her. 

The smell of bacon and coffee distracted Eve, so she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She took some ibuprophen and downed two glasses of water, then took a shower, got dressed and tried to make herself look presentable. There was not much she could do about the bags under her eyes.

After a hearty breakfast and warm goodbyes from her parents, she started the long trek home to the city, playing her music loud all the way to drown out so many confusing thoughts that couldn't be explained.

***

Eve slipped easily back into her normal routine in the city, quickly dispelling confusing thoughts of the drunken reunion and the weird dream, although she continued to wear the Celtic cross under her clothes every day. 

A couple of weeks later, Eve woke up with a terrible stomach flu. She ran to the toilet and vomited almost immediately upon waking. She called in sick to work and went back to bed hoping it would go away. By late afternoon, Eve found she could eat some bread and crackers, and by evening she could eat normally. Good, just a twenty-four hour bug, she thought.

The next morning, she had to throw up again as soon as she woke up. This time she dragged herself into work late. Like the day before, her nausea dissipated a little into the afternoon, and by late evening she could eat again. However, she was so tired she went to bed early that night. 

After four days with no improvement, she went to see her doctor and listed her symptoms. 

"So.... You think it's stomach flu, hmmm?" Dr. Barnes asked.

"Yeah, well.... What else could it be? I'm tired and throwing up a lot. Can you give me something to make me feel better?"

"I don't think this is a flu, Eve. You have no fever. You have tender breasts, you're extremely fatigued, and you have morning sickness..." The doctor raised her eyebrows at Eve.

Eve finally got what the doctor was hinting at. 

"No! No, no, no. There's no way," she said vehemently. "I can't be. It's impossible."

"When was your last period?" 

Eve had to think. "It was over four weeks ago. In fact, come to think of it, I think it's late..." she trailed off. "No. Dr. Barnes, I can't be pregnant. Really, it's not possible."

Dr. Barnes smiled sympathetically. "Well, I think we should rule it out just to be sure. Here. Go pee on this little stick and we'll find out what's possible and what's not."

A few minutes later Eve emerged from the bathroom holding a white plastic stick with a pink cross displayed in the result window. She showed it to the doctor with a look of awe dawning on her ashen face.

"Well, Eve, I'd say you're going to have to redefine impossible," Dr. Barnes grinned. "You're pregnant."

Eve gasped and her hand went immediately to the Celtic cross pendant on the chain around her neck.

The End.

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And Happy Halloween!  



Halloween



Bill went to the neighborhood Halloween party against his better judgment. Since his divorce six months ago, most of "their" friends sided with his EX. The only person he managed to stay friends with is Tom, the guy who every year gives the big neighborhood parties. Tom and Leann usually threw three or four parties a year. But, Halloween was always the biggest and the loosest. Year after year a few new affairs sprang up and usually quickly died off and an occasional divorce occurred.

Bill arrived shortly after ten PM and the party was well under way by then. He came dressed as Zorro. His body is perfect for the part, tall, muscular and lean. The costume and his face mask completely hid his identity. In his disguise he moved easily about the party and wondered if one or more of the wives of his "fair weather" ex-friends would be fuckable. There were a few in the neighborhood he'd really like to fuck, either because he thought they were hot, or to get even with their husbands.

He danced with most of the women there and a few humped his dick back out on the dance area. He finally figured out who all of the women were and the most promising seemed to be his ex-wife's best friend, Helen. He'd love to fuck her right under Bonnie's nose.

He and Helen were slow dancing in a dark corner of the dance floor in the temporarily converted garage. His dick was hard and tight up against the semi-drunk woman's pussy. When he looked down at her, Helen placed her open mouth directly on his and her tongue immediately went to work in his mouth. This caused his dick to tighten up even harder against her pussy. Reaching between them she put her hand on his erection. Breaking the kiss and said,

"I'd like some of that, but we have to be quick."

He pulled Helen into the darkness of the far corner of the garage and spun her around. Freeing his excited male member, he lifted her long colonial girl skirt and slipped his dick into her very damp cunt. She let out a long, low, quiet moan and worked her hips in small circles on the invader. Bill was standing behind Helen, with his arms around her, and holding her by the breasts. If any one looked they would have thought they were just dancing. He slowly fucked Helen for a very long time. She is the type of woman who is very low key and quiet when she climaxes. Bill worked her through three small ones and he was building to his own. Helen was rising to the next level as well. Just before the point of no return he looked across the garage's dance floor and saw his ex-wife watching him and Helen. He could tell she knew what was going on. That made it that much sweeter. Since the divorce he'd told Bonnie a time or two he'd fuck Helen if he ever got the chance, any time any where. Bonnie always told him,

"Fat chance, she can't stand you!"

Bonnie didn't know that it was her ex-husband that was fucking her best friend, after all Helen had always said she wouldn't fuck him if he was the last man on earth. Helen also did not recognize that Zorro was in actuality Bonnie's ex-husband. Bonnie watched as Zorro came hard in the colonial serving wench's pussy. A few moments later Helen had a quiet, but thundering, climax of her own. When he pulled free he wiped the remains of their coupling on the inside of her petticoats. She stayed in front of Zorro long enough for him to get his costume re-arranged.

Helen walked past Bonnie, on the way to the rest room, reeking of sex. Bonnie followed her friend into the bath room.

Bonnie was flabbergasted that her friend had slipped and let herself get seduced. Helen said she didn't know how or why it happened but it was some of the best sex she'd ever had. She told Bonnie,

"Look, I don't know who he is and he doesn't know who I am and I've been ready for months to try some one new. So it was perfect. However, I'd sure like to get him in a bed and see if he is really that good, or was it so good because of the fact it is my first time straying and everybody could have been watching?"

"Well, I was watching and you sure looked like you were having a good time!"

"Oh yes, it was a good time indeed! Have you found anyone tonight?"

"Not yet, but if you don't mind, he looks like a likely candidate."

"Go for it. You know I'm married and don't want to lose that."

"We'll see."

When the two women returned to the party, Zorro seemed to have disappeared. Where he was, was out side of the bathroom window eves dropping on their conversation. He knew pay back was finally going to come to his ex-wife tonight. He damn near laughed out loud at how easy this was going to be.

Helen's husband appeared and they went into the garage for a dance. At the same instant, Zorro appeared right next to Bonnie. He took off his hat, made an exaggerated bow and swept his arm towards the dance area in the darkened garage. Restoring his hat to his head, he put out the crook of his arm and they strolled slowly into the dimly lit garage. They made an impressive looking couple. The tall, dressed in all black, Zorro and the tiny, but stacked cantina dancer. Her costume accentuated rather than covered her considerable beauty. She had long shapely legs, a tiny waist, great ass, big tits, and a beautiful face. The tits, the plastic surgery on her body and face he had paid for. Before she had finished healing she'd run him off. Bill actually hasn't seen her naked since before the surgery.

They danced for hours and she consumed much alcohol. Eventually they were the last "couple" at the party and the moment of truth had arrived. She put her arms around him and rubbed her pussy up against his crotch and asked him if he'd like to take her home. Of course he agreed. She still lived in their old house, just a few doors down the street.

Chapter Two

Entering his former house was somewhat painful. He hadn't been here since the divorce was final more than eight months ago. Some changes were evident. Bonnie had spent a lot of his money on redecorating the place. He had to admit it looked good. But not as good as the ex-wife did. She is now totally gorgeous. The money spent on surgeons was well spent. He watched, her now fabulous ass, sway seductively down the hall. She paused at the doorway, he was sure for effect, and turned slightly sidewise. Her new breasts stuck straight out at least eight inches and seemed to be at least "EE" cups. Bonnie raised her arms over her head and her costume fell to the floor, leaving a completely nude and sculptured body, ready for use. He advanced on her as she moved backwards onto the bed. She sat down and lay on her back. Spreading her fine legs, she invited him into her pussy.

Bill, AKA Zorro, decided to keep up the mystery on his side. He was sure she didn't have a clue who he actually was. Bill also had been working on his appearance. He has dropped from a 250 pound couch potato to a 185 pound lean sex machine. Bill has also been to see the medical profession as well. His dick is now over two inches longer and half again as thick as he was before. 

Up on his knees and from between her legs she looked fantastic. Her tummy was flat and her tits stuck straight up. He could see the dampness oozing from her pussy's lips and smell her arousal. She had that fuck me now look in her eyes. And that is exactly what he was going to do. He slipped just the head of his dick into the folds between her legs and paused for a moment. Then he slammed home eight and a half inches of surgically enhanced rock hard dick. Bonnie climaxed when the tip of it hit her cervix.

Bill went to work on doing something he has wanted to do for several weeks, fuck Bonnie silly. Tonight was going to be the night. He'd had a few drinks, a few uppers, two Viagra pills and he'd already had a climax deep in her friend Helen's pussy. Bill was going to last for a very long time. They made love, they made passion and they just fucked. Bonnie had so many climaxes she couldn't have counted them even if she'd been keeping score. They were in the missionary position, doggie style, the spoon position. He turned her upside down and put both of his legs out side of hers and tried as many variations as he could think of. Finally, he felt his nuts ready to explode. He laid Bonnie on her back and started to tit and mouth fuck her at the same time. When he came, he dumped cum everywhere. Bonnie's tits, throat, face and lips were covered in milky white sticky goo. He rubbed his dick all over her face, scrapping his cum into her mouth. She greedily swallowed all he could slip into her waiting mouth. Something she'd never done with him before. Finally, his dick just slowly deflated and they were done.

Bill was nearly too exhausted to stand up and Bonnie was too satiated to move. He asked her if what her friend told about him was true. She replied her friend didn't have a clue about how good he could be. Bill asked Bonnie,

"Have you ever thought about a three way? I think I have enough energy to try it. I'd sure like to get both of you together in the same bed!"

"I don't know. I might be willing but I'd have to ask my friend. She's pretty conservative when it comes to sex."

"Conservative, she's the one who fucks in front of a room full of people? Ask her and call me."

He left his new cell number on the dresser and left. Bonnie fell asleep.

Chapter Three

Helen woke up with an ache in her pussy she'd never had before. Did it hurt because she'd had a huge dick in the last night or because some of the positions were so awkward? Or did it really not hurt because it was aching to be used again by that marvelous stranger?" Her reverie was cut short by the harsh blast from the telephone.

"Hello."

"Helen?"

"Yes, who's this?"

"It's me, Bonnie. How do you feel this morning?"

"Like I need fucked."

"I thought you said he was great."

"He was, I need some more of him."

"I'm so well fucked I can't even get out of bed yet."

"Him?"

"You bet. And guess what? He wants to do you again."

"You can contact him?"

"Yes, he left me his number."

"I can't call him, Howard might find out."

"That's OK. I'll call him. There is one teeny, tiny catch though."

"What? Name it I'll do it."

Bonnie had never had any bi experiences before and she was a little embarrassed about what she was about to say.

"Well," Helen demanded, "what does he want?"

"He wants us both naked at the same time in the same bed!"

"You mean he wants a three-way?"

"Yes!"

"Oh my, I've never even thought of that, have you?"

"Yes a couple of times. You know my ex-husband was such a perv, he brought it a few times."

"What do you think, want to do it?"

"Only if you do."

"Well, OK I'm game go ahead and set it up."

The stranger's conditions were he had to remain anonymous (He claimed for business reasons). So he would still wear a mask. A few weeks later Helen and Bonnie were in a hotel suite over looking San Diego harbor. They were as nervous as whores in a church. They raided the mini bar and had a couple of quick drinks just to take the edge off of their jitters. Finally, there was a knock at the door. They admitted the masked stranger to the dimly lit suite.

He took Helen in his arms and they engaged in a deeply passionate French kiss. He then turned to Bonnie and repeated the kiss with her. That was all it took to start the action. While Bill was kissing his ex-wife Helen was getting naked. He turned to face her and was duly impressed by a great body. It is even better than he'd imagined for the past few years. She was hot. He reached out and took both breasts in his hands and pulled her into another embrace. While his hands were busy checking out the nipples on her tits his ex-wife got undressed and pressed her nude body up against his back. The two women proceeded to undress him. Soon, the only article of clothing left on the three of them was his full face mask. His identity was still a secret. 

Bill thought he'd died and was surely in heaven. Bonnie was standing behind him with her huge tits pressed tight against his back and she was grinding her hips up against his ass. He could feel the juices from her pussy running down the back of his legs. She had both arms around him and had a hold of his balls and dick. In front of him Helen had dropped to her knees and was giving his dick, the part sticking out from Bonnie's hand, a through tongue licking. Her lips would engulf the six inches or so that was free as well.

They moved to the king sized bed. Helen lay back and spread her legs inviting his dick to invade her. Bonnie pulled him by his hard on, placed him between her friend's legs and lined his dick up with Helen's pussy. Bill, the pervert he is, purposely kept missing the opening offered to him. Bonnie finally put her hand on Helen's tummy, just above Helen's pussy and tried to line up Bill's dick for insertion. He still caused it not to connect. Bonnie's hand slipped down and forced the lips to Helen's pussy wide, making it a better target. Helen felt her friend's hand on her pussy and got a tingle from it. Bonnie realized what she was doing, just as Bill's dick slipped between her fingers and into Helen's wet pussy's lips. Bonnie caressed Bill's pumping shaft, which in turn caused her to touch her friend's most intimate spot. Helen was going wild. Bill's big dick was doing a great job on her and the added sensation of something so wicked and wild as another woman touching her pussy for the very first time in her life. It was too much for the horny house wife. Her climax exploded like a clap of thunder from the mountains and just kept rolling through her inflamed body.

Bill withdrew from Helen's body and turned his dick to his wife and offered it to her mouth. She took it in without hesitation and realized she was licking her friend's juices! Bill pulled free of a wonderful blow job and without much fanfare drilled his ex-wife in the pussy. He fucked her into her first orgasm of the day. Her pussy was sloppy wet from her own secretions and covered his dick with them. He pulled free from there and slipped his dick into Helen's mouth, giving her the first taste of another woman. Both women had crossed the line and were about to be pushed farther over it. Bill got both women to lie side by side and soon was alternating his dick between their mouths. While he was face fucking them his hands were busy finger fucking their pussies. They were getting hornier and hotter all the time. Well the inevitable happened. The two women's lips grazed each others several times. At one point, both sets of lips were directly opposite each other on the shaft of flesh between them. Bill pulled his dick from between them and they planted a kiss on each other. For just a few seconds they actually kissed each other. Then they recoiled, both having the identical thought, 

"What am I doing? I'm kissing another woman in passion!"

Bill knew it was now or never. He put his hands on the backs of Bonnie and Helen's heads and moved them back close together and whispered,

"It's OK, I'd love to watch you kiss each other."

Helen broke first, she moved forward and parted her lips. When her lips met Bonnie's closed mouth, she tried to force her tongue inside of it. Bonnie hesitated for an instant and she too gave in. A fiery tongue swapping mouth open kiss took place. The women rolled over facing each other and tightly embraced one another. Bill got behind Helen and stuck his dick deep into her pussy. After a long while in this position, he rearranged the women so Bonnie could lick his dick while he fucked her friend. Bonnie soon was licking Helen's pussy as much as she was licking Bill's dick Helen started licking Bonnie's pussy on her own. Bill switched ends and fucked Helen's mouth and Bonnie's pussy. He swapped ends several times. Eventually he had to cum. He decided he wanted to cum on Helen's pussy and Bonnie's face. They were now arraigned with Bonnie on her back and Helen straddling her head and shoulders. Bill was on his knees behind Helen's ass. Helen's pussy was above Bonnie's mouth. Bonnie was licking pussy and sucking Bill's cock as it slipped back and forth deep into Helen's wanton body. He exploded deep in Helen with his first blast of cum, he quickly pulled free and entered Bonnie's mouth with the second and third blasts ending up there. Both women were lost in lust and went to work on each other for another hour. Eventually their passions were satiated and the three of them lay resting on the big bed.

Finally the Masked stranger, AKA Bill said,

"Well ladies, it's been wonderful but I must go."

Bonnie and Helen watched as Bill got up and got dressed. Just before he went out the door he flipped on the overhead lights and took off his mask. He turned to face them for just an instant and was gone. As he was walking down the hallway he heard them scream in disbelief and unison,

"YOU!"

He laughed all the way to his car in the parking lot.



Halloween 1991



I'm sure every sexually active person has at least one, maybe ever more, memorable sexual encounters. I have two or three encounters that always come to the forefront of my memory. I'll let you be the judge as to whether one of these is worthy of being called memorable or not.

Joan is one of these encounters. She is a petite, sexy hairdresser that is both my friend as well as my wife's friend. She is a fiery redhead who has many talents. One of these talents is as a seamstress. My story begins the day before Halloween 1991 and involves Joan's seamstress talents. 

I was at her shop that is located in a converted garage in her home. I was getting my monthly haircut when I mentioned the trouble I was having finding a suitable Halloween costume.

"What are you looking for?" Joan asked.

"I'm just looking for a large black flowing robe. You know long sleeves, down to the ground with an attached hood." I told her. You need to understand I'm a big guy and Halloween costumes don't come in my size.

"That sounds really simple. I happen to have a large piece of black material left over from another project. Would you like me to make a robe for you?" Joan asked.

"I couldn't ask you to do that especially since Halloween is tomorrow." I replied.

"Okay. Let's get your hair finished and since I don't have another appointment until after lunch we'll get started. I'm sure I can finish making you a robe in a couple of hours." Joan told me.

So about 20 minutes later when my hair was cut, dry Joan went to get the material. Before she left the shop, Joan told me to go into the living room and wait.

"Here help me spread this out on the floor." Joan told me as she held out one end of the material to me.

"What are we going to do?" I questioned.

"We're going to spread this out and you're going to lay on it with your arms spread out by your sides. Then I'm going to take this chalk and draw around you just like you see the police do with a dead body at a crime scene." Joan explained with a laugh. 

When the material was spread out I laid down in the middle with my arms out. That was the beginning because Joan walked up until she was standing directly over my head. That wouldn't have been a big deal except she had a tight short jean skirt on.

"Close your eyes and don't look up my skirt since I don't have time to go change clothes." she told me as she began to trace around my head and shoulders.

I guess now is the best time to tell you that before that morning Joan and I had never had any type of sexual contact other than one kiss. Sure we had teased each other verbally and rubbed against each other a few times but other than 'the kiss' that was it. As a matter of fact, I had never considered cheating on my wife with Joan or anyone else.

"Do you know how hard it is to lay here and not peek up your shirt?" I asked Joan.

"Oh, I'm sure it will be hard and I sure it will get harder." Joan said with a sexy grin. It may have been my imagination but I thought she looked directly at the growing bulge in my pants.

By this time Joan had moved down to my feet and was kneeling as she drew lines up the outside of my legs. Just then the phone begin to ring.

"Lay still. Don't move so I can finish when I come back." Joan told me as she got up to go answer the phone.

After a couple of minutes she came back into the room and moved back down to my legs. This time she worked her tight skirt up enough so she could kneel straddling my knees. She then began to draw lines up towards my hips. As she drew he lines I lay there trying to decide if what I thought I saw was real or if it was my imagination. I thought I had seen her naked ass as she walked past my head. Had she really taken off her panties?

"Have a better view?" Joan asked with a very wicked grin as she moved up to sit directly on my hips.

"I think so." was all I could manage to say while looking at the pink lips of her shaved pussy.

"See anything you like?" She questioned as she began a slow rocking motion on my erect dick. "I know you are attracted to me because of the way you look at me and the way you are always trying to sneak looks down my top and up my skirt."

By this time my dick was throbbing and all I could thing of was how much I would like to fuck Joan. Then the thought of my wife and children brought me back to reality. I almost panicked when Joan reached between us, unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans while continuing to rock. Now I had never had a lap dance but if they were all like this I had really been missing out. Even though I was freaking out in some ways I still didn't say anything when Joan reached into my boxers and slipped my dick out. About the time my dick was out of my boxers and jeans, Joan arched her back and let out a loud moan signaling an intense orgasm. Holding my dick tightly between her slick pussy lips she rode it back and forth continuing to cum. The excitement of this caused me to cum also which of course felt amazing but was very messy with squirts of cum shooting on Joan's skirt and my shirt.

It was about that time we were shocked back to reality when her daughter's school bus stopped in from of the house. 

"We have to get up from here, Cindy is home from school! I'll go to my bathroom and you can go into the shop bathroom to clean the cum off of your shirt. I wish we had time to continue this but we don't. Get the disappointed look off your face because we will finish. Soon! I promise." Very quickly Joan got off me and headed down the hall to her room. Just as quickly I was on my way to the shop bathroom.

A few minutes later we were back in the shop. When I started to leave Joan assured me my robe would be ready the next morning and I should come by to try it on so if it needed any alterations she could do them before the evening. She also invited my wife and I to go to a Halloween party with her. (Her husband never went anywhere with her.) We shared a knowing smile and I went home.

The next morning was both an exciting and a nervous time. I could hardly wait for my wife to go to work so I could go to Joan's house. When I arrived she was almost finished with an early customer.

"Your Halloween robe is lying on the sewing machine in mine and George's bedroom. Why don't you try it on so we can see if it fits? You can change in the bedroom since no one else is home." Joan instructed.

Of course I had never been in Joan's bedroom before so it felt very strange going in there. When I started to pick up the robe something fell out of the folds. It was a pair of hot pink panties, which had obviously been recently worn. They were still moist and when I held them to my nose they had the smell of musk. I knew Joan had left them in order to tease me so I put them in my jean pocket before trying on the robe. Slipping off my shirt I tried the robe on. It fit perfect. When I walked into the shop a broad smile came across Joan's face.

"I think it fits perfect. What do you think?" she asked.

"I think it's great! It's just what I wanted." I told Joan. Walking over to her I kissed her on the cheek and said, "Thank you very much!"

Joan couldn't resist having me turn around so she could see it from all sides. She also just had to touch it. Sliding her hand down the front she discretely pinched my nipple. "Where is you shirt?" she asked.

"I took it off. Since it's so warm today and probably will be tonight I doubt I wear anything under it except a pair of shorts so I wanted to see how it would fit without the shirt." I responded as I started toward her bedroom to change back. As soon as I was changed I went back to Joan's shop, thanked her, kissed her on the cheek again and left with my new robe to go home. I couldn't wait for the evening so I could wear it.

My wife and I stopped by Joan's house just before dark so we could pick her up and drive to the Halloween party. When we arrived 20 minutes later all three of us were shocked. The house was decorated to the max. There was an old hearse parked in the driveway with an open coffin next to it on the ground. When someone walked by the coffin the body inside would sit up and startle them. On the other side of the yard was someone dressed as a witch stirring a smoking cauldron. After mingling for a short time we decided this was an awesome party.

Of course you know I was wearing my new robe. I also wore the mask of a very old man with long stringy white hair and rubber gloves that looked like very wrinkled old hands. My wife was wearing a 1950's man's suit and tie. She also wore a grotesque mask with a mouth opening where she could smoke a large stogie cigar. Joan was wearing a very sexy black witch's costume with a neckline that plunged almost to her waist. It had seamed black fishnet hose held up with red garters and very tall 'fuck me' heels. Her costume was so short I could only imagine whether she has panties on or not. She also wore a red lace pushup bra that was very visible under her costume. A couple of time as we mingled I was certain I caught a glimpse of her areolas. 

We soon became separated in the crowd of ghosts, witches and other spooky creatures of the night. As I took my place over by the hearse watching the fun I didn't notice Joan come around the back of the hearse and walk up behind me.

"I thought I told you not to wear these." she whispered in my ear as she lifted the back of my robe and snapped the waistband of my shorts.

"You know I couldn't get away with leaving the house without shorts on under my robe." I told her.

"Well, you're going to have to go home without them." Joan said as she pulled the down to my knees. "Now step out of them." she told me as they fell around my feet.

"Are you crazy?" I asked.

"Yes! Crazy about you." Joan assured me.

Since I had nothing in my pockets and didn't want anyone to see me standing there with my shorts around my ankles, I stepped out of them. Just as Joan kicked them under the hearse several of her friends walked up and began to chat with her. Even though 4 or 5 people were standing around the front of the hearse I remained on the side with Joan standing beside me. She stood there with her hand under my loose robe stroking my growing erection. There was nothing I could do without attracting unwanted attention so I stood there quietly as she talked. Finally they walked away leaving Joan and I alone. 

"You know Torrie suspects I want to get in your pants, don't you?" Joan asked.

"Well, she doesn't have to worry about that right now does she?" I responded.

"No she doesn't. This is all she has to worry about." Joan said as she had me turn more towards the back of the hearse before she dropped to her knees in front of me. Lifting the hem of my robe over her head Joan allowed it to drop down until she was completely hidden. Ever so slowly I could feel her lick the length of my dick before sucking me into her hot mouth. Deeper and deeper I went each time she sucked. Soon she was soon taking me deep into her throat. I didn't last long before I shot my load down her throat. Joan continued sucking until I was totally spent. Just about that time, my wife Torrie walked up to the other side of the hearse.

"This is a great Halloween party, isn't it?" Torrie asked.

"Yea. Really great!" I managed to say with a forced smile.

"Is something wrong?" she questioned.

"No. I'm just standing here watching all the women in sexy costumes." I told her.

"There are some really sexy ones here. Did you notice how sexy Joan looked? If I were a man I would think she looked good enough to eat. Hell, I'm not a man and I think I might eat her if I got the chance." Torrie surprised me by saying.

"You're right. She is very hot this evening." I agreed

"Have you seen her? I thought I saw her over her talking to some people" Torrie asked.

"She disappeared almost immediately after her friends walked off. Do you want me to tell her you are looking for her if I see her?" I asked. Just about the time Joan heard me say that I felt her gently bite the head of my slowly shrinking dick.

"Yes. Tell her I went in the house looking for her." Torrie said as she walked off.

Once she had given Torrie a few seconds to walk away, Joan moved my robe from over her head and stood up brushing off her knees. "Well, fuck! How am I going to explain this?" she said looking at the runs in her hose. Looking down I saw she had torn the knees out of her hose as she sucked my dick.

"Sorry about your hose. Maybe you should take them off." I suggested.

"No. I'll just leave them on and say I tripped over something and fell on my knees if anyone asks. Let me tell you. That was hot hearing you talking to Torrie while I sucked you dick. Do you think she would really eat me if she had the opportunity?" Joan asked with a grin.

"I'm not sure. Maybe we'll get the chance to find out real soon!" I assured Joan. Looking around I took a chance and kissed Joan lightly on the lips. "Maybe you should go find Torrie and see just how sexy she thinks you are."

We left the party soon after that. One day soon I'll write and tell you the rest of the story.



Halloween 2003



Richard left work early. He had some errands to run before the Halloween party. He was anxious; he had not been to a costume party in twenty five years. Pulling to the curb in front of the costume shop, Richard was envisioning himself as batman or superman.

Stepping up to the counter, Richard said,

"Do you have a couple of costumes reserved for Richard Smith?"

Opening a book, a tall older gentleman behind the counter flipped several pages and said,

"No I don't see anything under Smith."

Pulling out his cell phone, Richard called his wife. When she answered, he asked,

"Linda, Didn't you reserve the costumes?"

After a silence, Linda said,

"Oh god, I forgot!"

Getting upset, Richard told her he would get something and hung up. Turning back to the man behind the counter, Richard said,

"Do you have a batman or superman costume?"

Looking at his watch, the clerk said with a sigh,

"At five o'clock on Halloween day, we really don't have much of anything."

He stopped to think, then added,

"We have a two people horse costume, a gorilla and a couple of things from the middle ages."

Richard said thanks and left. Going out the door, he was disappointed. He was looking forward to the party and going as a super hero. He worried all the way home about if they were going, and what were they going to do. Pulling into the driveway at his house, Richard resigned himself to not going. Turning towards the door, he was surprised to see his wife.

Linda Smith was standing in the door way wearing a pair of black slacks and a white mans dress shirt. Below her nose she had on a fake mustache. At five foot nine with small breast and large hips and butt, Linda filled out her costume perfect.

She raised a glass and said,

"Here have a drink. We only have a few minutes to get you ready."

With curiosity, Richard asked, 

"What costume?"

Walking in as he spoke, Richard saw Linda's friend Tammy. The two ladies started transforming Richard into Regina. He took a couple of sips of his drink and tried to protest, but it did no good. The ladies were determined.

They stripped him to his underwear. They shaved his five o'clock shadow. They started with a pair of nylons, then a short dress. Tammy disappeared. Coming out of the bedroom, she was carrying a nice blouse to wear under the dress, a pair of rubber fake breasts, a bra and a wig. Richard tried to protest again, but his wife stepped in. In no time Richard looked like a beautiful woman.

Setting a mirror on the table, they put make up on him and topped off the outfit with a nice blond wig. Looking in the mirror, Richard was impressed. He was starting to get into it. Turning back to the table, Tammy gave him a pair of low heel shoes. They fit. It was then he realized they planned this.

Linda came out of the bedroom, she had on a nice pair of suspenders, a nice tie, a suit coat and a hat. As Tammy left, Richard and Linda did some finishing touches and left for the party. all the way there, Richard was wondering if there was some ulterior motive. Maybe he shouldn't have told her about his bisexual curiosity.

Arriving at the party a few minutes late, Linda blamed it on her friend Regina for taking so long to get ready. It was a nice party at a large house outside of town. They were constantly introducing themselves because their costumes hid them so well.

At ten the host and his wife, dressed as King Henry and Anne Boleyn, came out with a box of trophies. They handed out awards for most creative, best costume, and sexiest. Richard and Linda won for most creative. 

After the trophie presentation, Richard went upstairs to the restroom. Coming out a man dressed in a Tarzan costume stopped him.

"Hi you remember me? It's good to see you again."

Before Richard could answer, Tarzan leaned in for a hug and a kiss. Richard was shocked. He didn't know what to do. As he felt the man's tongue going in his mouth, he started to tingle and get turned on. Richard responded, kissing him back. It turned Richard on more when the man reached around and massaged his butt cheeks.

Moving back into the bathroom, Richard took his mouth away. Tarzan reached for Richard's breast. Not sure if he wanted this sharade to end or not Richard stopped him. With a look of disappointment, Tarzan said,

"Okay how about one of your expert blow jobs?"

Richard thought a minute. He was going to stop him and tell him who he really was, but couldn't. He was mesmerized when he removed his Tarzan outfit. A semi-erect cock stuck straight out. Richard bent to his knees. Putting a hand around his cock, he felt it grow in his hand. Slowly he moved his mouth closer. Opening his mouth, he felt his first cock. Reaching for his balls he moved up and down sucking on his cock. He liked giving his first blow job.

He moved his head faster, moving his hand along the eight inch cock. He heard him moan. Realizing he was about to cum, Richard went faster. As he started cuming, Richard swallowed every drop.

They both left the bathroom. Tarzan went down stairs first. Most of the people had gone by the time Richard made it down stairs. He looked around the room. He saw Mark and Terri, the host. 

Mark is five foot ten. He has brown hair and a goatee. His wife, Terri is five foot six. she has large sagging breast and a large round ass.

Richard looked around the room some more. He saw Tarzan standing next to a short red head dressed as Jane. She is slim with small perky tits. Looking at Tarzan he thought about what he just did upstairs. Tarzan is five foot ten, and muscular. 

Richard saw Bill and Kim Maxwell. He was dressed as Superman and she came dressed as Lois Lane. Bill is five eight with a little bit of a pot belly. Kim is five foot two with long blond hair and large firm breasts.

Mark and Terri took off their costume. bill took off his Superman's cape and tights. Standing in the living room in a pair of shorts, Mark said to Debbie Moore, dressed as Jane,

"Have you met Richard and Linda Smith?"

Richard pulled off his wig and Linda took off her hat. Behind Debbie, her husband, Larry looked shocked. As they shook hands Richard almost made the comment that they already met, but changed his mind.

Breaking the awkward moment Larry Looked at his wife and made a comment about her perky tits being beautiful. Her tits were almost visible with the skimpy costume. After a couple of more comments about her perky tits, she pulled her top off and asked,

"Would you like to see more?"

All the guys said yes. After more talk about breast and butts, everyone was naked. Mark walked over to Kim, like he had done this before, he led her to the couch. She lay on the couch and he got on his knees next to her. He leaned in and started licking her bald pussy. Watching Mark and Kim, Bill didn't notice Terri come over and go to her knees. She started making love to Bill's seven inch cock.

Watching the two couples, Larry walked up behind Linda and started kissing her neck. He leaned down and sucked he left tit. They laid on the floor and went into a heated sixty nine.

Richard and Debbie pulled up a piece of carpet. Richard was getting excited about licking Debbie's red haired pussy. The sight of her bush turned him on even more. He started licking and fingering her to a hot thigh exploding orgasm.

After Debbie came twice she moved Richard to his back and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. Grabbing his hands she started riding him to another orgasm. After going at it harder, Richard moaned loud and came.

He looked over at his wife next to him. She was on her hands and knees with Larry sliding his cock in her pussy doggie style. they were meeting thrust for stroke. Larry was holding Linda's large hips and going faster and faster. He met Linda's strokes a couple of more times, moaned, came and leaned back to realx.

Mark and Kim were relaxing near the couch. they were both drenched in love juices and sweat.

As Bill and Terri finished, they all relaxed and had another drink. After a little samll talk, they all decided to help Mark and Terri clean up from the party.

The ladies cleaned up the kitchen and the men cleaned up the living room and den. with most of the kitchen finished, Linda set down her towel and sat at the table just off the kitchen.

Terri walked behind Debbie at the sink and put her arms around her. Reaching under her t-shirt she caressed her right breast. Terri moved Debbies red hair and suck her neck. A tingle went through Debbie; she turned around and kissed Terri.

Pulling up Debbie's shirt, Terri caressed and sucked both her perky tits. They were rubbing and touching each other. Terri reached a hand inside Debbie's shorts and felt her moist pussy. Debbie moaned and came. Terri moved her hand sensously and Debbie came again.

Debbie wanted to touch Terri also. She reached into Terri's shorts, feeling her bald pussy excited her even more. with a hand moving around the folds of Terri's Pussy, Debbies turned to kiss her. As they kissed, Terri started coming.

The guys returned from taking some garbage outside just as the girls were finishing.

Larry looked at his wife and said,

"I hate to leave, but we have a baby sitter at home and have to go."

Debbie seemed disappointed, but she knew Larry was right. they said good bye and left.

Bill and Kim also had to leave. Richard was thinking about leaving also, when Mark offered them the spare bedroom.

They all went up stairs, after showing Richard and Linda the spare bedroom, they stopped at their room. Mark put a hand on Linda's broad shoulders and asked,

"What do you say we try something new on the king size bed?"

Going into the large bedroom, Linda took off her shirt and shorts. Terri and Richard followed. Positioning Linda on the bed, Mark started licking her pussy. At the foot of the bed Terri started sucking Richard's cock. They went into a sixty nine. Moaning in ecstasy, Linda enjoyed Mark's tongue. After cumming a couple of times, Linda rolled over to take Mark doggie style. He got on his knees and slid his cock in her wet pussy.

Linda turned to watch Richard and Terri as they moved into postion, Terri on her back with Richard on top. Richard and Terri came at the same time. stopping to relax, they just sat there.

Meeting every thrusts, Linda came. She started to relax, then Mark moaned then came. 

Linda and Richard moved to the spare bedroom. they made hot passionate love, then fell asleep. In the morning they had breakfast and some small talk. By ten thirty Richard and Linda left. They made plans for another party soon. 



Halloween-2009



Halloween,

Their First Time

It was the annual neighborhood Halloween party and young Sammy was finally getting to stay for the adults only portion of the party. The last two or three years he and his friends have been hearing the rumors that the party always degenerated into a full scale orgy. There are about thirty houses and families that usually attend the huge costume party every year. So when you count all of the wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, kids, a few other relatives and some friends you have a possible two hundred or so guests that usually showed up.

Sammy and his two closest friends, Wilber and Fred, all were eighteen this year and were the typical horny teenagers. There were about ten or so young girls their age that the three of them thought were really hot and four of the mothers on the block that any of the three friends would give their left nut to have sex with. Three of the four mothers belonged to the trio and the fourth one lived in the house between Sammy and Fred.

Wilber's mother, Nancy, was thirty eight years old and on the slender side. In a bikini she looked good enough to eat. A fantasy all three boys have had dozens of times. She came to the party as Peter Pan. Fred's mother, Andrea, looks a lot like Nancy, only a little taller and has better legs. Again their fantasies had her shapely legs wrapped around them more than a time or two. She came to the party dressed as a French Maid. Sammy's mother, Lucy, was thirty six years and looked like a twin to Ann Margaret, except she had much bigger breasts. All of the horny youths had sucked those tits raw more than just a few times, in their night time fantasies as they jacked off. She came as the Devil. Her red sheer body suit did nothing to hide her fantastic body. Finally there was Wanda, stunning forty year old Wanda. She looked so much like Linda Carter she was always getting asked for her autograph. So, naturally, she came as Wonder Woman.

The three horny teenagers were standing together in a corner and each was sipping a beer. The state they live in allows drinking at eighteen. By midnight or so the four sexy women had had plenty to drink and were feeling little or no pain, horny as hell and very mischievous. All four of them had on an occasion or two had strayed from the straight and narrow. It looked like tonight that might occur for all four of them again. Sammy's dad had been following Wanda around like a puppy dog in heat and she was encouraging him as well. Finally, the two of them slipped out the back door and found their way to the pool house in the far corner of the yard. Almost as soon as they were inside the small changing room Wonder Woman had both breasts in Big Sam's meaty paws and his mouth was devouring her tits like a starving man. In just a few minutes they were both as naked as they day they came into the world. In this condition they ended up on the floor in a torrid sixty-nine position. 

Wilber had been chatting up Fred's mother all night and it was about to pay off big time. Andrea and he were locked in a tight embrace on the dance floor swaying to a slow sensual Latin beat song. Wil's hard on was pressed between them and rubbing up and down on her tight stomach muscles. She pulled his head down and whispered something in his ear. Soon, they too disappeared from the main party room. In the bedroom they found it easy to fuck doggie style. Wilber just hammered and hammered his best friend's mom's pussy from behind.

Fred had also been busy trying to find the combination to unlock the key to Nancy's treasure box. He finally could not come up with anything clever so he decided to take a big chance on the direct approach and he simply asked her if she like to have sex with him. To his astonishment, amazement and total delight she agreed! Fred found himself in between Nancy's slim legs and pounding her pussy like a runaway jackhammer. Total lust and power, no finesse what so ever. Just what the horny middle aged woman wanted.

Lucy, in an almost total alcohol induced trance, watched as her husband and three friends wandered off to have sex and wondered why she hadn't been hit on yet. Just about that time her son, Sammy, walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her upper body. The son's hands came to rest on his mother's huge tits. He gingerly, lest he get rebuked, cupped and squeezed them. Lucy leaned back against her son, closed her eyes and murmured,

"Yes, yes, just like that! Hold me tight."

At this point Lucy did not know it was her son was giving her so much pleasure. The attention to her breasts sent an electrical impulse coursing through her veins and set her pussy on fire. Sammy leaned down and nuzzled his mother on the side of the neck, another of her highly erogenous zones. She went weak in the knees. And with her eyes still tightly shut said,

"We need to take this some place private!"

As luck would have it, they were standing in front of an open door to an empty bedroom. Holding his mother by her trembling tits he walked them towards the bed. As they went forward he pulled her red body stocking off of her shoulders. When she got next to the bed Sammy pulled her costume completely free of her fantastic body. He nudged her forward onto the bed and she laid face down on the bed, with her hips slightly elevated, a perfect position for rear entry. Sammy put his face between his mother's firm ass cheeks and licked her pussy from the rear. It was so wet he couldn't believe it. It tasted better than any of the limited few teenage girls he had previously eaten out. Whilst he was licking his mother's wonderful pussy he was pulling his clothes off. Once he was naked he got on his knees right behind his mother's hips. He lined up the head of his massive dick and placed the head of it in between her dripping pussy's lips. Sammy's passion wracked mother groaned out,

"Take me, fill me with your penis!"

Somehow, Sammy instinctively knew he should slowly drive his dick as far in as it would go and then pause before repeating his motion. When he paused his mother whimpered out,

"Oh yes, oh yes, that feels so good, so big, so deep, god I love it!"

Sammy pulled back until only the head was held in her sheath. The he reinserted fully. Slowly he repeated the motion. Deep as he could he went, and then returned to where only the head remained inserted. Over and over he went in and out, gradually building speed. Finally his hips were nearly a blur. His mother began to have one mini climax after another. And she was getting more and more vocal. Alternating from making plain animal sounds to words of encouragement on how good it felt. Sammy had never heard or seen his mother in such a state before. Never in all of the times that he had spied on her and his father making love had she acted like this. Finally she yelled out at him,

"I'm going to cum and cum big, I want you to fill me at the same time!"

With that she exploded in a body wracking orgasm of near epic proportions. Sammy couldn't hold back and his dick gave up the biggest load of cum he had ever delivered, blast after blast, rope after rope of his white sticky cum filled his mother's pussy to overflowing. So much that it ran out on both sides of his thrusting dick and puddled in a large pool under his mother's wanton body. She let out what appeared to be a last gasp of life and slowly slipped into blissful post sex slumber. 

Sammy's dick finally went soft and he retreated from behind his mother's well fucked body. He stood and watched her for a few minutes and aloud he said,

"I don't believe she knows who I am and that it was her son who fucked her!"

Sammy decided to keep his secret to himself. After all, somehow, he probably will be able to use tonight to get her in bed again. He wants her to suck his cock. He has watched her suck his dad so many times and she looks like she sucks a mean cock. His dad's dick is an inch or so shorter and a little less thick than he is and his mother can deep throat all of it.

Sammy, Fred and Wilber finally caught up with each other about three AM. They all tried to talk at once, both to brag to tell whom they had fucked and to see whom the other two fucked. In past discussions all had agreed that their three mothers would be the ultimate conquests. They had all promised not to get mad if one of the other two did their mother. After all, the three of them lusted after their three mothers as well as lusting after Wanda.

Fred, "Will Wilber did you get lucky with any one?"

Wilber, "Yes, as a matter of fact I did!"

Sammy, "Who?"

Wilber,

"Andrea!"

Fred, 

"I'll be damned!"

Wilber,

"You'll be damned, not mad?"

Fred,

"No not mad, I'll be damned because I got Nancy!"

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and said, in one voice,

"Well did you get lucky too?"

Sammy,

"I sure did!"

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and again said, in one voice,

"You lucky bastard you got to do the always fantastic Wanda!"

Sammy,

"Well , no actually, my dad pounded Wanda in the pool house."

Fred and Wilber turned to Sammy and for the third time said, in one voice,

"Then who?"

Pausing for dramatic effect Sammy finally said,

"You'll never guess."

After going through the names of nearly every woman at the party they finally gave up and said,

" Ok, who already?"

"Well you're not gonna believe this, but, I nailed Lucy!"

Wilber,

"Holy fucking shit, you actually fucked your own mother?"

Fred,

"How's it feel to do your own mom?"

"It was fantastic, much better than I have imagined it late at night pulling my dick and wishing it was her pussy in place of my hand."

Wilber,

"That's awesome! If I had the chance I'd do my mom too! Fred how about it would you do your mom?"

Reluctantly Fred confessed he would do his mom too.

Part II

The next few weeks passed in a blur for the three horny teenagers. Their fantasies became downright outrageous. Try as they might, none of them could figure out a way to get to the four women. Finally an idea began to form. They decided the path to their plan passed through Wanda. Everyone knew she loved sex and given the right circumstance she'd put out. Sammy and Fred usually took turns mowing Wanda's big back yard. This particular weekend it was unseasonably warm and Wanda was in a very tiny thong laying out in the back yard, next to the pool, working on her tan. The boys somehow mixed up who was supposed to cut the grass this Saturday and they both went next door to do their assigned task. When they ran into each other, at the gate, they laughed it off and agreed to both do Wanda's yard.

The unsuspecting youth's walked into Wanda's back yard and what a sight greeted them! She was on the chaise lounge spread eagled on her back. Her massive tits stuck up proud and firm. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. Wanda's legs were parted very wide and her thong had no chance of hiding a very pretty pussy. She had on dark sunglass so Sammy and Fred were not sure if she was awake or not. They just stood there, with massive erections straining to get free from their baggy shorts, and stared at her. Wanda just watched them studying her, and she got wet thinking about the two big dicks she saw straining to get free. Wanda loves sex and better than that, she loves big dicks, the bigger the better. The three of them had the same thought at the same time. How do we get to fuck each other? The boys continued to stare, still unsure if Wanda was awake. Finally she closed her legs and rolled over on her stomach. She untied the top to her flimsy suit and said to Sammy and Fred,

"I might get a very bad sunburn in this heat, could you two rub some suntan lotion on my back please?"

Quickly they were each on one side of her. Sammy grabbed the suntan lotion bottle and drizzled a trail of oil criss-cross on her back, drew a circle on each cheek of her fabulous ass and then ran a string of oil from her ass to her heels and back to her ass. Fred started at her right ankle and Sammy started at her left ankle. As they massaged the oil into the middle aged woman's fantastic legs they smiled at each other. They took their sweet time on her long muscular legs. By the time they reached the bottom of her ass, she was on fire. Sammy lifted his hands over the woman beneath him and began to work the oil in to her supple back. Some of the oil had rolled down both sides of her rib cage and soon Sammy was working the oil into the exposed sides of her large breasts. Fred took an ass check in both hands and massaged the oil deeply into her pliant skin. He untied the two ties holding her tiny tong in place and poured some more oil directly on her exposed pussy. She arched her hips slightly up and Fred slipped his hand between her legs and soon had her pussy completely covered in suntan oil. He slipped a couple of fingers into Wanda and she arched back at the invading hand. With Fred's other hand he dropped his shorts down around his ankles and pointed his massive erection at the opening displayed before him. Still not a word had been spoken by any of them. Sammy silently mouthed the words to his friend,

"Go for it, if she'd wanted us to stop she'd never have let it get this far!"

Wanda's pussy was completely drenched. Her juices were flowing like a river in the rain forest and the suntan oil made it even slipperier. Fred slammed his dick clear to his balls on the first thrust, filling her completely with the largest dick she'd ever had in her body, and that covers a lot of dicks. She raised her head and moaned loudly,

"My god that is a big dick, I love it!"

Sammy was waiting for his chance, and while she was speaking he freed his own massive tool and shoved it into Wanda's very willing mouth. Fred was hammering away like a man possessed by demons and Sammy was forcing his dick down Wanda's experienced throat. This was pure animal lust. The boys took Wanda like an army takes a hill. They took no prisoners. After Fred and Sammy had their initial climaxes they turned Wanda over on her back and swapped ends. She weakly tried to protest, saying they'd used her up. They paid her no mind. Sammy slipped his dick into where his best friend had stretched Wanda to a point way beyond any one had before. He is a little fatter than Fred and at least two inches longer than his friend. When he finally hit bottom Wanda exploded in another huge climax.

"No more, please no more, I can't take it! I won't be able to walk for a week!"

Again while she was trying to talk she had a huge dick shoved down her throat. Now Sammy was fucking her like he was a Doomsday machine. Fred loves to face fuck women. In fact he'd rather have his dick sucked than get laid. Fred was straddling the chaise lounge Wanda was on. He was fucking her tits and mouth at the same time. His thighs held her massive tits together forming a great fuck tunnel and he had a hold of her by both side s of the head. She couldn't get away if she tried, not that she wanted to. Sammy had both of her legs up over his shoulders and was filling her on every downward thrust. Wanda went into a state of sexual overload. All she could do was cum and cum over and over again. Since the two boys had already cum once, they pounded Wanda for what seemed like a month.

Wanda was in a constant state of orgasmic bliss. Fred finally got to the point of no return and he shoved all he had deep down Wanda's throat and exploded. Just a short time later Sammy was ready to cum. He is a bit of a pervert and he pulled free just as Wanda started another climax. With the slipperiness caused by Wanda's juices, the suntan oil, Fred's cum his dick was supper slippery, just what was need for what he had in mind. While Wanda was in the throes of her biggest climax of the day Sammy lined his dick up with the tiny star shaped opening to her asshole. Without warning and without stopping, he invaded her seldom used backdoor passage.

Wanda's ass was tight and shallow. All Sammy could get in was six inches. Four strokes were all it took for him to explode. Wanda had another massive orgasm and simply passed out. Fred and Sammy looked at each other and both said,

"We'd better mow the grass now." 



Halloween



I am a fairly successful businessman and own my own company. I am six foot three, 225 pounds and in good shape thanks to a relentless personal trainer at our local gym. I bring home a healthy six figure salary, in addition to perks and bonuses, so we live comfortably.

My wife Diane is a typical 24 year old young woman in every way, except for the fact that she has grown more and more sensual as she gets older. She is beautiful, five foot six inches, 107 pounds carrying a 36C chest with shoulder length auburn hair. She inherited her long, sexy legs from her mother's side of the family. She loves to dress to show off her great shape that she works hard at the gym to maintain. Sometimes, she undresses to show off her incredible body.

Diane is several years younger than I am, but has learned to be more adventurous since we have been married. I knew her family for some time before we could begin dating. Di's family lived in the small town where I had spent summers of my youth, but wanted to attend the State University near my home at the time. Her parents really couldn't afford to send her there and had urged her to attend the local Community College for her first two years.

During one of my visits to her home town I saw her at the little restaurant where she waitressed and she explained her dilemma over tuition and housing at the State University. I mentioned that I had a large house, with extra unused bedrooms, and could possibly hire her to work part-time for my company while she attended school. Diane got excited and asked me if I would call her parents and make the offer, which I gladly did on her behalf.

While she lived and worked with me during her four years of college everything was purely platonic, with no activity between us. But she was exposed to a variety of ladies I would date and would hear stories about our activities. 

After graduation, she continued to work for me and live in my home. I had helped her financially in addition to the salary she earned. I had also helped her get a job as a hand model as she has beautiful hands. But as a result she has to be extremely careful and does not wear any rings on her hands. 

It didn't take long after graduation for her and me to begin to flirt and finally do what we had both wanted to do for a very long time. After officially dating for several months, we were married and eventually moved back to her home town after selling controlling interest in my company.

As Halloween approached, she was caught up in trying to determine what she wanted costume she was going to wear. She loved shopping at second hand and thrift stores to get different outfits for all types of occasions. She had previously bought an old style that button-up dress that she had used to perform an impromptu strip tease in my garage workshop. So I suggested that she stop by some of her favorite shops and see what she could find to wear for the costume party we planned on attending.

We had been invited to attend a Halloween costume party at a very private club in the greater Orlando area. The guidelines for the party were very specific and included a mask be wore around the eyes, no jewelry could be worn that might identify an individual, no business was to be discussed and no cameras, video or recording devices were allowed. The club is an exclusive membership country club with a car service and on-site cottages for out of town members or members in no condition to drive home.

Diane came home one day with several different assortments of clothing from which she hoped to come up with a costume. She dropped her assortment of clothing onto the dining room café style table and began showing me what she had found. She had bought several old style dresses and suggested going as a witch, a bag lady or cleaning lady. I reminded her that most of the other people would probably be wearing rented professional style costumes and probably would be a little sexier. She then showed me some outfits and suggested going as a streetwalker or working girl.

I kind of shook my head no and gave her a look to let her know that it wasn't a good idea.

We continued to browse through her purchases which included a black wide brim fedora, a few short skirts, and a jacket.

"What's with the jacket," I asked.

"It's cute and looks good on me. Look!" she stated as she put the jacket on over her shoulders.

It was a tan colored leather jacket that fit tight around her and came down to just below her butt. There was a matching leather belt that pulled it snug.

"Wait a minute," I requested as I reached for the fedora. "Put this on and pull the front down over your eyes."

She did as I had asked and I led her over to the hallway mirror to let her see herself.

"You look like a secret agent dressed like that.'

"You think so?" she asked rather tentatively. "It's not very sexy, is it?"

"I don't know, I guess it would depend on what you wore underneath the jacket. Why don't you see what you could wear under it and then we can decide."

"Okay." And with that she headed off to our bedroom and her walk-in closet to try on a variety of clothing.

I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer and turned on the TV in the den expecting to see her come waltzing out of our bedroom showing off her latest creation. I didn't hear or see her for a while and decided to go check on her and what she had found. 

I walked into our room and was greeted with a vast assortment of clothing strewn around the room, with Diane sitting on the end of the bed in her bra and panties, crying softly.

"What's wrong, honey?" came out of my mouth before I had time to think. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I know the answer before I asked. Her response would be...

"I have nothing to wear with the jacket that looks sexy," she cried, "I might as well go naked."

Of course I am still not thinking sympathetically to her and her needs, so of course the first thing I thought of came spilling out of my mouth.

"That's a great idea," I almost shouted. "That would be sexy as hell."

The look on her face was priceless. Her mouth was open and her blue green eyes were wide in amazement. Time to think fast.

"Look, you've worn all types of revealing clothing on a variety of different occasions. This is Halloween! You don't have to be yourself. It's in Orlando. It's anonymous. There won't be many people there we know. You know how you get when you get to show off your body."

I was talking as fast as I could trying to stop the tears and get a smile onto her beautiful face and it seemed to be working. The more I said the softer her look became until she was smiling.

"Really? How would that look?" she asked as she began to grab the jacket and stood at the end of the bed. 

She swung the jacket around sliding her arms into the sleeves and fastening the belt in place. She reached for the hat which I had picked up off of the bed and pulled it down over her long hair.

"Well? What do you think?" she asked as she twirled around in front of me.

The jacket just covered her ass as well as accentuated her boobs. Almost as if she knew where I was looking she pulled at the top of the jacket showing more cleavage.

"You want me to investigate you?" she teased.

"No, but I wouldn't mind frisking you." With that I stepped towards her, began unbuckling the belt and undid the three bottom snaps holding the jacket closed.

I reached around her slender waist grabbing a handful of her ass and pulled her close to me. Our lips met in a passionate kiss while we groped each other. Our intensity increased as we continued to caress each other, my hands running over her newly exposed nakedness, her tugging at the belt and zipper on my pants. Quickly we were both naked and fell onto the bed continuing our groping of each other. 

I love the feel of her smooth, tanned skin and shuddered as I ran my hands up and down her flat belly and settled in our massaging her soft, firm breasts. Her breasts amaze and tantalize me. They are firm standing out on her chest with no sign of any sagging, yet are soft to the caress. I could play with them for hours.

To make it easier to play with her titties I turned her away from me until we were spooning with my cock firmly wedged between her butt cheeks. I had my right hand under her holding her right breast with my left arm draped across her holding her left breast. Both of my hands were grabbing, groping, squeezing and pinching her magnificent titties. Diane was reaching down and began fingering herself. She was making little mewing sounds as her excitement built. She started to quiver and shake indicating she was about to explode so I worked my cock fervently between her ass. As her climax peaked Diane's body shook uncontrollably causing my own release to pour out between us, covering the small of her back and my belly.

We lay like this for a few minutes each of us trying to breathe normally when she finally spoke.

"So you like the costume?"

"Yes," I managed to say before I stood, "very much."

A little unsteady on my feet I made my way to the bathroom to clean up and returned with a warm washcloth to wipe the excitement off of Diane's back. I sat on the edge of the bed wiping the gentle curve of her back, cleaning up the mess I had made. I tossed the cloth towards the bathroom hamper and began stroking her back, her but and the top of her legs which still dangled over the edge.

"You know, when we go to the party you are going to stir up a lot of attention. I think, if anyone asks what a secret agent wears under her coat, you should show them." I let that sink in for a minute. "Hell, maybe no one will ask, but you do know how horny you get showing off that terrific body of yours."

She turned over onto her side and looked at me with one of those looks only a wife can give you. She started to say something changed her mind and said simply, "Pervert."

She then headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her, while I was left sitting on the bed. After a minute or two I heard the water running and knew she was settling in for a nice hot bubble bath. Smiling to myself I followed her towards the bathroom, only to find the door locked. So I headed back to the den and the unfinished beer.

Neither of us spoke about the upcoming Halloween party until the middle of the week prior to the party. She brought up the subject of the party and her outfit.

"Do you really think I should wear the secret agent outfit to the party with nothing on under it?"

"Yes, you see the affect it had on me." I was trying to look thoughtful and wise. "Like I said, it's a very anonymous party miles from home, we will know very few people there and you like showing off. It's a perfect setting."

"Alright. But I am not going to show everyone what's not on underneath. They will just have to use their imagination." That was the end of the discussion. 

Halloween weekend came so on Friday afternoon we drove to Orlando and checked in to a hotel with affiliations to the club where the party would take place on Saturday night. The hotel was in an area away from the attractions Central Florida is so famous for and located in a complex of hotels, restaurants and entertainment suited more for the adult interests.

Diane and I decided to get some dinner and go to one of the local nightclubs within the hotel area. While I dressed business casual, Di chose a more revealing outfit. She wore a short white top made from some almost transparent material with thin spaghetti straps, and a short tan mini skirt with a belt that was almost as wide as her skirt. She did wear panties but went without a bra.

The restaurant we decided on is a well know chain with an Aussie theme. Needless to say we joined the group of expectant diners on the front porch waiting for our little light-box to go off signaling our table was ready. Diane attracted the attention of a number of the male and female diners waiting outside and I could tell it was having an effect on her. When we were finally seated she squirmed around in her seat throughout our entire dinner. She practically yelled 'No!' when the waitress asked if we cared for any desert. Di insisted I just girl the girl money so that we could get out of there.

We had strolled to the hotel enjoying a typical Autumn Florida evening and the attention Diane was creating with her little outfit. On the way back to the hotel Diane kept saying that we should have driven as it was too far to walk (especially after she had had a few drinks before and during dinner). I was really getting into her arousal and wanted to take advantage of it, so I kept slowing down her rush to return to the hotel.

As we rounded one corner there was a small courtyard area that belonged to a little restaurant that had been closed for the evening. It was landscaped with bushes and shrubs to help block the traffic noises while customers ate and had many dark corners this late at night. I pulled Diane into the courtyard and asked her what her why she was in a hurry to get back to the hotel.

"Gawd, all that attention in the restaurant got me horny. I just want to go back to the hotel and fuck."

"Not so fast," I said to her. "Stop for just a minute," as I put my hands on her shoulders and turned her to look at me. "We're going to take our time walking back to the hotel.."

"But, I'm horny," she interrupted, "I just want to fuck you."

"No. I'm going to enjoy this. Take off your underwear. Do it, now." I commanded.

She blinked at me a couple of times before responding, "What?"

I looked at her and repeated, "Take off your underwear. Here, let me help."

I reached for the hem of her short skirt and began to lift the material. Looking around cautiously she grabbed her underwear and pulled them down her long legs, stepping out of them. 

"Now what?" she asked rather impatiently.

"Now stick them in your purse and let's start walking, slowly back towards the hotel," I instructed as I began to lead her out of the courtyard. 

We stepped into the walkway just ahead of a group of what appeared to be businessmen well into their partying ways. There were a couple of whistles and cat calls that made Diane cling to my arm with both hands. She rested her head on my arm as we walked and I dropped my hand from around her waist to her tight skirted ass. I slipped my hand down under the hem of her skirt and touched her wet spot, which evoked even more cat calls and crude remarks. The movement of my hand told the gentlemen following behind us that I was doing my best to get my wife off as we walked. After a couple of minutes of this Diane turned her head, nipping me on the shoulder as her body shook and shuddered in orgasm. This elicited a cheer from the group behind, followed by a brief applause. We were very close to our hotel so Diane turned and flashed our following entourage before we darted off to the hotel entrance.

Before we made it all the way back to our ground room Di was pulling her top off. As I slid the card through the locking mechanism she was unzipping her skirt and stepped out of it as she stepped into the room. She grabbed me and locked her lips on my while her hands fumbled to undo my belt buckle and unzip my pants. 

"Hold on." I mumbled into her mouth as I grabbed my belt buckle and quickly had my pants down around my ankles. 

I let my mouth find its way from her lips to her lightly scented neck. I nipped and nibbled her neck while one hand continued to massage back and the other hand fondled her breasts. I heard her moan into my hair.

"Touch me down there," she whispered breathlessly. My hand worked its way free of her breasts to be replaced with my mouth and tongue, and I slid my hand slowly down her body under her arm, down her waist and gently found her mound. I caressed her clean shaven mound as she ground her hips into my hand. I was kissing the bottom of her tits as my finger found it's way inside her. I felt her body shudder as I worked another finger inside her and then used my hand to guide my cock inside of her. I pushed her back against the hotel door and started thrusting hard into her. She continued to moan and tremble and my cock worked its magic. My fingers continued to draw little circle around her right nipple. Diane has her left nipple pierced so I took hold of the piercing bar and pulled, causing Diane to squeal. My hands continued to knead her breasts and Diane shook in my grasp. 

I'm gonna come again," she practically screamed. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Uhuhuh, Ohhh, God that was good." 

With that she went limp in my arms, so I carried her to the bed, where the covers had been turned down by the hotel staff. I kissed her forehead, telling her good night and that I loved her very much.

Saturday morning I got up, got dressed and retrieved the Orlando Sentinel from outside the room door. I decided that since our hotel room was on the West side of the building the sun would not be shining in through the wall of windows that lined the bedroom wall of our room. So I opened the curtains, ordered room service for breakfast and sat down by the windows to read the paper. The windows included a sliding glass door with access to the pool patio and overlooked the parking area and rear entrance to the hotel. After a short wait there was a knock at the door, identifying himself as 'room service'. Knowing that the server would be setting breakfast up in the small dining area of the room, I rose from the chair, swatted Diane on her naked ass and told her that breakfast was served. I opened the door for the server allowing him to bring in the tray full of food I had ordered.

The server was sandy haired young man about nineteen or twenty years of age. He was tall and lanky, but moved with a fluid movement as he went about uncovering the various dishes, filling the coffee cups, and completing the place settings. His name tag identified him as 'Brad'. As he began to pour the orange juice Diane entered the living area of the room in her state of undress from the night before. The young man overfilled the glass he was pouring and did not realize what he had done until I called his attention to the little accident. Brad started to apologize profusely as he worked to clean up the mess he had created.

"Sorry about that," Diane understatedly said as she turned to leave the area. "I guess I better put some clothes on, huh?"

"Our friend here would probably rather have you stay the way you are," I turned my attention to brad and added, "wouldn't you."

Diane had stopped and turned to face the two of us standing near the breakfast table, looked at the young man with her dazzling smile as if to wait for an answer. Nervously, he looked at Diane, remembered I was there and then began to glance back and forth between Diane and myself as if trying to stall for time to think of an answer.

"Go get dressed,' I suggested to Diane and pointed towards the bedroom area.

"Okay," she threw over her shoulder as she turned towards the back portion of the room.

I looked at the face of a very stunned young man, Smiled sympathetically and offered," She had a little too much to drink last night. You'll have to forgive her this morning."

Straightening himself up he replied, "Certainly. No problem" as he glanced towards the bedroom.

I signed the receipt with a good tip for the poor guys trouble. When the young man left Diane rushed back into the room, wearing only my button-up shirt for the previous nights outing.

"You could have told me that the guy was still here.'

"Would it really have made a difference?"

"Maybe I would have put on a better show," she replied as she made her way to where I stood, wrapped her arms around me, adding, " you will just never know. You should have seen the look on those guys out on the pool deck drinking coffee."

"I love you so much."

She kissed me deep and long while I ran my hands over her terrific body. We continued this for a few minutes until she broke free and sat down to eat.




Halloween



"I really enjoyed last night. You looked incredibly sexy and put on a great show. Everyone agreed."

"I am sure I don't remember all of it, but I hope you enjoyed yourself. I think I'll get my revenge this evening at the party."

We finished our breakfast with small talk about the hotel amenities, local attractions and the preparations for the evening's festivities.

We spent an uneventful afternoon shopping at the large area mall and had a late lunch at a Mexican based restaurant which had outside seating. We were people watching while people were watching us casually enjoyed our lunch.

The time for the party was approaching and the car service would be picking up the two of us as well as a few other guests staying at the hotel about a half an hour before the party. Diane and I enjoyed a hot shower in the suites oversized shower, washing each other's back while grabbing a cheap feel or two. We got out of the shower and I teased with Diane telling her she would definitely be spending more time on her makeup than on her choice of clothing.

I retreated to the bedroom, leaving Di to do her hair and her makeup while I donned a NASCAR driver's suit complete down to the shoes. I had purchased the complete outfit at a charity auction around the time of the Coca Cola 400 race in Daytona. As a part of the prize, the suit was custom fitted for me as the driver and I are different sizes.

The time for the car service arrived and Diane and I made our way to the lobby to await our ride to the club and a very interesting evening. While we stood in the hotel lobby a man approached from behind us and instructed us to put on our masks. When the gentleman finished speaking we were joined by six young ladies in Mardi Gras type outfits with elaborate masks and headgear, and two other gentlemen who appeared to be considerably older than anyone else. The two men wore business suits with cloth masks reflecting a lack of imagination in their selection.

I couldn't help myself so I asked the one closest to me, "What are you supposed to be?"

The gentleman sneered at me, replying, "Rich. Very, very rich."

I stepped back towards Diane who was giggling at the man's answer and my responding reaction.

"Asshole," I muttered.

"A rich asshole. A very, very rich asshole," she corrected me teasingly and returned to her giggling.

"Whatever!" It was a line I had learned from the late Hugh Culverhouse.

We all made our way to the stretch limo and the two older gentlemen settled into the back seat and observed all of the young women entering the car. There was some minor groping of the ladies by the two perverts, but no one offered a protest. The gentlemen were quiet on the ride to the club, while the young ladies, including my wife, offered speculation about what would happen at the party, Apparently, one or two of the young ladies had been present for at least one previous private party at this club and was telling the other girls how to act, what to expect and what was expected.

It became quite clear that none of the other girls in the car were spouses of any of the other guests. My wife leaned into me and suggested that two of the girls were probably mistresses of the two gentlemen accompanying us for our short journey. 

We arrived at the club along with three or four other limos filled with party guests brought in from other area settings. All of the people getting out were dressed in a variety of costumes from the very mundane to the extremely elaborate, some modest, some totally immodest wearing practically nothing at all. Three of the women and two of the younger gentlemen had painted on costumes that left nothing to the imagination.

The crowd headed inside to be greeted with stewards holding large trays of drinks and appetizers for us to enjoy. I took a flute of champagne for Diane and grabbed a bottle of Corona for myself and started to mingle with the other guests. It appeared that there were some couples together like us, but that the majority of the men were there along, as were a number of the young ladies at the party.

Diane and I began mingling as a couple but soon separated to talk to different people. I was engaged with a very attractive large breasted blond dressed as Little Red Riding Hood and an older distinguished gentleman dressed as Colonel Sanders. In the space between the two I could see Diane talking rather animatedly to a couple of gentlemen dressed as Harpo and Groucho Marx. I watched their interchange while trying to maintain my part of the current conversation, but kept glancing at Diane, who now had her back to me. It wasn't long before I saw her reach down and I could see her unbuckling her belt. In no time at all Diane had her jacket opened exposing herself to the Marx Brothers who were nodding their approval and appreciation.

I watched as she closed her jacket, but left the belt dangling. She and Groucho marks then headed for the open air deck off to the side of the clubhouse. I asked Little Red Riding Hood if she would like to step outside for some fresh air. She looked at Colonel Sanders and he nodded his approval. Taking Red by the hand I led the way, following in the footsteps of my wife and Groucho.

Diane and Groucho were off to the side as were a number of other coupled costumed characters. Diane made her way to one of the pool lounge chairs while the gentleman took the next chair and they continued their animated conversation. It wasn't long before Groucho was leaning in to Diane and I saw her slip her jacket open revealing a little of herself to him. There was another couple close enough to see the activity taking place and became instant voyeurs, joining myself and Little Red Riding Hood.

Diane was excited, even in the dim light I could see her. The look on her face was completely erotic making her look like the horny nymph she is. She laid the back of the chair down almost flat and drew jacket fully open exposing herself completely.

The man leaned over Diane and began to lightly stroke Diane's Flat, smooth stomach.

"Like what you see?" Diane asked as she nervously looked from me back to the man enjoying the view of her naked body.

He nodded his head, and sensing no reaction from me, turned his full attention back to Di's body. His mind could not decide where to look as his eyes jumped from her boobs to her laser cleaned pussy. Di reached up and took his hand from her stomach in her two hands and pulled it onto her right breast. She used her hands to move his hand around on her boob. 

"Squeeze it. Doesn't it feel soft and firm?" He complied with her request and as he began to knead her tit she released her grip on his hand.

"Ooohhhh. That feels nice." Diane twisted in her seat as he moved his hand to her left tit and pinched her nipple. He continued to rubs her breasts and the group of voyeurs moved slowly closer to the action.

She used her right hand to push one of his hand back down over her stomach and guided it towards her hole. His fingers lingered for only a second before he slid his middle finger inside her. I watched as he slowly began to explore her womanhood with one hand while he massaged her delightful tits with the other hand. While I watched, I saw her reacting to the man's finger action. She turned her head, from side to side urging the guy to continue whatever it was he was doing. 

"Yes, yes, right there. Faster. harder. That feels so good."

The group of four observers had now grown to eight people who, like Red and I were watching while we also took liberties with each other. I had pulled Red close to me as I watched my love give her full attention to another man, and was enjoying the view and the feel of Red's large breasts which I had pulled free of her outfit. I turned Red so that she and I could both continue being voyeurs while partaking of some action ourselves. 

I leaned into Red, kissing her deep and long working my hand down between her legs where I pushed aside her thong and slipped a finger inside evoking a deep breath from Red. I worked my lips down her chin, around her neck and began nipping at her shoulder.

Curiosity got to me so I looked over at my wife and her companion and watched as the old guy tried to get his entire hand inside Di's squishing wet pussy. His head was buried between her tits, he had his hand buried in Diane's snatch and was twisting her tit by pinching her nipple. I was fascinated as the old man worked his hand, twisting it one way as he slid it in and reversing the twisting action as he pulled his hand back.

Diane was now completely into it, moving his left hand down to join his hand busily working to bring her happiness. Taking the cue, he pinched the top of her pussy causing her to grab his arm. He tried to pull it free apparently thinking her had hurt her, but she held it in place and gyrated her hips against his hand. With four finger inside her he turned his left hand over and wiggled another finger into her.

That pulled the trigger for her as she grabbed his arms with both her hands and pumped her hips hard. She released her grip and fell back in her seat. The old guy slid his hand out of her ravaged pussy and traced a line of her juices to her belly button ring up to her pierced nipple.

Diane lay on the seat, breathing hard and fast, smiling up at the guy.

"Thanks. I really needed that." she said breathlessly. She tried to cover herself, pulling the jacket back across her tits. The group of voyeurs all acknowledged the performance.

"What about me?' he pleaded as he stood up, pointing to a very stiff looking crotch.

"Yeah, okay. But where?" she asked unsure of where this activity was leading.

"Right here. I am a senior member of this club. There won't be any problems.

'You have a condom? "she asked, "because if you don't I have a couple with me."

"People will probably come out and watch," the old man stated. "You will be compensated."

"I don't care who watches. The whole world can watch for all I care."

I watched as the Groucho undid his pants and began to unwrap the flavored Trojan. That's when I saw the large ring on his finger. Now I understood what had gotten Diane so excited.

Diane knelt on a towel that had been sitting on the chair, took hold of his cock and rolled the condom down his thick six inch tool. She looked up and realized she was more exposed in this position and spread her knees on the towel to fully expose herself. She started stroking his cock, watching it grow firmer the longer she held onto it, and continued to try and work more of his cock into her mouth. Seeing the position of her pussy I pulled Red across the patio, sat down in the lounge chair where Diane had been laying and brought Red down onto my lap. I began to caress Red and grabbed her tits as I worked my hand into her pants and slid two fingers into her pussy.

Diane began moving in rhythm working the man's cock in her mouth while tugging at the base and playing with his balls. She was making humming noises as she worked hoping to reduce the time the task took. It didn't take long before Groucho was holding her head in both her hands, his breathing becoming rapid. 

Groucho let out a groan as he shot his load into the condom protecting both of them. He continued softly moan as Diane sat up and gave him a quick kiss. The group of onlookers cheered her performance, so she took a quick bow as she stood retrieving her jacket.

"Hope you liked it," she offered shyly as she began to snap the jacket closed and buckle the belt.

"Amazing woman you got there," he offered as I reached for Diane.

I took Diane by the hand and led her and Little Red back into the main clubhouse and retrieved everyone a fresh drink.

"Having fun?" I asked Diane as I raised my right eyebrow into a quizzical look.

"Yes, I am. And I am making contacts for my marketing myself. Do you know that he owns a group of jewelry stores in Central Florida? I have a chance now to do some more hand and arm modeling for his company."

"Not bad, but I thought that you said that you weren't going to show everyone who asks what a secret agent wears under her overcoat."

"He was different,," she was explaining as we were interrupted by another well aged gentleman.

"I wonder if I might talk to you privately for a moment," he requested as he indicated his query was intended for Diane.

"Excuse me," she tossed over her shoulder as she took the gentleman's extended hand and followed him off to a semi-secluded corner of the room. 

I was approached by Little Red Riding Hood who explained that we had never finished what we had started. Taking her by the hand I led her into the men's locker room, and checking carefully made sure we were alone. I led her to the locker area and sat her down on the nearest bench. I kissed her slowly, increasing the tempo and the pressure as the kiss continued. I nibbled on the nose that was covered with freckles, while I ran my hands through her red hair.

I reached up and untied her red hoody letting it fall to the floor, leaving her barely dressed in a bright red bodice that appeared to be two or three sizes to small., a pair of red fish net stockings and red ballerina slippers. I reached around her to undo a zipper, but found that she was laced up with a string knot holding everything together. I tugged on the string and watched as the scanty covering fell away. Freckles dotted her ample chest but faded into a narrow trail that led to her clean shaven pussy. I followed the disappearing freckles with my kisses then let my tongue go to work on her delicious pussy. Soon she was wiggling and shaking and had my head between her hands directing my movements to just the right spot with her legs wrapped around my neck, crossed on my back..

"That's it! That's it! Right there. Ohohohohoh..." she finished with relish. "Oh, yes. That was nice."

"Now it's my turn." 

Without a second thought I had her legs in my hands and had my cock buried deep in her pussy. Free and unprotected felt so good with her. She had me worked up in a frenzy and I was pumping her like a madman. Kneeling by the small bench my knees were quickly becoming rug burned, but I didn't care. Seeing my wife's performance earlier and knowing she was doing the same thing I was had me at my wit's end. My mind was whirling with excitement.

Just before I came I worked my cock out of her pussy, but continued to stroke it between her legs and finally covered her belly with my juice. I released her legs and fell back against the bank of lockers. Only then did we realize we had an audience of a couple of the wait staff who had come in to check on the conditions of the locker room. 

"Excuse us," I said rather sarcastically but yet politely as I grabbed Kittle Red's hoody and covered her up.

The two staffers turned to leave as Red began to giggle.

"I like it when people watch me."

"You sound like my wife", I stated as I rolled my eyes.

"Is that your wife?" she asked incredibly.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"No one brings their wife to these parties. Most of the girls her tonight are escorts working for big money, even me."

"I'm supposed to pay you now for our little romp?" I never would have guessed that this young lady was a working girl.

"No, the club pays every one of us as we leave the party. The later you stay, the more guys you are with the more you get paid. I go to school at UCF and do this part time. That way I can study when I have to and work when I want to or they really need me to work, like tonight."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say. I had to think about this sudden turn of events, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.

"Shall we?" I asked as I extended my hand to help her up.

We returned to the party only to bump into Diane coming out of one of the offices, arranging her jacket. She looked up from her fussing with her outfit and saw me watching her.

"What?" she shot out.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Having a good time?"

"Wonderful," she offered. "You?" she asked as she looked up and down Little Red Riding Hood and her skimpy outfit.

"If you're a naughty little girl later I'll tell you about it."

"If we leave now you can tell me about it on the ride back to the hotel with the car service," she whispered seductively. 

I turned to Little Red and quietly into to her ear asked what Diane had to do before she left.

A brief look of astonishment crossed her face before she replied that Diane had to see the concierge and he would take care of Diane's fee. 

I explained to Diane that none of the women were allowed to leave the party without checking with the concierge which prompted an odd look from Diane.

"Okay," she hesitated as she joined me as I walked towards the entrance. I continued outside to arrange for the car service to take us to the hotel as Diane popped into the office to speak with the man in charge.

A couple of minutes later she charged outside to confront me.

"They think I'm a hooker. Look! They paid me for tonight, and two of the gentlemen added tips to what they were supposed to pay me. Can you believe that?" She was pissed as she thrust the money towards me, but I think she was also excited about the evening and the apparent misunderstanding.

I chuckled as I explained the situation to her. But, then it was her turn to surprise me.

"Those two guys that tipped me also asked for my phone number so that they could use me again. They think I am an escort. The concierge asked me if I was one of the new girls since he hadn't seen me before."

"You're not serious, are you?" I was taken back by her attitude. She was a wild and crazy girl since she had come out of her shell of shyness a couple of years earlier. But this would be taking her adventures to a new level.

"You never know," she offered coyly as she turned to step into the limo that had arrived during our little discussion. We got into the limo and settled into the comfortable seating holding each other throughout the ride.



Halloween



Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others.

**This is a stand-alone story.** For those who have been following it is the third in the series. It is the combination of two different parties we attended while in college, and while mostly true, there is one significant piece of embellishment for story-telling purposes. Enjoy.

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If Tori and I had been passionate while dating, we were downright manic now that we were "official." We spent as much time naked as we did clothed, talking and fooling around with unhindered excitement. I marveled in the wonders of her body, always amazed when she disrobed and never fully satisfied that I had seen enough, no matter how many times it happened. She joked that she had never been this carefree before, insisting that she had always been fairly conservative with past boyfriends.

"Uh-huh, I'll bet you were," I mocked. "I actually believe that, because you are such an incredible slut around me, the only way you could possibly act would be with more dignity."

-smack- "Fine, I'll put my clothes back on."

At this point I pleaded with her not to, apologizing all over myself and immediately pinning her down and kissing her breasts like I would never be able to again. She giggled, and relented, and I licked her pussy in gratitude and she kissed my neck and jacked me off until I came on her stomach. Another Saturday afternoon.

In all the excitement of those heady days, however, we kept it a secret from our friends. Instead, we decided to announce it at our friend Stacy's upcoming Halloween party. All of my buddies would be there, as would Tori's band of harpies, so with their help we would be able to celebrate such a momentous occasion appropriately.

The next dilemma was picking out costumes. I knew most of my friends were going with a toga theme, but I wanted to do something unique, and Tori wanted to do something that matched. After much debate, she finally suggested a Native American theme, and I knew instantly what I would wear for that. Apparently she did too, but neither of us wanted to reveal what we had in mind. So with a tacit agreement to surprise one another, our talk shifted to the party itself and what we expected.

"Last year Shane and Padraig went as a pair of lecherous professors, and their girlfriends dressed as schoolgirls."

"Yeah, most of my friends usually dress as genies or cheerleaders and the like."

"As if they need an excuse to be slutty...any idea what Stacy will be?"

"No clue. By the way, how do you know her?"

Oddly enough, Tori and I hadn't talked much about how we had met, and I explained my history with Stacy after her failing relationship with Shane, and mentioned that she had played a pivotal role in my pursuit of Tori.

"Really? How so?"

"Remember the first night we met? She caught on instantly that I was attracted to you, but she calmed me down and told me to be patient, since you currently had a boyfriend, but things weren't going well. After that night, she would tease me with comments like, 'I saw Tori today; she was wearing a pair of REALLY tight jeans,' or, 'I'm going dancing with Tori tonight...oh, sorry, it's a Girls Night Out, so I'm afraid you can't come.' Just crap like that to confirm that I still had a crush on you."

Tori laughed. "Come to think of it, she mentioned you from time to time, just in passing, and I was always curious to know how you were doing."

I nodded knowingly. "Also, that night at the bar when we first hooked up, she pulled me aside as soon as you girls arrived and gave me the heads-up that you were single again and that you'd been asking about me. I had been *this close* to walking to the bar for another beer before she told me that, because I hadn't seen you in the group. If she hadn't said anything, I probably would have missed my opportunity with you, since one of my scumbag friends would have moved in on you by the time I got back from the bar."

She frowned slightly. "She really said that? Because I wasn't asking about you."

I pulled a face. 

"No offense, honey," she quickly continued, "But I really hadn't expected you or any of your friends to be there. She hadn't said anything about 

it on the drive over, and I just assumed we were going out with the girls."

"I am truly sorry I ruined you plans, then."

She stuck her tongue out at me. "Relax, you know I couldn't be happier with the way things turned out."

"It doesn't sound like things just 'turned out' the way they did--little Stacy has been manipulating us from the start."

"You're right! She totally abused my trust, forcing me into your arms like that."

"Exactly! She's such a bitch for whipping my desire for you into such a frenzy that I overcame my fear of you to ask you to dance. Really, she's a terrible person."

"You were afraid of me?" Tori asked, intrigued. "Why? Was I bitchy to you that first night we met?"

"No, of course not! I just...I dunno, haven't I told you this enough already? I think you are the most lovely creature on Earth. I have thought that from the moment we met, and that sentiment almost made you untouchable to my mind. Stacy knew just how to break down that image, in just the right way, to convince me to make a move on you. Otherwise I probably would have been too shy." It was weird admitting this out loud. I've never been concerned about getting shot down, but that was usually because I didn't care enough about the girl. But from the beginning I had felt Tori was special, and the very real possibility that I could have fucked it all up or been too scared to try at all remained a sobering thought. 

Tori walked over to me and placed her hands on my face, looking into my eyes. "I guess we owe her a great deal of thanks, don't we? I believe you and I were meant for each other, but I don't rule out the possibility of Fate needing a little help from time to time."

"I doubt that she'd mind being referred to as Fate's sidekick."

"Yeah, but we should do something more than give her a nice compliment."

"Please, no chocolate chip cookies; I'm terrible at baking."

She closed her eyes and sighed. "You are like a child. Alright, no baking, but we'll have to think of something. And whatever we decide, I'd like to bring it to the party, so keep thinking about it between now and then, okay?"

I'm a guy, so of course I didn't, but then she didn't either, so by the time the party rolled around, the whole conversation had dropped off our radar. I left my roommate, who was studying again (it was Saturday night and Halloween--fuck Engineering), and made my way over to Tori's dorm. Her homebody roommate was also in, doing God know's what, and Tori quickly said goodbye and joined me. She was carrying her costume in a plastic bag.

"Where's your costume? Oh, God, you forgot didn't you?"

"Calm down, it's in my pocket." I patted the slight bulge in my hooded sweatshirt.

She gave me a strange look but didn't ask. 

We got to her car and drove out of the parking lot. 

"Sex!" I yelled as I hit the ceiling with my hand.

"What?! Where, I don't--oh, dammit..."

I had introduced the Sex game to Tori early in our dating. The rules state that whoever spots a car with a headlight out, says, "Sex," and hits the ceiling first, wins an article of clothing from every member of the opposite sex in the vehicle. I had played this all through high school in Colorado, where every third car has a burned out headlight. For some reason, the headlights in Texas don't burn out as often, so the game isn't as exciting, but since Tori would actually play, unlike some of my ex-girlfriends, coupled with the fact that she was hotter than all of my ex-girlfriends, made it very fun regardless.

She always started with her shoes, which I thought was crap, but she agreed to count both as one article, so I grudgingly relented. Usually socks or a pullover blouse would follow (also boring), but from three cars on the excitement ramped up exponentially.

As luck would have it, I saw two more on the way to Stacy's, and we pulled up to her house with Tori down to her lace bra on top. 

"Oh, c'mon, you're just going to be taking it off again in a second to put on your costume," I pleaded with her as her sleeveless-T reappeared.

"Shut up and get out of the car. I'm interested to see what you have in your pocket."

"I'll bet you are, you dirty girl."

"Damon, grow up." She took my hand as we walked up to the door. 

Stacy greeted us, looking fantastic in a sexy cowgirl getup. Her pearl-snap shirt was unbuttoned almost halfway down, revealing glimpses of a crimson bra and a stunning display of cleavage. I had always known that she had a nice body, but that moment was the first time I actually looked; I mean, really looked. If Tori was petite, Stacy was minuscule, but her body was wonderfully proportionate, and her legs were squeezed into a pair of jeans that must've come from the children's rack. To top it off, she wore knee high leather boots, not quite in the cowboy style but much sexier, and her blond hair was braided into pigtails that hung over her shoulders.

Stacy was a northern 'foreigner' like me, and her over-the-top Texan accent was both hilarious and annoying coming from her. "Hey, y'all, come on in. Yer a might bit early but I see you ain't dressed yet. We cain't have that, no sirree, we just cain't have that."

I smiled and hugged her, smacking her butt as I did. "Hi, Stacy. It sounds like the horse you rode in on kicked you in the head."

She laughed. "Yeah, I know, I just wanted to see your reaction. I remember you talking about Texan accents before."

I have nothing against Texans--my mother is from Dallas, as a matter of fact, not to mention I was head-over-heels for a girl from Austin--but good God, some of those rednecks could butcher the English language. Still, I considered many of those redneck fucks my closest friends, and told them so to their faces. They would laugh and call me a "faggot Yankee"--the banter of true friends.

"Ignore him, he's being a pest," Tori said as she leaned in and shared a cheek-kiss with the hostess. "And yes, we do need somewhere to change."

"You can take my room. Damon, the bathroom's right over there."

"Ah, well, if she's getting naked upstairs, I want to go there."

"Too bad. I need to help her get ready, and you're not invited."

I gave Tori a hurtful look. "You're undressing with another girl and you won't let me watch?"

"See what I mean? He's a pest. Don't worry, baby, it'll be worth it." My lovely girlfriend kissed my cheek, then scampered up the stairs with Stacy in tow.

"I doubt that," I sulked. I had been joking, but watching Tori's ass and Stacy's boots disappear around the landing made my disappointment a little real. Cursing mildly to myself, I walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

The year before, power went out across the city one night, and within an hour it was absolute chaos on our end of the campus. Everyone had been afraid their beer would get warm, so all of it had been consumed within ten minutes of the outage. What followed could hardly be called a party, mostly because there weren't enough chicks, but also because the bizarre antics and pranks which ensued had an element of destruction absent most parties (except maybe the very best ones). Most of that night was a blur, but one moment I remember clearly was when a supposed leader of our organization sprinted past wearing nothing but a pair of whitie-tighties and two ascots velcro'd around his waist. I thought to myself, 'Wow, that's a passable loincloth,' then promptly forgot about it for seven months...right up until Tori mentioned her Indian idea. But I wasn't afraid of a light breeze 'rustling my branches' at a house party, so I was going sans particulars, sporting only my ascot velcro'd to my roommate's. A dash of warpaint, a red bandana for a headband, and poof!--instant Indian brave.

I heard the front door open and loud voices coming from the living room, so I slipped out and walked to the kitchen, helping myself to a beer. 

"DAMN, you look hot!"

I turned and smiled at a girl I'd never met before dressed as a sexy French maid. She was staring open-mouthed at my crotch.

"Yeah, man, I kinda want to fuck you myself," said farmer Shane behind her.

"I wouldn't want the sheep you keep at home to get jealous," I replied. 

"Shut the fuck up and gimme a beer," he said. "Damon, this is Becca; Becca, Damon."

Becca quickly recovered and finally looked me in the eye, clearly surprised by her reaction but not at all embarrassed. "Nice to meet you Damon...you aren't wearing anything under that, are you?"

I gave her a quick appraisal. She was obviously an athlete, and carried herself with very erect posture. She seemed...energetic. I gave her a wink. "You are very perceptive. I'm trying to be authentic: the Indians didn't have Fruit of the Loom or Hanes, so here we are."

She pondered that for a moment. "I'm pretty sure they didn't have tattoos..." Then she walked up and brazenly flipped the 'waistband' down, revealing a MADE IN CHINA tag. Her hand held everything in place, so nothing was revealed, but damned if her fingers weren't a bare inch from my package. "Nor did they wear stuff made in Asia." She looked up at me. "Guess you'll just have to take this off, too."

Shane quickly intervened, "Okay, I don't think anyone wants to see that." He took her hand and walked toward more voices coming through the door. "Go put some clothes on, Hiawatha."

"Don't get mad at me if she spends more time tonight looking for my dick than she does looking for yours!" I called after him. He replied with the finger as I finished my beer. I grabbed another and followed them to the main part of the house, where sounds of the party were ramping up.

The room had filled with pirates, Roman senators, athletes, and of course gorgeous college girls in the most creative, slutty attire they could find. Halloween is the best excuse for girls to go crazy, except for possibly Spring Break and Mardi Gras, but bikinis don't have the imagination of, say, a naughty nun outfit. Thus, from the age of 15 I have always been a huge fan of this holiday.

"Hey, look, it's Sacagewea's fuck toy!" 

I greeted Captain Padraig in return, whose idea of getting 'dressed up' was limited to an eyepatch. "Goddamn, dude, are those ascots? Did you buy an extra one?"

"Nope, it's Russ'."

He almost spilled his beer. "Please tell me you asked first."

I just smiled, and he laughed even harder. Before I could say anything else, he looked up and said, "I can't believe...oh, wow."

I noticed several others looking up like he was, so I turned to see what he was staring at, and I instantly swelled with pride. And I do not mean entirely metaphorically, either.

Tori was on the landing, dressed in a simple tan shift that fell in all the right places. It started mid-thigh and barely made it up to a halter-top, and while it looked like cloth at first, there was a shimmer to it that belied a much finer material. Around her waist was a string of turquoise forming a loose belt, and her dark hair draped over her shoulder in one long ponytail with feathers braided into it. She, too, had gone with the warpaint look, and somehow it softened her Asian heritage to something not quite Indian, but still exotically non-Caucasian. She looked dynamite.

Tori was standing mid-stride, looking down at us with a "what did I do?" expression on her face. I was grinning like an idiot, and she fixed me with a "what did you tell them?!" look before Stacy, who was standing behind her, addressed the crowd.

"Hey guys! You all remember Tori, right? Well, stop drooling, because this is Damon's new girlfriend, so she's officially off the market!"

I held up my arms in triumph, high-fiving those nearest me and nodding my head like I'd accomplished something, amidst catcalls and congratulations like, "Go fuck yourself, dude, she is way too hot for you!" and "Put some clothes on, douchebag!" I made my way over to the stairs, but Shane stopped me at the bottom. 

"I'm happy for you, man--really--but you aren't allowed to go up and down stairs unless you put more clothes on."

I laughed, and Tori was already on her way down, so I shook his hand and thanked him before he walked off looking for his maid. Tori stopped 

on the step above me, hands on her hips as she looked me up and down. She regarded me with half-lidded eyes that sparkled with amusement. 

"Really?" she asked rhetorically. "That's all you brought? Two handkerchiefs and some cammie paint?"

I exaggeratedly imitated her gesture and fired back, "This from a girl wearing a brown pillowcase."

She leaned forward, placing her lips on my ear. My eyes never left the crevice above her breasts. "Pillowcases aren't see-through, darling."

My eyes instantly darted around her frame, trying to pick up a hint of nipple or see the skin beneath. It wasn't until I really looked that I realized I could see the floor through the material between her legs. She wasn't kidding.

"Are you even wearing a bra?" I murmured back.

"Wouldn't you like to know," she answered primly.

Yeah, that was exciting. 

"Okay, calm down, Chief, I don't want the velcro to pull apart down there." She took my hand and led me into the party.

Apparently we made quite the couple: everyone wanted to take pictures with us and hear about our new status. By now Tori knew most of my buddies pretty well and felt comfortable around them, and most of them had brought dates who were down for a good time. Eventually we migrated to the garage for beer pong. Along the way someone made the mistake of calling Tori "Pocahontas," which created an opportunity to exhaust every possible "poke" pun I could think of throughout the rest of the night. I'm sure they stopped being funny after the second or third one, but by then my drinking had taken me well beyond the point of "no mouth filter" on the way to "barely coherent." 

Tori caught me eyeing the tense competition over by the table while she chattered with a slutty cop and Becca the maid. 

"Go have fun. I'm going to mingle for awhile," she said. It was a dilemma: I was currently standing with three very good looking, very barely-dressed babes, but I drunkenly reasoned that I would impress them more with victories on the table, so I went forth to conquer and win accolades for my Indian princess.

For the next hour I played and jeered, drinking some but causing others to drink a lot more in an ad hoc tournament of skill, luck, and ultimate endurance. Through it all I watched Tori work her way around the room, talking and laughing comfortably with my friends and their women. Even in the midst of the games I was so proud to be with her, as in the caveman-style thump-my-chest-and-point-at-my-spoils type of pride in what I had achieved. But in one of those strange drunken moments where all sound sort of melts away as you focus intently on something, I watched Tori laugh at something Stacy was saying, and time seemed to slow and everything around her blurred out until all I could see was her smile, her black hair, and the outline of her body through her dress. That moment froze in my mind, a perfect example of her beautiful spirit and how happy she could make me from across the room.

Naturally the moment came to an abrupt halt when Padraig smacked my crotch with the back of his hand to get me back into the game. I swore and took a swing at him, but he just laughed and told me to "Throw the damn ball!"

I looked back to Tori and winked; she smiled and gave a little wave, but she seemed to be listening intently to Stacy. Without looking I threw the ball at the table, bouncing it into a far cup for two points. I eloquently told at Padraig to "Suck it," and the game continued.




Halloween



I probably would have continued playing until I passed out, but after finishing a glorious comeback, Tori suddenly appeared, hooking me by the elbow and pulling me into the corner of the garage. There she virtually attacked me, kissing and running her hands up and down my naked ribs.

After only a few seconds I stopped her. "Okay, I am not going to be able to hide a damn thing if you keep this up," I said, gesturing at my growing tent.

"Then let's go," she said urgently.

"Yep, that sounds good." I grabbed her hand and made a beeline for the kitchen door. The look of cocksure determination and the way I yelled at everyone to GET OUT OF THE WAY left very little ambiguity about my intentions, and the catcalls started again, peppered with colorful language and politically incorrect jibes involving our costumes. Passing through the living room, I was making my way to the front door when Tori stopped me.

"No, babe, I don't want to wait, and Stacy said we could use her room if we want."

What can I say? Stacy was a true friend and a great hostess. 

"Done." I directed her to the staircase, allowing her to go first. I made no attempt to be subtle as I lifted the hem of her costume to look up her backside. She, on the other hand, made no attempt to stop me. Holy shit, no panties...she spent the whole night roaming around commando!

We turned at the landing, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed someone at the bottom of the stairs. Before stepping into the hallway out of sight, I caught a glimpse of a brunette in a maid costume looking up at us.

We barged into a room, I wasn't even sure if it was the right one, and before I could close the door Tori whirled around and resumed her kiss from the garage. I fell back into the door, slamming it shut. Clearly she thought she was directing affairs tonight, but I would have none of it. I grabbed her and spun her around, pinning her to the door. She didn't care. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck as our tongues tied knots.

My hands were in constant motion, feeling her body through the diaphanous material. I slipped my hand under the dress, finding her slit and rubbing it with my knuckle. She was already wet--really wet--and I slipped a finger in. She gasped, then reached down with one hand, pushing the ascot out of the way to grip my rock-hard shaft. She began stroking it as I fingered her. My other hand fondled and pinched a nipple through the thin fabric. We never stopped kissing.

I reached down and stopped her stroking arm, then took my wet fingers out of her pussy. I coated the top of my penis with her juices, then squatted down a little bit. I lifted the front of Tori's dress and quickly slipped my dick between her legs, nestling it horizontally against her labia.

"Wait, Damon, I...I'm not ready yet." She whispered.

"Just relax, baby, I'm not either. But trust me: this is going to feel really good."

With that, I started moving my hips in and out, sliding my shaft back and forth along the lips of her pussy. The feeling of her shaved skin sliding along the top of my cock was unbelievable, and very quickly it was coated with Tori's nectar. This increased the sensation tenfold.

Tori whimpered, and I kissed her again. "So do you want me to stop?" I asked.

"Oh--omigod...." was all she could manage.

I slapped her butt and she whimpered again, then I started sucking on her neck and collarbones. Her erratic breathing became shallower and louder as she started sliding her hips against mine. Tori's mini-orgasm shook through her body and the door rattled behind her. I held back my own orgasm, but only just--the thought of Tori cumming from my cock stimulating her vagina was extremely provocative, even without penetration. 

As her orgasm waned, she pushed me away to cool off. Her hand fell to her side and readjusted the dress. Staring at me with blazing eyes, she knocked on the door. Immediately we heard a replying knock. 

Tori pushed herself off the door and sauntered over toward me, stepping out of her sandals and unsnapping the string of turquoise stones around her waist. "Do you remember that little conversation about getting something for Stacy as a 'thank you' for getting us together?" The doorknob turned.

"Yeah..." my eyes narrowed as I tried to figure out where this was going. Behind Tori the door was opening.

"Well, since you failed to come up with something, I had to work it out with her on my own. Turns out she doesn't want us to *get* something for her; she wants us to *do* something for her."

"Such as..." I still had no clue what was going on, but I was pretty fucking excited. It could only be something awesome: Stacy slipped into the room and shut the door behind her.

I was not disappointed. Tori draped her arms over my shoulders. "She wants to see the fruits of her success." 

"Meaning...??"

Tori leaned in and said in a sultry voice, "She wants to watch."

My eyes shot open and looked over at Stacy leaning against the wall. 

"I saw this relationship coming about long before you guys even met last Spring," she said. "You two are my closest friends, so I know you better than anyone. You are a perfect match for each other, and together you make an unbelievably sexy couple. I will happily take my share of the credit for bringing you together. I like watching beautiful things, and watching you two hook up will definitely fit that bill." She walked over to her vanity and rearranged the chair to face the center of the room. "Please continue...act like I'm not even here."

Not likely. It's one thing to make out in a public place where you might be seen, like the parking lot. Having a dedicated audience was something altogether different. Quite honestly, I had no idea where to start. 

But Tori did. The frenzy in the garage and against the door had passed, replaced with a playful coyness as she lightly kissed around my face and neck while I stupidly tried to process what was going on. The moment of truth came when she slid her hand down my side, coming to a halt above the junction of the two ascots. My universe suddenly hovered above my right hip where Tori's lingering finger slowly gripped the end of the top strap. Suddenly, with a velcro rip Tori undid my costume. The free end and the two halves of the loincloth spiraled around my leg, swinging from my dick like a pendulum. Tori let them hang for a couple seconds before letting them fall to the floor. And just like that, I was naked in front of my girlfriend and her best friend. 

I slowly reached up and cupped Tori's breasts, still recovering from the shock of the moment. I could feel the air circling around my iron rod, and when I thought of Stacy's roving eyes it twitched. 

"Now do me," commanded Tori. "The snaps are under my arm."

I silently obeyed, sliding my hand to her armpit. I could feel the metal snaps cleverly hidden in the folds of the material. All night I had marveled at the tight fit of her costume; here was the secret. Not that her incredible body needed any help, but flattery is always appreciated. I found the top fastener, but decided to go for something equally dramatic in disrobing my girlfriend for our spectator. 

I lightly gripped Tori's chin, pushing her back from my earlobe. I ran my fingers through her dark hair as I stared into her smoldering green eyes. My other hand traced the buttons down her side. When I reached the bottom, I systematically worked my way back up, unsnapping one...by one...by one...

I paused at the last one. I felt some incredible weight on my chest as my heart hammered in anticipation. I knew the body underneath, I had seen it so many times in the preceding weeks, and yet...everything was just amplified in Stacy's presence.

"Do it, Damon," Tori whispered.

-snap-

The silky material fell away, revealing the goddess beneath. My guess at the beginning of the night had been correct: no undergarments at all. I brought both hands up to her head now, pulling her in for a deep kiss. I heard a sliding-rustling coming from Stacy, then a thump, followed by more rustling and another thump. I glanced over to see her boots lying on the floor. Looking at her, she was gazing at us with rapt attention as her hand slipped down the front of her pants.

I closed my eyes and pressed my body into Tori's, slotting my cock between her legs again. There was no hurry this time, but the slow rocking of our bodies still produced quite the response from Tori's sensitive sex. I could feel a new coating of her over me, this time leaking around the entire shaft. It slipped between her thighs, across her clit. She twitched every time the bulb of my little head rubbed against it.

Satisfied that she was fully aroused again, I stepped back and lightly pushed down on her shoulders. She immediately complied, dropping to her knees. Her eyes focused on my offering, and she promptly took it in hand, running her tongue from base to tip. She did it again on each side, licking her juices off of me before she lined up and took me into her mouth. 

Wet, velvet warmth enveloped my cock. I could feel her tongue sliding up and down the shaft, cleaning it as she replaced her girl honey with saliva. Her hands were on my waist, so I pulled them off and told her to play with herself. Then I took her braid in hand and metered her rhythm.

I looked up at Stacy, who was watching Tori's bobbing head and breathing deeply. Her pants were undone and her hand had disappeared into them up to the wrist. In the glow of the streetlight outside the window I could see the tendons in her forearms moving rapidly beneath the skin. She tore her eyes from my girlfriend rolling my balls around in her mouth and looked up at me. I gestured one-handedly for her to unbutton the rest of her pearl-snap shirt. For several seconds she gave no response, then slowly reached up with her free hand and wordlessly did so. Her bright red bra came into full view as she undid the last button and the shirt halves fell to the side. Her free hand then started tracing along the outside of her bra.

My attention returned to Tori, whose face was turned up to mine as she licked the underside of my sac. She seemed totally unconcerned that my cock was lying across her left eye and forehead and my balls were resting on her cheek. I could see her jaw moving as her tongue swept slowly across my taint. I took myself in hand and started stroking. Her liberal use of tongue provided excellent lubrication, and when Tori took my balls in her mouth again and started humming I lost it. At the moment of release she pulled back and opened her mouth around the head of my spurting cock. Most of it went in her mouth, but the first two shots had streaked across her nose and cheeks, crisscrossing the Indian warpaint. Mouth gaping open, she languidly winked at me, then turned to show Stacy my load in her mouth and on her face before she swallowed it. 

I took her by the braid and faced her back towards me. With a finger I scooped the errant cum into her mouth, then stuck my finger in, too. She sucked it clean and swallowed again. I leaned down and licked around her dirty face, then kissed her open-mouthed, unconcerned with the strange taste of her tongue. She smiled as she kissed me back, swirling her tongue in my mouth while still fingering herself.

I stood back up and pointed to the bed. She rose and sauntered over, ass swaying. I watched her first few steps, then looked to Stacy, pointing at her pants and gesturing for her to take them off. My terse movements made it clear this wasn't a suggestion, and there was no hesitation this time. I watched long enough to get a glimpse at her dainty red panties with a dark spot at the crotch before walking to the bed and burying my face between Tori's spread legs.

There was no finesse--I licked, sucked, and finger-fucked Tori's weeping pussy with abandon. I wasn't rough, exactly, but I was very forceful and none too-gentle in pushing two fingers in knuckle-deep repeatedly while I nibbled her clit. Tori responded enthusiastically, moaning loudly and playing with her nipples. 

"You like this, don't you, baby? You love having your pussy eaten in front of your best friend, don't you?" I asked between sucks on her labia.

She continued moaning, so I kept going. "You said this was for her, but it's really for you, isn't it? You want to be seen while I'm licking your vagina...moaning, playing with your tits, thrashing on Stacy's bed while she watches you and plays with her own clit..."

Tori moaned louder and I returned to tongue-flicking her nub. Tori's head fell to the side and her eyes came open. I could tell she was looking at Stacy; apparently she hadn't noticed Stacy diddling herself.

"That's right," I said, "She's so turned on by us that she's fingering herself right now. Seeing you suck my cock and swallow my cum has made her wet and excited. You are so sexy when you are turned on that your cute girlfriend is turned on by you."

I looked over Tori's leg at Stacy, who was flushed and frigging herself rapidly. "Isn't that right, Stac? You liked watching Tori take my dick in her mouth, and now you're getting turned on by my girlfriend's writhing body, aren't you?"

She simply nodded, staring wide-eyed back at Tori. "Take off your bra and panties, Stacy." As if in a trance she swiftly complied. Her perky breasts, probably no bigger than an A-cup but fitted perfectly for her ultra-petite frame, pointed out at me with surprisingly dark nipples, and she was blonde through-and-through. By the shine of her hand I could tell she was sopping wet.

"And you, my dirty slut, what more do you want?" I asked the lithe, sweating beauty before me.

"Anything," she whimpered.

"Anything? Really?" I considered that for a moment. "Well then, I'm going to lick your asshole. I'm going to lick you there because it's my turn to play with your ass, and you're a dirty girl and you deserve it. Do you object to that?"

"No..."

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Yes...please..."

"Why?"

"Because I want Stacy to see it..."

That took me by surprise. It was definitely not the answer I expected, but to this day I cannot think of anything hotter she could have said.

I quickly stood and lifted Tori's feather-light body into position with her lower body now facing Stacy. 

"Get where you can see this," I told Stacy curtly. I could hear the chair sliding across the carpet as I took Tori's legs and pushed her knees up to her shoulders, lewdly exposing her secret region.

"You're going to finger yourself while I'm doing this." Her only response was to move her hand into position and start rubbing.

Without ceremony I knelt down and went at it. I held her open with my hands, running my tongue up and down her crack. I could feel her shiver each time I passed over the rosebud. After a few runs her moaning resumed, and I knew she was ready. I attacked her with my tongue, licking and probing and doing everything else I could think of. Her moaning increased and I could feel the back of her hand stroking faster. I had never done this before, but I treated it like a clitoris and that seemed to be working just fine. 

Between rimming the hole and broad sweeps up and down the crack I had her approaching orgasm. I reached up and pressed a finger into her pussy, increasing her pleasure. As she reached the brink, I slid my lubed-up finger out of her pussy and down to her nether hole, and slipped it in to the first knuckle, then the second.

She went crazy, bucking her hips and screaming my name. I did my best to hold her down so I could keep licking around the ring, and I could feel pussy juice running around my mouth and finger. As her spasms slowed, I slowly pulled my finger out, replacing it with my tongue until her hands pushed me away.

"Enough! I can't take anymore!" she gasped.

I stood, releasing Tori's leg, which draped over the side of the bed with the other. She was covered in sweat, and her breasts heaved with every breath. That gave me an idea.

I knelt onto the bed, straddled her chest. Her breasts were just big enough if I squeezed them together...

"Stacy, put a pillow under her head."

Our hostess stood up from behind me and walked to the bed. I felt the mattress shift as she crawled past us to the headboard, where she grabbed a pillow and placed it under Tori's head, propping it up facing my penis. Stacy then rearranged the other pillows and lay back on them, facing me with her legs spread.

"Did you cum yet?"

She shook her head.

"Are you ready to? Because I doubt I'm going to last very long." Tori was leaning forward and I could feel her tongue already slithering around the head of my cock.

Stacy nodded emphatically. "Good," I said, and I began rocking my hips.

I have never been a big fan of titty-fucking, but while I had been tossing my girlfriend for the first time, a change came over me. Up to this moment our trysts had been sensual (even the blowjobs in the parking lot), always an incredible experience for me because I held Tori in such awe. But with my finger in her asshole and my tongue licking around it, I saw her for the first time in a purely sexual manner, as an incredibly beautiful vessel devoted to pleasuring me. This wasn't hubris speaking--her enthusiastic sucking around my cock and the finger tracing up and down my ass told me she felt the same way about all of this. But some of the mystique, which had been holding me back, fell away, and I moved her hands to take over squeezing her breasts together as I grabbed her head and rocked it fore and aft to increase the depth my cock penetrated her mouth with each thrust. She moaned in response and pinched her nipples.

I heard panting up by the headboard. Looking up, I could see the glazed stare of our hostess boring down on my cock sliding between Tori's breasts. One hand frantically strummed her clit while the other rested peacefully on her stomach. "Two hands, Stacy; do it right," I said, pointing. Her eyes never left my cock as her hand drifted down and two fingers slipped into her pussy.

After cumming once already, I thought I could hold out longer the next time around, but the sheer kinkiness of burying my face in Tori's sublime ass, then making her cum with my finger in her asshole, all while under the steamy gaze of our sexy hostess, had revved my libido in record time. The desire to use Tori, not just in growing affection or adoration but as a raw manifestation of my lust, drove my hips into the valley of her chest with unremitting intensity, seeking to drive the head of my cock as deeply into her mouth as I could. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and I grunted as her tongue licked the sensitive underside of my dick.

Steadily the pleasure built, both from the feeling of her sweaty breasts and mouth around my dick and from the stimulation of Stacy's two-handed masturbation mere feet away, and soon I could feel the familiar churning building in my balls. As the sensation spread to my cock and raced down the shaft, I pushed her head back into the pillow, looking down into her green eyes as I groaned, shuddered, and released. The first rope landed thickly across Tori's face up to her forehead, followed by two successive blasts across her mouth, nose, and chin. Her back arched as she continued sliding her breasts over my cock, enhancing my orgasm as she tried to catch as much of my load with her mouth as she could.

Meanwhile, Stacy matched me with her own orgasm. Her sexual release was accompanied with a rapid "Oh....oh...oh!" and her back arched into the pillow settee she was propped up against.

The fourth jet weakly landed on Tori's chin, and the last few spurts from my cock spread across her neck and breasts. The intensity of my orgasm had bordered on painful, and I knew my dick was going to be sore the next day, but this was worth it. Tori was smiling up at me, her face streaked with cum and warpaint, and I could smell Stacy's sweetly pungent pussy from across the bed. Apparently she was even more of a gusher than Tori when she came. My cock throbbed painfully as I took in Stacy's sexy pixie body one last time.




Halloween



"You made quite a mess there, Damon," she said to me slyly. "May I help clean her up?"

"Yeah, by all means," I said, thinking she would hop up and get a washcloth. Instead she crawled over and started licking the cum from my 

girlfriend's face. Tori seemed just as surprised as I was, but she soon started moving her face around Stacy's tongue, then tilted her head back to give the former cowgirl access to her neck and chest.

Stacy casually lifted my cock out of the way, inducing more painful throbbing in her quest for my jizz. She finished sucking the last little puddle above Tori's collarbone, then she sat back on her haunches wiping the lower half of her face.

"I couldn't believe how hot Tori looked when she turned around and swallowed your cum. I just couldn't resist doing that, seeing the mess you made all over her pretty face." She grinned lopsidedly at me. "I hope you'll pardon the intrusion."

"No problem here," I grinned back at her. "Was that okay for you, baby?" I asked, looking down.

Tori just smiled up at me and nodded her head. I looked back to Stacy. "I hope that performance was up to your expectations."

"Oh, God, that was AMAZING! You two are hotter than I ever imagined. You could make tons of money if you filmed that."

"Hear that, babe? We could be porn stars! Wanna give it a try?"

Tori's face pinched up cutely as she shook her head. "Maybe in the future...the very distant future. Right now I just want to cuddle up and go to sleep."

"Sounds good to me. Oh, look at that, we're already on a queen-sized bed...Stacy, do you mind if we sleep here tonight?"

"Only if I get to cuddle, too," she answered.

I dismounted Tori and slid into the sheets. As the naked girls settled in on both sides, it occurred to me that we'd been at it for over an hour and certainly looked and smelled like it. 

"Is that going to be a problem?" I asked. 

"Nah, we'll shower in the morning," replied the World's Greatest Hostess.

I liked the sound of that...



Halloween



It was a couple of days until Halloween, Annie heard screams coming from Laurie's bedroom like she was being murdered. Quickley she ran into her room and seen her friend tossing and turning. She turned on the light and ran over to the bed and grabbed Laurie. This woke her up as she started swinging her arms around as if she was fighting her off. When she finally realized where she was she settled down and start crying, complaining that she couldn't do anything, not even sleep. 

Annie climbed in bed with her, wrapped her arms around there and laid there rocking back in forth with her trying her best to comfort her obviously horrified friend. As the 2 of them laid there Laurie reminded herself that that is why her and Annie used to be so close and in Annie's mind they still were. But it seemed like Laurie couldn't remember why most of the time. She thought of Annie as a reminder of what happened that Halloween night. As if it were her fault and seeing Annie everyday made it difficult to live with herself, seeing Annie's scars.

But lying there in Bed with Annie comforting her she remembered that they weren't friends, they were more like sisters and no matter what they couldn't live without each other. They truly loved each other. It was a love that neither understood. But it was a love that they both needed, It comforted Annie knowing that Laurie needed her and it comforted Laurie knowing that Annie would always be there for her.

Later on Annie went down and cooked breakfast while her dad, the sheriff of Haddonfield, hurried out the door and on his way to work. Laurie sat down at the table watching Annie finish cooking their breakfast she remembered one of her last memories of that night, Annie talking about the homecoming dance that was coming up. She told Laurie that she needed a boyfriend, Laurie replied "I don't need a boyfriend," Annie responded by acting like she was having sex with Laurie by pushing her up against the wall and humping her as she repeated herself and they both busted out laughing.

She was thinking about that and about Annie holding her and she wasn't sure why, but for some reason it was kind of turning her on. The more she thought about it the more down she got, thinking about how she was still a virgin and almost 20 years old. Laurie had gone from a good school girl that was going to go to college but instead barely graduated from high school all because this fucking guy she don't even know decided he would kill her family and all her friends. Nice life she thought to herself.

As she sat there and ate her mind wondered back to Annie, and how many boyfriends Annie had when she was in high school and that just made her feel even worse especially considering that Michael Myers had killed her most recent boyfriend Paul that night. He had also killed their other friend Linda and her boyfriend as well. She often thought of that night and how unfair it was that it happened to her.

But she was very thankful to have a friend like Annie, even though she didn't show it. A friend who took her in and treated her like family as she struggled through her fucked up life. Laurie was feeling very depressed and very angry as she started to talk to Annie, she told her that she didn't want to see her therapist anymore and she confessed that the only person that she truly wanted to talk to was Annie. She said that she wanted to talk to her but she didn't care what she had to say. Annie gave her a heartbroken look and told her that she would listen to every word of it.

Laurie just yelled at her and went back to her room leaving her friend sitting there almost in tears. A couple of hours past and Laurie returned back down stairs, Annie just assumed that she was leaving. Laurie popped her head into the living room, Annie was sitting on the couch watching one of the Friday the 13th movies. Laurie slowly wondered into the room and sat down by her friend. She told her that she was sorry for lashing out on her and that she knew it wasn't easy for her either.

She grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and cuddled up next to her friend who hadn't said a word to her since she came back down. Every time something scary would happen Laurie would clinch her best friends arm tighter and tighter. Annie knew that Laurie had never liked horror movies but a smiled came over her face finally when Laurie let out a little yelp and turned her face away from the t.v almost shaking with fear. 

Annie thought it was so cute when Laurie got scared, because she always wanted to cover her eyes. As Laurie laid there with her face dug into Annie's chest, Annie began to run her fingers through Laurie's hair. Laurie thought how great it was to have Annie comfort her, she was really in heaven when it was just the two of them she thought.

The T.V was turned up pretty loud when the sound of two people moaning caused both girls to giggle like little kids. Both girls knew all about each others sexual past. Laurie knew all about Annie's boyfriends and Annie knew all about Laurie being a virgin. There was almost nothing that was a secret between these two. Almost nothing.

Neither one of them knew it but, before everything happened they had a thing for each other. Really the 2 of them and their friend Linda, who was killed on that night, all would flirt with each other and even though nothing ever happened they all secretly fantasized about each other. 

As the moans got louder and faster both girls could feel themselves getting wet, Annie was getting wet from watching the sex on TV and having Laurie pressed up against her, Laurie was getting wet from hearing the moans and feeling Annie's hand on her head, the two girls could feel the heat coming off of each others bodies. 

Laurie turned around to look at the TV and when she did her face brushed up against Annie's hard tender nipple causing her to shutter and let out a little moan. This little moan made Laurie even hotter and wetter. When Laurie turned back to face Annie, they were looking each other in the eyes. Both girls turned on and breathing hard, All Laurie could say was "I Love You." Annie responded by saying the exact same thing as Laurie leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the lips, after not saying anything she leaned in again this time putting her tongue in her friends mouth.

They sat there and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Laurie felt Annie's hand pushing the back of her head and running her fingers through her hair again. Finally they broke the kiss. Both girls were getting even wetter as they started kissing again. Annie rolled over on top of Laurie who was sitting next to her, she was sitting on her knees looking downward at the hot blonde as they continued to explore each others mouths. Slowly, Laurie started to thrust her hip upwards, dry fucking her best friend while both girls moaned with pleasure.

Laurie put her hands on Annie's hips and pulled her shirt up, breaking the kiss just long enough to get the shirt over her head before they found each others mouths again. Both girls couldn't help but think about how crazy this was. Just then a loud noise caused them to break the kiss. Both girls jumped and that sent Annie, who was on top of Laurie, crashing to the floor backwards. 

Both girls started to laugh after they realized that the noise had come from the movie. Laurie crawled on the floor and was now laying on top of Annie. From her waste down she had Annie's legs wrapped around her. They continued to kiss as Laurie thrust her hips no downward and making sure that she rubbed their pussies against their jeans and against each other. While both girls kissed and giggled Laurie felt Annie reach down and try to pull her shirt off, the baggy t shirt slid right off as they stopped kissing for just a second. 

Laurie then started unbuttoning Annie's pants and Annie felt her jeans slide down just to the middle of her thighs. Just far enough for Laurie to get a good look at her black panties. Then slowly and tenderly she began to kiss her lips again, then she worked down to her neck, then she stopped and slowly kissed both of her nipples, she she sucked on each one of them for a couple of seconds before continuing down her stomach.

Annie though it felt amazing having her friends mouth all over her chest and her stomach, feeling her lips gently kissing her belly button almost made her climax immediately. She finally reached the top of Annie's panties and she kissed her pussy through her panties and she could feel her hot fluids on her lips and she knew she needed more. She put her hands on both of Annie's sides and slowly pulled her panties down til they reached her jeans. She then pulled both her jeans and her panties the rest of the way down and tossed them off to the side. 

She slowly lowered her head down until she could smell and taste the sweet aroma coming from her sisters pussy. Shen then buried her face as deep as she could into Annie causing Annie to moan and beg her to keep going. Annie knew she wouldn't be able to take much of this as Laurie tongue fucked her on her living room floor. She then pulled Laurie's head up as far as she could against her wet throbbing pussy ready to explode as Laurie licked and played with her clit. Then she shuttered and moaned as her eyes rolled up in the back of her head. It was by far the best orgasm she had ever felt. 

As Laurie got up still licking her friends cum off of her face she unbuttoned her pants and in one motion slid them and her panties to the ground. She then sat down on the couch and motioned her friend towards her. Annie came over and got down on her knees as she pushed Laurie back, causing both girls to laugh. Slowly Laurie raised her right leg and placed it on Annie's left shoulder, turning her head Annie kissed her foot and then kissed all the way up her leg until she got to her upper thigh, moaning Laurie sat her left leg on Annie's right shoulder and Annie kissed all the way up her leg until she reached her pussy. Annie then went on to slowly teasing Laurie's pussy, rubbing her nose against it and dipping her tongue in it just a little bit. Then she slowly tickled her clit with her tongue. Before diving into it. Laurie wished that they could stay like that forever but before she knew it she was already wanting to cum. 

She held it as long as she could before exploding all over her friend. Annie swallowed most of her creamy juices, Laura knelt down and licked some of her own juices off of Annie's face before Annie could swallowed the rest of it. The two just cuddled up on the coach naked for the rest of the day, watching scary movies and taking turns getting off.



Halloween



"You coming to my fucking party tonight?!"

"Yeah man, of course dude!"

"It's gonna be fucking off the hook!" 

"Kevin, perhaps you can share the details of your party after class?" 

Our history teacher Mr Langmead was staring over at us exasperatedly. 

"What are you doing tonight sir? Do you wanna come to my party?" Kevin was grinning foolishly back at Langmead like he always did: fearless and stupid. 

Kevin was my mate and all but the guy was thick as bricks, his parents were always in the States on business of some sort -- Kev had no idea what -- and so he was left to his own devices in a mansion in Highgate looking directly onto Hampstead Heath. There was a pool in the basement as well as a hot tub and steam room where I'd fucked my girlfriend Millie last week. Millie was sat next to me in her drab grey uniform combing her frighteningly straight blonde hair. She was beautiful, of that there could be no doubt, delicate cheekbones, heart shaped lips and pale blue eyes. She was also the most fucking boring person I'd ever known. She spent all her spare time in beauty salons with Kev's girlfriend Amy who was a clone of Millie: shiny blonde hair, blue eyes, full pink lips and a tiny button nose that made her look ridiculously innocent. Both of them had perfect unblemished skin and toned bodies with medium sized breasts. They were Barbie dolls and having sex with Millie was like fucking a doll: dull, unsatisfying and mildly disturbing. 

We were what you called the popular set primarily because we had oodles of money and were stupidly good looking. I mean everyone in the school had money, it was a private school after all, but nobody had contacts like Kev and our other mate Jason did and nobody threw parties like Kev. So in many ways it wasn't money, it was just Kev -- he was the man and nobody was going to change that. 

I'd known Kev for my whole life, we lived next door until I was 11 and then my parents divorced. My mother didn't want me so I moved with my father to Hampstead about half an hour away from Kev. Had our friendship changed? Not really. We hung out, we went to the same parties, took the same drugs, drank the same booze and dated the same girls. Millie and Amy were best friends so naturally when Kev asked Amy out I began to date Millie. I had no interest in her and I presumed she felt the same way about me but that would have required her feeling something and I found that hard to fathom. 

"Come on class it's only for twenty minutes now please show some respect, she was a member of this school just like you." Langmead breaks my train of thought and I remember it is the 31st of October, the day Claire Allsop died. 

Well I say died but nobody actually found a body. It was three years ago now but already the novelty had worn off, as we left the classroom and into the main theatre everyone was chatting animatedly about Kev's party, outfits, who they were going to sleep with -- anything but Claire Allsop. I sat down next to Jason Magdorf and his girlfriend Tamsin, a hard nosed bitch who hated me since I fucked her a year ago just before I met Millie. We were both drunk but I knew what I was doing, she'd been dating Jason since the start of secondary school and always made a big deal out of being a one guy kind of girl and how she was saving herself for when she turned eighteen. So naturally I wanted to test this code and the most surprising thing was how easy it was. She'd initiated it dragging me up to her room at some party when Jason was actually downstairs. She gave great head, which made me doubt her strict prissy code of honour. Who knows? What I did know was I fucked her before Jason did and that was immensely satisfying. 

Jason was a prick: he was captain of the Rugby team and was the reason we were languishing in mid-table. I think he had his suspicions about Tamsin and me after fuckgate because he was constantly sledging me every match. I ignored it but in training I made sure to hit him hard in every tackle sometimes seeking him out to crunch him. I was four inches taller than him so there was little he could do, the long dirty haired twat. 

"As you well know today is a tragic day in the history of this school." Principal Hopper was on his plinth holding court on his favourite of days: centre stage, a chance to sermonise on faith and maybe some fake tears for the governors. 

Claire disappeared when we were in year 10 so we must have been 15 or so. I had spoken to her once in a Maths class when I was paired up with her for some 'group learning'. She was shy and quiet so when she disappeared I wasn't surprised. It's always the quiet ones. The photograph standing on the stage next to Hopper was of her in the drab grey uniform, unsmiling and without make-up. Clearly there weren't any others. 

She was fairly pretty with ethereal blonde hair and ghostly pale skin but she was incredibly skinny and always wore grey to make her slide into the background I guess. We were forced to attend her funeral and it was a rather morbid affair, she had no parents (nobody knew why) and the only person who spoke was Hopper so presumably she had no one else. It turned out no one knew anything about her, she was a ghost who only became noticed when she disappeared. The police went to her address but found the house empty and vacant. There was no other way of contacting her so the police declared her as a missing person. But a week later somewhat mysteriously a note was found on top of a white cardigan by a man walking his dog on the Heath and the police decided a verdict of suicide was the simplest solution and that was that. Hopper lived off it implementing Bible study as compulsory learning and daily sermons in the small church on the school grounds. 

"Tonight is not a time for celebration it is a time of reflection and prayer. I implore all of you to banish the devil from your souls and ask for forgiveness." 

Kev snorted and various murmurings of "yeah right" wafted over the hall much to Hopper's annoyance. 

"Silence!" 

The room went deadly silent.

"Now let us pray." He utters with a smug self satisfied smirk. 

"So Carrington when are you coming over?" 

We are standing outside the school's black wrought iron gates, the sky a pitiless grey threatening rain but none as yet falls from the hell above. Millie and Amy are 'busy' touching up their make up, Tamsin and Jason are making out against the side of Jason's sleek new Bentley that his Dad bought for him after he passed his driving test a week ago. I'm quietly sickened that he is driving a Bentley at 17 but I don't show my disgust as it would make him think I'm jealous. And the fact is my father bought me a Porsche 911 in black last week. I just didn't want anyone to know about it so I only drove it at night slinking through the dark shadows of North London to the sound of screaming. It's a compilation of the best horror movie screams: I particularly enjoy Shelley Duvall's Wendy Torrance in The Shining and the pleading girl at the end of Tobe Hooper's Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I find it soothes me when I cannot sleep which has been often recently. 

"So Carrington, when?" I drift back to focus on Kev. My name is Michael but we call each other by our surname. 

"I'll be there around eight-ish Poulter chill the fuck out." I reply irritably. 

"Carrington buddy relax, it's fucking Halloween, we're gonna get smashed on champagne and Dad sent some of those new cigars over from Cuba." 

"I'll see you later guys. Millie, are you coming to my place or going straight there?" I ask desperate for her to say she's going with Amy. 

"You know Amy and I have a facial at five." She snaps back. 

"Yes but from who?!" Kev laughs maniacally at his own joke. Millie and Amy look disgustedly at Kev and walk off down the leafy lane towards where Amy lives in a stonking mansion close to the size of Kev's but less grandiose. 

Kev has spotted one of his drug dealer mates over the road and hails him over no doubt to buy some coke. I can't be bothered to join him so without saying goodbye to Jason or Tamsin I cross the road and head onto the Heath. 

I like the Heath at this time: birds squawking in the trees, leaves falling about my feet to signal autumn in full flight and the ever strengthening breeze that with every howl promises rain. 

My house is hidden away off the main road that runs alongside Hampstead Heath. It's a large brown brick house on four floors with large windows that have the curtains always drawn and a roof terrace that overlooks the whole of the Heath and far beyond. My father is away on business in Europe and as he is rarely home this makes little difference to me. My father had plenty of one night stands when away but he had yet to bring anyone home who was remotely serious. My mother on the other hand had married some rich Swiss banker and lived on Lake Luzern. I had not spoken to her since she had left my father. 

I toss my keys onto the kitchen counter and open the floor to ceiling refrigerator for a Bud. I'm struck by how empty the fridge is, Ocado were meant to deliver yesterday but there was a problem with the order. Looked like I would have to order in tonight. I scrolled down my contacts and ordered a Tandoori Hot from Domino's with extra chilli and garlic sauce: it seemed appropriate for Halloween. I cooked most evenings, I found it extremely satisfying and it gave me a chance to pass the time whilst being creative. I was a straight A student but nothing excited me about my subjects. With cooking I saw endless possibilities, roads untraveled, room for manoeuvre. It was the one area of my life I felt completely in control and focused. 

Kev hated it here. As did the rest of the group. My house was cold and sterile. It was ultra modern, everything seemed to be marble but it was all dark grey. My father had been in a dark place when he ordered redecorating the house. When he was home -- which was rarely -- he slept upstairs in the top bedroom that overlooked the Heath. I took the basement lounge/bedroom when he was home but when he was away I used the top room. Kev and the others couldn't understand why I left large areas of the house unused, curtains drawn and in pitch blackness. I liked it better this way, I grew sick and tired of hanging around with all of them anyway, particularly Millie who complained incessantly about the wallpaper and how far it was from her house despite her driving here in ten minutes max. The doorbell rang and I paid the delivery guy a generous tip as he was dressed in a pumpkin helmet and matching orange overalls. He reminded me of a member of Slipknot and that made me smile. 

Up in my bedroom I look out of the panoramic windows, glorying in the bleakness of the dead rising once again. I had never understood Halloween until I visited Canada when I was 12 and I saw the houses dressed in a thousand lights, surrounded by scarecrows and glowing jack o' lanterns. Trick or treat meant something, the mythology of Halloween burned brighter than I had ever imagined it could. At home it had grown from a nothing event preceding Guy Fawkes Night into a commercial behemoth to squeeze a little more money before Christmas. When I was younger we would trick or treat half heartedly knocking on unanswered doors until we gave up and what we did amass was taken off us by whichever gang of youths was roaming the streets. The last three years had been a slight improvement but only just: Kev's party. And that wasn't exactly a Halloween party. It resembles the party Lindsay Lohan goes to in Mean Girls -- girls dress slutty and guys either make no effort or just look like dickheads. 

The previous years I had gone as Leatherface (sadly it was lost on everyone as Chainsaw was before 1990), Ghostface (generic, I wasn't in a creative mood) and last year I went all out and got the full Pennywise costume, make up, the boots...I even read Stephen King's fucking opus to know everything about the character. It's incredible how much kids hate clowns: every little trick or treater I passed ran away crying to their mummies who promptly attempted to dress me down on how I shouldn't be scaring little kids to which I replied with a wide grin "In the end they all float!" That scared them off. 

I took it a little to far with Kev's younger brother Charlie though. After I'd grown bored of the party I went upstairs to the bathroom adjacent to Charlie's room and hid in the bathtub closing the curtain as I did so. And sure enough the kid needs a piss so after about thirty minutes of twiddling my thumbs the kid comes into the bathroom not bothering to switch the light on and begins to take a piss. I start murmuring "They all float, they all float" and he stutters "whose there" and I hear the fear in his voice. I go silent and that makes him breathe faster beginning to whimper "whose there, whose there?!" And just as he flicks the light switch on I rip the curtain open and scream "Your Worst Nightmare!" and chase him out of the room cackling. Apparently he never used that bathroom again (it mattered little as it was one of ten in the house) and he had nightmares for weeks according to his nanny who gave me a pretty severe dressing down when I went over to play FIFA at Kev's. It was all worth it though: Charlie hid whenever I went over and he'd become a lot less irritating, something even Kev was appreciative of even if he had no intention of saying it. Anyway this year I would have to tone it down so I'd gone for a nice simple Corey Taylor/Michael Myers combo: black jeans, black t-shirt and black sports jacket with a genuine replica Michael Myers mask that I'd altered slightly with a circle around the left eyehole and a touch of scrubbing that roughened up the texture of the mask. 

I brushed my teeth thoroughly and gargled with Listerine. I wasn't sure whether to wear the mask before I got to the party. Pennywise had been inspired but walking down the road looking like a raged maniac could cause a few problems with the police, who constantly roamed the streets on Halloween. No I'd better put it in the pocket of the black jacket. 

Night had fallen when I left the house around 7.45, the wind had died down but the chill remained. Streetlights blazed through the rising mist illuminating the dead. I turned into the Heath enjoying the crunch my black Timberland's made on the gravel beneath my feet. Joggers in fluorescent yellow passed me in misty blurs. The path needled down under a cloak of twisting fog and gnarled treetops. 

"Hey mate you got a 'gret?" 

I stopped suddenly and looked over at a girl sitting on a park bench chewing gum. She was chavvy, street trash: there were plenty of them around London, lots of attitude, rough and slutty. This one was wearing a tight grey McKenzie hoodie over super skinny bleached blue jeans. Her brown hair was scraped back into a bun magnifying her reasonably pretty face: small nose, pronounced eyelashes outlined in black and full pink lips. 

"So you got a 'gret then?" 'Gret is a cigarette. 

"Yeah man." I pull out a whole pack of Marlboro Lights. I don't smoke but you wouldn't believe how many girls you can pull just by offering them a cigarette. 

"I'll give you a blowjob for the pack." She slurs. 

"The whole pack?" I'm teasing her. 

"Come on mate I'll fucking give you a blowjob right here and now." How old was she? 15? 16? 

"Alright then." 

"Come then." She gets up and I follow her into a heavily wooded area, the ground swamped with a bed of dead leaves. Pale rays of light shine from the streetlights on the main path. She lowers herself down to her knees and unbuckles my jeans pulling out my cock that is half erect. Without hesitation she sucks me in and begins to work her tongue over the shaft. She must have plenty of practice because she sucks like a champion taking me deeper and deeper slurping loudly as she does so. She doesn't look up at me once as if she is consuming a meal and has no other interest. I run my fingers through her hair and push her head deeper into my member. I feel my tip hit the back of her throat making her gag and she releases me coughing up flecks of sticky fluid. 

"Do you wanna see my tits then?" 

"Stand up."

Obediently she rises. I unzip her hoodie to reveal a tight grey vest that clings to her plentiful breasts. I push her down to the bed of leaves below and rip off the vest not surprised to find she is braless. Her tits are firm and shiver in the cold night. I massage them roughly before sucking her pert nipples in hungrily. She groans her breath coming out in plumes of smoke. I slide my hands down to her jeans and unbuckle the belt. She wriggles out from underneath me. 

"Nah mate I'm not letting you fuck me now give me the 'gret's." Her voice is shrill. 

I push her into the back of a tree and slide her jeans down and push my hand down into her white panties stroking her clit. She tries to push me away but lets out a sudden cry of exaltation. I lean in and whisper into her pierced ear. 

"Has anyone ever licked your clit before?" 

"N-n-no." She stutters. 

I slide down, my tongue ravenously coursing over her bare breasts and pierced tummy button. Easing her panties down I find a small golden ring piercing that sends a raging spasm of excitement up my spine. I tongue her dark pink clit feverishly sliding her lips apart and moistening every crevice of her vagina. She howls at the moon moaning louder and louder her juices flowing out onto my chapped lips. 

"Ok! Ok! Please!" She wails, 

I rise up and slip my fingers into her mouth. She sucks greedily slurping up every last mouthful. My hands sweep over her skin sending rivulets of heat into her cool skin. The mist is rising around us casting us in a veil of smoke. She leans in and asks in a pleading voice. 

"Please fuck me up the ass." 

I look at her sadly. She's too young to die but I have no choice. I turn her to face the tree and bend her over so her tight asshole is inches from my cock. 

"Please! Come on!" She pleads. 

I plunge the knife into her heart. She yelps in shock but the cold subdues her once she hits the ground. Her face is contorted in an expression of exalted surprise. I remove the knife and wipe it down with a leaf. I redress her and lay her down on the softest blanket of leaves placing the knife beside her. I kiss her on the forehead and place the cigarettes in her left hand. My penis is still moist as I jack off over the girl's body. I buckle my jeans and carefully pull the mask out of the jacket pocket. Positioning it over my face I pull the strap around my head and reach into my other pocket. I hold a small capsule of petrol and drizzle it over the body and I'm thinking of pancakes covered in Maple syrup, I might have some for breakfast tomorrow morning. I move away from the body my head bowed in sadness. I turn back and light a match, watching the flame flicker in the marauding mist. I flick the match and watch the flames engulf this poor soul. 

"Carrington why do you always have to come as a psychopath man? It's getting fucking old dude." Jason is speaking but I am half asleep. I've only been at the party for an hour and already I am bored out of my mind. 

"It's because Carrington thinks he is special somehow." Tamsin spits out. 

"Hey dude is that Millie Potter kissing Damien Lindegaard?" Some guy whose name escapes me is pointing animatedly over at Millie making out with Damien next to the 50 inch plasma adorning the main opposite wall of the cavernous lounge. 

"Shit! That is Millie Potter!" Gasps of incredulity sweep over the room like a rash. Faces turning like clockwork their hands directed at me. I raise my eyes to them and sigh inwardly. What do they want from me? A violent reaction? I'm not a violent person. An emotional reaction? I'm not particularly emotional. Any kind of reaction? What none of them understood was that I had no interest in Millie or anyone else in the room. 




Halloween



"Carrington are you going to do anything?" Tamsin is looking over at me disgustedly. 

I return her gaze and smile. She looks away uncomfortably. Satisfied I rise up off the sofa and walk straight past Millie who is still locked in lip consultation with Damien. I wonder if Damien spiked her drink because Millie looks fucked out of her head. And then I realise I don't really give a shit and move through the epic highway of a corridor to the left quarter staircase. I ascended to the top floor and poked my nose into Charlie's room whispering "They all float Charlie, oh yes they all float". I heard him whimper and begin to cry. Pleased with myself I walked to the last room on the left. I pushed the door open and found Karen Brightman in floods of tears. Karen was in the bottom strata of girls at Highgate in popularity and looks. I wasn't even sure if she had any friends so goodness knows why she was at Kev's party. She was dressed as the Wicked Witch of the East with full green face paint, red lipstick and credit to her a completely resplendent black cloak and black pointed hat. She even had Dorothy's ruby slippers! I was so impressed and awed by her dedication to her character that I lost myself momentarily. 

"Karen you look absolutely fantastic!" 

She was taken aback choking on her tears that threatened to ruin her wonderful make-up job. 

"Here stop crying. Come on Karen it's ok." I sat next to her and softly pat her knee. She looked at me confused. 

"Michael I don't understand."

"Understand what?" 

"Why are you being nice to me?" 

"Am I not a nice guy?" 

"No -- I mean yes -- I mean..." She trailed off bewildered by her own bewilderment. 

"Look Karen I know what it takes to put so much effort into getting inside character and then nobody gives a damn. It hurts doesn't it?" 

Karen nodded gratefully. 

"When I came in I thought -- I thought it was a Halloween party Michael! But nobody was dressed up. And then everyone started laughing and and I-I --" 

"You've never been to one of these things before, huh?" 

She shook her head despondently. 

"Hey Karen it's no big deal. You're not missing anything seriously. I'm here every week and I'd rather be anywhere else if I'm honest."

"Then why do you go?" 

"I don't honestly know Karen. I guess we all just want to fit in I suppose." 

"But you're one of the most popular guys in school." She said surprised. 

"Am I? I'm best mates with Kev and I date a plastic bimbo who I hate, I'm sickeningly rich and last Christmas I went skiing in Aspen. That is why I'm popular. It'll end eventually." 

Karen was looking at me pityingly. 

"Karen! Don't be sad! I'm the lucky one. Who invited you to this party anyway?"

"Amy. So you hate Millie? Why do you date her then?" 

"She's cheating on me downstairs and I don't care Karen. Is something wrong with me? Am I a bad guy?" 

"No Michael no you're a- a good guy. Everyone hates Millie but they're just too scared to say anything." 

Karen's expression was so indignant that I felt compelled to kiss her. I leaned in and met her lips softly lingering for a few seconds before breaking away. 

"M-michael why did you do that?" 

"Because I wanted to."

I lean in once more and kiss her harder this time her lipstick sticky on my lips. She pulls away this time breathlessly. Her face was a mixture of fear and unbridled excitement. I removed her hat and gently brushed her mousy brown hair off her sweaty forehead. 

"You've done an amazing job with the face paint Karen, tremendous!" 

She giggled nervously and looked down shyly. 

Slowly I reached behind her back and drew the cloak's zip down. She shifted uncomfortably as if unsure whether she was allowed to say no. I stopped.

"Look Karen if you just want to sit and chat that's cool. We don't have to do anything." 

"Could we just lock the door Michael? I'm sorry it's just this is my first time and I'm -- I'm a little nervous." Her voice broke and she looked down again clearly blushing but through the green paint it was impossible to tell. 

I locked the door and approached her again cautiously. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Yes. Yes I'm sure Michael I want this but I...are you sure you want to with me?" She stuttered uncertainly. 

"Yes Karen I do." I reassured her. 

She fiddled with her hands not sure what to do. I cupped her chin in my palm and kissed her whilst continuing to unzip the cloak. Her considerably pale bare back was in stark contrast to her emerald face. I rubbed her back sensually rubbing my fingers over her green bra strap. 

"Stand up." I whispered. 

Karen rose, her hands shaking. I squeezed her shoulder and slipped the cloak off her shoulders and in slow motion we watched as the cloak fell to the white carpet below. Immediately she held her face in her hands mortified. She was quite a picture: Her pea green face flecked with red lipstick and then her bare white shoulders and slightly flabby stomach were offset by a lime green bra and green gloves. And over her legs she wore tight putrid green tights and most striking of all her ruby slippers glittering in the lava lamps glow. She made for the door but I stopped her pushing her to the queen sized bed. I spread her arms out and gripped her hands as I kissed her passionately flicking my tongue into her open mouth tasting the stale odour of vodka cranberry. I grinded my member over her crotch, pressing my whole body into hers. She sighed. I wandered my lips down to her breasts and kissed her nipples between the silk material of her bra all the while feeling myself getting hard. I eased my fingers down her tights rubbing her pussy through the soft satin of her panties. Suddenly I felt warm liquid trickle over my fingers. 

"Oh my God Michael I'm so sorry I-I-I...!" Karen stared up at me desperately. 

"Don't worry about it Karen seriously relax!" I shook the droplets of her urine off my hand. 

Humiliated she fell to the carpet and began to cry. She looked truly pitiful, her green face paint had begun to crack and her crotch was soaked and omitting a powerful odour of damp urine. Instinctively I picked her up and carried her out the room. 

"Michael! What are you doing?" She cried trying to wriggle free from my grip. 

I walked into the bathroom next to Charlie's room and laid her in the bath. I locked the door and flicked on the taps allowing hot water to gush into the empty tub. Squeezing a whole bottle of Radox Lime and Fennel bath therapy into the whirlpool underneath the taps I saw Karen crumple in exhaustion. 

"Let's get this stuff off." Wordlessly she unclipped her bra letting her small breasts free, I helped her slide her tights off and after a minute or so she eased her panties off. Her pussy was hairless and incredible tight. She was incredibly youthful in appearance. 

"Michael?"

"Mm?"

"I'm so sorry." She choked out miserably. 

"It was my fault I shouldn't have pushed you. It was unfair of me to do that. Karen, your first time should be special and well...I don't think tonight was that night." My voice is hushed, barely more than a whisper. 

Karen grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. Over the next half hour I scrub her face clean managing to remove most of the paint and wash her hair through twice. I find a dress of Amy's in one of the spare rooms and a cashmere coat that Amy has worn once in all the time I've known her. I pack Karen's costume into a Louis Vuitton sports holdall apart from her slippers which she keeps on. I shepherd her down the stairs and out one of the side doors that only Kev and I know about. I guide her through the bushes and out the main gate onto Bishops Avenue. 

"Michael this is all too much. I can't have this stuff." 

"Whatever you do Karen, keep it. Amy won't notice her wardrobe is as big as your house believe me." 

"But --"

"No but Karen just do what I say."

I hail a black cab and tell the driver to take her home. She lives half an hour away in Finchley. I pay the driver thirty pounds and kiss Karen on the cheek. She embraces me like a long lost lover and I'm stunned by her affection. The cab whirls away into the deep mist and I'm left standing stock still without any feeling in my arms or legs staggered by what has just happened. I felt softened unable to comprehend the warmth and unhinged force of emotion welling up inside of me. 

"Hey Carrington what the fuck are you doing out here? Come and fucking do a line with me you fucker!" Kev swayed toward me out of the swirling mist, a bottle of Stolichnaya in one hand and a cigar in the other. His eyes were blazing wide open, his hair was drenched in sweat and vodka and he was dribbling. At that moment I hated him beyond recognition for being such a pathetic leech, a pointless existence. 

"Come on you fucking pussy! Millie fucked Damien and you did fuck all about it you pussyyyyyy." He was slurring badly. I breathed out slowly. 

"Come on Kev lets go for a walk." 

"Walk where?" He slurred stupidly. 

"Come on dude it won't take long." 

"Only if you do a line of Ruby's stomach when we get back." He grinned idiotically 

"Sure thing dude." 

"Fucking right you will dude!" 

He staggered forward slopping vodka over the wet pavement. I walked slightly in front heading down alongside the Heath. The street was quiet except for the distant thump of bass from Kev's mansion. Fog billowed around us, squirreling out of the drains into the Range Rover's lining the curb and then into wispy figures of smoke that spiralled dizzyingly around our feet. 

"Dude you know that slut Ruby man? I was fucking doing line after line off her stomach and then she whispers to me have you ever fucked on cocaine? Dude!! I was like is that a movie line or something? And she grabs my hand and takes me to that random laundry room, you know the one that we used to use as a pool room before we got the games room in? Man she is crazy Carrington! She snorted a line off my dick! She wanted it all man, I fucked her mouth so hard she was bleeding man! Shit! She's so fucked man she doesn't even know about it...hahaha...and then I'm in the sauna dude and you know that chick Lisa in the year below man she was fucking on itttt! She was looking fucking nice man and she's just got a thong on and she's lying down with her legs wide open man and I was seeing everything dude...so I started to rub her up and down with those Eucalyptus oils and she was getting hornier and hornier dude she kept moaning and groaning and then she just jumps on my cock man and I'm still on it man I thought my cock would fucking give up but I've still got it! And I'm fucking her up the ass and slapping her a bit and she's loving it and it was so bloody hot I thought I was going to die man so I kick the door open and there's fucking Amy sucking some guys dick outside the steam room and man I was so pissed so I fucked Lisa so hard man she was fucking crying at the end of it seriously dude! Haaaaaa! Man where the fuck are we?!" 

We are standing over Claire Allsop's gravestone. The stone is chipped and dirty green moss engulfs her epitaph. Behind the stone there is a large hole that has been only freshly dug out. Have the gravekeepers decided to remove her stone? No one would notice or indeed care so it was possible. And of course there was nothing down there. 

"Where the fuck are we Carrington? Lets go do some coke man. I'll let you fuck Ruby dude she's nuts man." Kev takes another swig of vodka. 

It just seemed odd that they'd leave a dug up grave without filling it in. I turned to Kev. He had dropped his trousers and was urinating on Claire's grave, a gleeful look on his face. 

"Hey Crrington this is that dead chick's grave! Well she won't mind will she?! She's fucking dead!" He keeled over cackling with laughter. Wordlessly I let him finish. He tried to recover himself but he was laughing so hard he dropped to the sodden earth. I spotted a spade over by a gravestone to the right of Claire's. I picked it up nonchalantly and smashed it over Kev's head knocking him unconscious. A small pool of blood began to form in his matted hair. I smashed him over the head once more. Satisfied by the steady trickle of blood flowing down his neck I dug the spade under his body and rolled him into the open grave. His body made a loud thump as it hit the cold earth below. Soon the maggots would come and swim in his blood. The bottle of Stolichnaya lay next to him but where was his cigar? I saw it next to the gravestone, clearly he'd dropped it when he was taking a piss. I chucked it in after him. Sweating slightly I lifted the heavy soil into the grave until the sight of Kev disappeared and all was dark brown. I patted down the soil and smoothed it over. I was rather pleased with my handiwork. I found a bunch of roses resting against a grave five stones away. I plucked one off the bunch and laid it down on the block of dark earth resting on top of Kev. 

"That took you longer than I expected." 

I stumbled backward in shock. My heart banging I turned to the disembodied voice and staggered back against the gravestone. 

"Sorry for startling you I haven't spoken to anyone in quite some time." 

"Claire?!" I choked out. 

"You remember me?" 

"Y-yes of course I do." 

"Well you have just buried your best friend in my grave so I guess it would be rude if you didn't know me." She smiles clearly amused. 

"B-but where have you been? It's been three years." 

"Yes it has hasn't it? I suppose you remember because you had that memorial today." 

"N-no. I always remember." 

"That's sweet. Yes I always thought you were an odd fit in the eliterati." 

"The what?" 

"Oh the eliterati? It was what I always called your group. You were snobbish, bitchy, elitist, empty and had ludicrous delusions of grandeur so I thought it suited you to the ground." 

"Oh." 

"Here come closer so I can get a look at you."

I approached her cautiously. I was shocked by how beautiful she was. She was more ghostlike than ever in her ivory complexion. Tendrils of blonde hair floated over her face, her grey eyes sad and lost gazed into mine. A loose white silk vest hung off her shoulders exposing her pale but plentiful breasts. A light white denim skirt hung over her pins of porcelain almost blinding me with their pureness. She was barefoot but the muddy earth seemed to wash off her feet as she stepped toward me. 

"Do you like what you see?" 

"You're...magnificent." I murmured. 

"Take your mask off Michael I want to see you." 

I pulled the mask off my head and lowered it to the ground. 

"That's better." 

It was as if she was floating toward me, a shimmering ghost floating over the dead, cutting through the twisting fog. She came to settle before me. Everything about her was white apart from her lips, which were light pink and ever so soft as I kissed her gently letting go of my fear and confusion. Her delicate fingers slipped my jacket to the ground and floated down to my belt. 

"But Claire where have you been? What happened to you? I -- "

"Sssh Michael." She whispered putting her finger to my lips. 

She drifts down and unbuckled my jeans. Above, the moon shines down casting Claire in a glorious light. She flutters her tongue over my tip and then wades down taking me to the back of throat. She doesn't gag or even splutter. She just rolls her wet smooth lips over my pulsating member. I feel myself throbbing in her mouth growing and growing. She pushes me to the side of her mouth her tongue flicking the base of my cock causing a tickling sensation. Warm juices stream down my shaft to which she swallows every drop. She lingers over my balls licking each one before floating upwards once more and diving down onto the raging member itself. The tip hit the back of her throat but she continued to suck ferociously pumping back and forth back and forth until I was fit to burst. Finally she gagged choking on the flurry of liquid foaming out of her mouth. She stared up at me looking for approval. 

"Claire that was...wow! Amazing!" I breathed heavily trying to compose myself. 

She stood up and grabbed my face hard pushing her lips into mine violently drawing blood her tongue thrashing against mine. She pushed harder into me forcing me to the cold wet earth below. She released the straps of her vest allowing her supple breasts to press into my face. I suck her hard nipples in tasting a milky substance. Thirsty for more I suck harder and feel her lactate, thundering the substance into my open mouth. 

"Ahhhhhhh mnnnmnnnn!" Claire moans her neck arched to the moonlight. 

I flicker my tongue over her nipples squeezing the flesh to release more milk. Her hand is pumping my cock and more liquid spurts out of the tip to which she sucks up hungrily. I move my hands down and grip her bum through her denim skirt. Slowly I raise the skirt up and feel the soft curve of her cheeks. She rises up and places her hairless pussy over my lips and sinks my head into her moist lips. I massage her small clit inhaling the pungent aroma of wet earth infused with her juices that flow out onto my cheeks. I force my tongue up inside her feeling walls of soft flesh welcome me in. 

"Faster!" Claire screams. 

I lick faster and harder her nails digging into my scalp so hard my eyes water. And finally she explodes, sticky tendrils of glue lace my face and drip off my lips. Without hesitation she lifts up and drops down onto my feverish member and in response I thrust up inside her soaking pussy. My fingers traipse through the damp earth as I push harder and faster. Her tits bounce up and down with each thrust and she is moaning so loud it resembles the undead. She jumps off me and leans against her gravestone and beckons me. 

I hesitate for a second and she violently pulls me toward her. I drive into her open lips enjoying the squelch and thwack as her leg rests on my shoulder she lies across the stone at a side angle allowing me extra power into each thrust. 

"Ahhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmhhmhhmmhnmnmnm! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She is wailing at the top of her voice and I am ready to blow the mother of all loads but just as I feel it's time she pushes me back. I slip into the earth below. 

"Get that shirt off." Claire orders. 

I suddenly notice I am freezing breaking out into a cold sweat goosebumps snaking across my body. Claire jumps on top of me and rips my shirt off and tears my shoes and socks off. Her vest and skirt lay next to her gravestone. She pins my arms down into the soft earth her tits pressing hard into my chest as her lips bite mine drawing yet more blood. She pores over my naked torso her wet bloodied lips licking my icy nipples. I am too exhausted and in thrall to resist as she drenches my cock in the boggy earth giggling delightedly as she places her pink pussy onto my cock. She thrusts into me oozing sticky fluids and earth inside her. 

"Come on Michael! Come on fuck me fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" She howls at the moon like a woman possessed. 

I strain to hold on thrusting deeper into her. I feel my whole cock immersed in her soaking vagina and it still expands further until I know I will burst. An explosion of steaming hot cum erupts out of her pussy soaking my stomach. She leans back screaming in ecstasy cum flowing from her lips. Pools of fluid lie on my stomach but I am too drained to sit up. Claire throws her hair back a demonic glint in her eyes. 

"I'm dead good aren't I?!" She cackles uproariously pressing down into my naked skin with hers our juices mingling into some sort of sick syrupy mixture. 

I am frozen staccato in the Everywhen unable to move a muscle. I feel like my very soul has been sucked out of me. I don't feel Claire's last suffocating kiss or her deathly cold hands forming a vice grip around my neck. I notice the sky has blackened and the trees are baying for blood, everything is blurring out of focus but as clear as day is the spectre of Claire Allsop floating above me illuminated by the fading moonlight and the last thing I see before the power goes out is her grin, wide and dripping with pleasure.



Halloween



If you are going to wear that slutty school girl costume on Halloween, expect to be treated like one.

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Halloween 2015



Halloween 2015. I'm guessing it'll go down in my memory banks as the best one ever. It'll certainly be hard to top, that's for sure. It's a pretty good story if you've got a few minutes. I'll try and keep it short and sweet so you can get on with your day.

*****

A friend of mine asked me if I wanted to go out Halloween night. There's a live music club that has a costume contest every year. He always goes and has a good time, but I hate dressing up in costumes so I hadn't gone with him the last few years.

"You gotta go man, it's really hot these days," he pleaded. "The girls are unbelievable."

"Sure, prey on the fact that I haven't got any in a while," I said. "All right, I guess I'll go. I'm not dressing fancy though. I'll look through my dad's old clothes and see what I can come up with."

I went over to my mom's place a few days later. She had boxes and old trunks full of clothes that used to belong to my dad.

"Why do you keep all this stuff Mom?" I asked, shaking my head at the jumbled mess of boxes in her cellar. 

"For this Pitchy," she said. "I knew you'd need it."

My name's Pete, but my mom and my sister call me Pitchy. I guess when I was just learning to talk I was obsessed with baseball, and pitch was the only word I said for like six months.

"How about this honey," my mom said, holding up an old grey blazer.

"I was hoping for something with a little more zing," I said. I kept rummaging.

"This is zingy," she said, pulling out a green and white pinstriped suit jacket, styled sort of like a tuxedo. "It was your Great Grandpa Willard's. Your father insisted on keeping it for some reason."

"Because its Awesome! That's perfect mom! Is the rest of it there?"

She lifted a shirt, pants and a bowler hat out of the box and I just about flipped.

"He performed in Vaudeville you know," she said. "Some kind of a song and dance man I think. It looks like it might fit you. All the men in the family were built just like you."

She winked when she said that last part, but the last thing I wanted to do was ask her what she meant.

"This is perfect," I said, holding the various pieces up against me. "Do you mind if I have it dry-cleaned?"

"Of course not honey, it's yours to do what you want with," she said. "Be careful though, that kind of clothing was a . . . how do you say it . . . a chick magnet in its day."

———————

Dry-cleaned and pressed, the suit looked ridiculous on me. The good kind of ridiculous. It fit me like a glove and was unbelievably cool. I found the perfect bow tie at a vintage clothing store, and bought a shiny pair of shoes that looked the part. Halloween night I felt stylish and not the least bit costumed, even though I was.

"Were the fuck did you get that?" my friend Marcus asked when he saw me walk into the bar.

"Great Grandpa Willard man," I said. "He must have been a cool son-of-a-bitch is all I can say. He was a song and dance man."

I did a few steps, tapping the smooth soles of my shiny shoes, and there was rhythm there that I didn't even know I had.

"Sweet!" a hot looking girl in a sexy librarian costume said as she walked by.

"Oh, you're gettin' lucky tonight dude," Marcus said. "Why didn't you find me a magic suit?"

The music started at the far end of the room. The band members were all dressed in various costumes, and ninety-percent of the crowd was too. It really was quite a party.

"Dude," Marcus said with a nudge. He was looking at two girls who just walked in off the street, a female Dracula and the Bride of Frankenstein.

We watched them walk by and Dracula Girl showed me her pointy teeth and made a hissing noise. The bride just giggled. Dracula Girl had a wig of jet-black hair that was clumpy and twisted into snake-like tentacles. White makeup on her face transitioned into a darker airbrushed painting on her neck and ample cleavage that made her look like she had been skinned and all that was left was muscle and bone. It was freaky looking. The rest of her was covered up with a cape that she held closed from the inside, her arms not visible at all. It was about the length of a short dress, showing off fishnet stockings over more freaky looking makeup and body paint, and high, black, stiletto healed shoes. Even without being able to see her torso she was super hot.

Frankenstein's bride had the usual tall black and white beehive hairdo and white makeup, but below that was a ripped and torn 'dress' made out of a few scraps of black cloth and a couple inches of thread. You could call it 'minimal,' but 'barely there' was more like it. The two of them were quickly swallowed up in the crowd.

"Didn't I tell you the girls were unbelievable?" Marcus said.

Marcus is a single guy. One of those 'players' who can get a girl interested with one little smile. I've always been his wing man, but not because I'm ugly or anything. I'm better looking than he is, but I'm shy. It's been my curse since puberty. Personality gets you fucked, not looks. If I can get a girl to talk to me for like a month, so I can get used to the situation, we might get somewhere. But a quick pick-up in a bar? Forget about it. It never happens to me.

We stood near the door sipping on our beers, watching more girls arrive. Tons of sexy nurses, sexy librarians, and sexy police officers. It was easy to see who put effort into their costumes and who didn't. A peasant girl with dirty skin came in all alone. She had the most amazing body, barely covered by a thin burlap dress that she must have made. Her friends ran over and collected her before Marcus had a chance to move in.

An auto mechanic with skin-tight coveralls open to her bellybutton, a backwards cap on her head, and fake grease on her hands and face made quite an impression on me.

"She's into you man," Marcus said after she passed. "That crazy fuckin' suit's gonna get you laid."

"Pitchy!" my sister Beth's distinct voice called out from the throbbing crowd. She emerged from the masses and walked closer. "What are you doing here? I thought you hated these kinda things."

"Whaddaya think?" I said, spinning around with my arms out to show off my suit. "Great Grandpa Willard."

"That's so awesome!" she said, fingering the fabric. "Was it in mom's basement?"

"Yup," I said. "And I can dance in it. It's the weirdest thing."

"You gotta enter the contest," she said. "It's weird for me to say you look hot, but trust me, all the girls'll vote for you."

"I told him he's gettin' lucky tonight," Marcus said. "You should see the looks he's gettin' from some of them. So Beth, you wanna take my temperature?"

He bent over and stuck out his ass. He was dressed as Sherlock Holmes and Beth was one of the dozens of sexy nurses. She one-upped most of them though—she was more of an operating room nurse, with thin scrubs that were way to tight, and apparently nothing on underneath.

"I'm not going anywhere near that Marcus," she said to him as she looked at his ass.

"Bummer," he said with a smile. "Maybe I can take yours later?"

Marcus had been flirting with Beth unrelentingly for ten years or more, with no success.

Beth went of in search of friends, her barely clad ass wiggling as she walked away.

"Damn!" Marcus said. "You better brace yourself buddy. I'm gonna have that one of these days."

"To much information my friend," I said, trying unsuccessfully to look away from my sister's ass.

Marcus and I made our way to the dance floor, and the band was rockin' hard. It was a throbbing mass of strangely dressed humanity, and before long we were both dancing with any girls that were open to us. My mom was right, the funky old suit really did seem to be a chick magnet, and it brought huge smiles to the girl's faces.

I caught sight of the auto mechanic girl and danced my way towards her. She had a loose, liquid dancing style that was beguiling to say the least. Her tight coveralls were zipped up just barely enough to keep her tits inside, but a lot of her moves opened things up and there was a steady stream of quick glimpses of her bare, handful-sized natural beauties. It was more than enough to get me hard, and Grandpa Willard's pants, which were very thin wool and a bit tight on me, didn't do much to conceal the hard-on hanging down my leg.

She traded hats with me as we danced and Marcus showed up with four tequila shots in little plastic cups. Her friend didn't want one so Marcus gave me two. It was the beginning of one of the most intoxicated nights of my life.

Marcus was unsatisfied with the way things were going with the mechanic's friend, so he danced himself away from us, disappearing into the happy crowd. Right about the time the tequila's extra courage hit me, a big, muscle bound guy in a soccer uniform showed up. It was pretty obvious he and mechanic girl had something goin' on, so I switched hats with her when he wasn't looking and danced away. I blew her a kiss as I left, which I've never done before. It felt right, like something Willard probably would have done.

My sister was in the middle of everything, as she usually was, and I bumped right into her.

"Easy Pitchy!" she said loudly over the music. "You drunk already? This is my friend Sandy. We work together." The band was loud, and I could barely hear her. I turned to see who she was gesturing at and it was Dracula Girl. "Her friend Trish painted her," Beth yelled.

I was guessing Trish was Frankenstein's bride, who was dancing with them.

"Get her drunk enough and she might show you the rest," Beth yelled with a smile.

I wasn't quite sure what she meant—was she talking about what was under Dracula's cape? Or maybe the tiny bit of flesh that wasn't already visible under the small scraps of cloth on her friend Trish's body? One thing was becoming clear though—the way things were going it looked like I was gonna have a hard-on the whole night.

Dracula Girl was even more intriguing on the dance floor, because her arms still weren't visible. They seemed to be holding the cape shut from the inside, concealing a surprise of some sort—probably 'the rest' that Beth was talking about. She'd undoubtedly unveil it for the contest, if she was into that. Why else would she be hiding it? Whatever the reason, it made her a slightly odd sight on the dance floor, but who needs arms when you've got fishnet clad legs like hers perched atop spiky heals?

Marcus found us with five tequila shots somehow clutched in his hand. We all downed them, Sandy with a small hand emerging from her cleavage area. Marcus tried a grinding dirty dance with my sister Beth, but she shook her head with a big smile and rotated him towards Trish. The look on his face was priceless as he danced his body up against her mostly flesh costume.

"Have fun Pitchy," Beth said with a wink as she moved off through the crowd to talk to someone else.

As Marcus and I danced with Trish and Sandy it became pretty obvious Trish was completely naked under her little homemade costume. The scraps of fabric had gaps between them, like a patchwork quilt with flesh making up half the pattern, and when it moved on her shimmying body there wasn't a stitch of underwear to be seen through the gaps. She was commando under there, and considering the tentative nature of the tiny threads holding it all together, she was a very brave girl indeed. I was beginning to better understand Marcus's appreciation of Halloween parties.

Sandy and I developed a nice connection, our eyes often locked together as we danced. Her smiles were almost as intoxicating as the tequila. Trish and Marcus were getting on nicely too, and we danced together for forty-five minutes or more, Marcus keeping us lubricated with three or four bar runs for shots. I lost count after a while.

"You gonna let me see your costume?" I said loudly in Sandy's ear.

She looked over her shoulder, gauging the depth of the crowd, and gestured with her head for me to follow her. As we were making our way out of the dancing frenzy, I realized those were the first words I had spoken to her, and she hadn't said a single word to me. Maybe she was shy too.

She went to a back corner of the club, where some tables and chairs were stacked up to make room on the the dance floor. She positioned herself so her back was to everybody else, and opened her cape.

When it was open, with her hands holding up the corners, it was the shape of wings. That was cool, but I only thought about it for a split second because she was completely naked underneath. Well, not completely—she had a black garter belt holding up her black fishnets. The rest of her was an incredible airbrushed painting of muscles, bones and veins, like she had been completely skinned. It was amazing. Her body was amazing too, and my cock sprang to life.

"God it feels good to stretch out my arms!" she said, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. "I don't know why I didn't put a closure on this thing."

"Stay just like that as long as you want," I smirked. "I'll let you know if somebody comes."

She looked at me and smirked. "If somebody comes?" she said. "Interesting choice of words."

She looked down at the obvious bulge in my pants, and her smirk turned to something more wicked.

"Wanna fuck?" she said, looking up at me with bedroom eyes.

"Your place or mine?" I said with a smile.

She shook her head. "Here," she said as she dropped her arms.

She walked behind the stack of chairs in the dark corner and I followed her. The cape slipped off her shoulders and she draped it over a chair.

"You're crazy!" I said as I gazed at her standing there in all her naked glory with hundreds of people just thirty feet away

She smiled and twirled around, showing me the beautiful body painting that covered every inch of her.

"You brave enough to get naked?" she said. She could tell from the look of terror on my face that I wasn't, and she giggled. "We gotta at least take this thing out." She rubbed her hand over the thin wool on my crotch and moaned as she kissed me. "Try not to touch the paint in the front. I wanna enter the contest."

"You're gonna show everybody that?" I said. "You really are crazy."

"I wasn't sure if I was gonna," she giggled, "but the tequila changed my mind."

She squatted in front of me and unfastened the old buttons on Grandpa Willard's pants. I had a strange sense of deja vu when I thought about him in all those old Vaudeville theaters he worked in. Did he ever get a blowjob in a dark corner I wondered? I bet he did.

Sandy reached in, pulled my hard cock out of the tight opening, and I was suddenly in her warm mouth.

"Oh fuck Sandy!" I said, looking down at her painted naked body.

I looked up and watched the dancing throng through gaps in the stacks of chairs.

"This is so hot!" Sandy said when she saw me watching everybody.

She went back to her sucking, her hands stroking the length she couldn't fit in her mouth.

"God I'm so wet. Fuck me," she said as she rose up and bent over, clutching at one of the chair stacks to steady herself. "Watch the paint," she reminded me.

I pressed into her wetness with a loud groan, and I could hear her loud, sighing exhale over the band's thunderous roar. My first few thrusts felt incredible.

"Oh fuck!" she said breathlessly. "Yeah, that's fuckin' it! Keep that!"

I was thrusting long and steady, and I held the rhythm just like Sandy wanted it. All I had to do to keep from cumming was to look out at the dance floor. The thought of getting caught was enough to keep my mind unfocused and I was able to fuck like a porn star, minute after glorious minute.

"Oh my God!" Sandy said.

She was looking back at me with a look of astonished wonder on her face, like something truly marvelous was happening inside her. I kept up the exact same rhythm, relentlessly driving her higher. I suddenly realized my hands were on her hips, but I needed some control of her body and I didn't think that part of her painting mattered that much.

I quickly broke into a sweat. Those old wool suits were not built for comfort, and the hat I was wearing was probably wool too. My hands were sweaty and Sandy's body paint liquefied under my touch. I'm sure she was perspiring too, just from the excitement and the intensity of the situation, and it was softening everything up.

When she got close to cumming her hands climbed up the ladder-like stack of chairs, bringing her sexy arched back within easier reach, and as her body broke into a spastic, trembling orgasm, instincts overruled common sense and my hands slid up her sides and around her orgasming body to her tits. Spectacular slippery handfuls filled my squeezing palms, and she grunted a deep guttural groan as my thrusts went into overdrive and I came hard inside her. I shouldn't have, but there was no stopping it.

The band had stopped but the place was still loud with chatter so I don't think anyone heard us. Sandy looked back at me again with another look of astonished wonder, and my hard cock throbbed deep inside her.

"Come on up on stage if you want to be in the contest everybody," an announcer's voice said.

"Fuck!" Sandy said as my cock slipped out of her. "Hurry up! You better be up there with me!"

She grabbed her cape, swung it around her and was gone, back into the happy crowd.

I tucked my still fat cock into my tight pants as best I could, wiped the sweat off my face and followed her towards the steps on the side of the stage. All the blood flow from the sex had amplified the effect of the tequila and I was feeling no pain, that's for sure.

The announcer guy lined up the girls on one side of the stage and the guys on the other. I was still flying from the incredible sex, and swaying from the alcohol. He had the contestants step forward one at a time and used the audience's applause to gauge the finalists.

I could only smile and shake my head at Sandy's bravery when she stepped forward and opened her cape. She looked straight ahead at the ceiling off in the distance to muster her courage, and the crowd went nuts, as I knew they would. 

"Whoa!" the announcer said. "There's a new idea! Sa-sa-sa-sexxxyyy!"

She was an easy finalist and it was pretty obvious she was gonna win the whole thing. I wish I could have seen her in all her glory, but I was behind her.

The announcer worked his way down the line and finally got to me.

"Well this is an interesting one," he said. "I saw this guy earlier, Awesome suit man. I don't remember the paint though. Wait a minute!"

He took my hand and I stumbled after him, my tequila addled brain somehow allowing me to stay upright. He walked me over to Sandy, and she looked more and more horrified as we approached.

"I think you got some 'splainin' to do sweetheart," he said over the microphone to her. "Open up one more time. We need to check somethin' out."

"Oh what the hell," I heard her say under her breath, and she opened up her cape.

It was my first look at the front of her since we'd fucked. The body paint was all smeared on her sides, and the were big, gooey hand prints on her tits where most of the paint was worn away. Her cleanly shaved pussy was mostly bare too, and my cum had oozed out of it and was dripping down the inside of her thigh.

"Fuckin A!" Sandy said quietly as she looked down at herself, her inebriated brain working in slow motion.

My own drunk brain slowly put two and two together and I looked at my hands, which were covered with paint. I looked down at my suit and there was a big area on the front of my pants with all the paint that used to be on Sandy's ass. The sides of my suit jacket's sleeves were all paint as well, and I learned later that when I'd wiped the sweat from my face I smeared paint all over it. I looked quite the sight.

As all this was registering in my mind the crowd was going wild, cheering and laughing at the announcer's comments, none of which I heard. My mind was a blur. What I did hear was a familiar voice.




Halloween 2015



"Pitchy! What the fuck!" my sister said. The hearty laugh that I had grown up hearing echoed through the bar.

"I'd give these two the trophies right now," the announcer said, "but lets finish this up."

He completed the voting, Sandy and I got massive cheers each time and we each won a little trophy and fifty dollars.

So that was Halloween 2015. Sandy and I are dating. I can't wait to see how she dresses next year.



Halloween



The people in my story are all 18 or over.

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It comes to that time of year when all I want to do is not answer the door. The only upside is when you get to see the odd mum or older sister in a tight costume but that's little more than a tease which then has to be dealt with after you close the door. 

Now I was new to the area this year and was a teacher at the local school. I didn't expect to see any of my students as they would all be high school age which was too old to be asking for sweets.

The door bell rang about 8 times that night and at half 7 it rang for the final time. I grabbed the sweet bowl and answered the door. I hardly looked at the costumes and simply stuck the bowl out to their greedy hands. When I looked to find which ever poor parent was out I caught the eye of a pupil of mine. She looked straight into my eyes slightly shocked and just said "Hi Sir". I too was a little surprised but managed to say hello back. She was wearing a plain black witches outfit which showed off her slim body very well. She had long black hair down to just above her waist which made the costume look that bit better. Her dress was close enough to her body that I could tell it was a little cold out. She must have caught me looking and said "Thanks for the sweets Sir". I looked away for her chest and said the first thing I could think of which was "If it gets cold you are welcome to warm up in my house later". With that awkward invitation I just closed the door and just wished the night over. 

An hour later when I thought all the kids were home I heard a knock. I went to the door to explain how I ran out of sweets an hour ago and apologise. When I opened the door it was my student again. I was shocked but she must have not thought my invitation so ridiculous as me. I invited her to my sofa and went to join her.

"You look nice," I said. 

"Thanks sir," She replied. 

"Are you still cold?" I asked.

"No, I dropped my younger brothers and sister off and walked back pretty quick," She said.

I sat beside her which we made small talk about school. I couldn't understand why she was here but I didn't want to question it. In school she would be wearing a white shirt, black skirt and her school tie which even the older year groups who were 18 now wore. But now I had her on my sofa in a tight black dress which exposed the top lace of her black bra. She noticed my looking again which I couldn't help, this stirred a feeling in my now waking cock. I decided that I would just make my move on her as that would be the only reason she could want to be here. I moved into to kiss her with my hand cupping her perfect face. She kissed back which I took for a sign to go further. My hand moved to her breast where I cupped them down her dress but over her bra. I didn't want to move too quickly. After a few minutes of fondling and playing with her nipples through her lace bra I moved her hand to my hard cock. She gripped me hard and I took this as a sign to move my own hand to her legs and up her dress. 

She worked her hand down my shorts and pulled out my stiff cock. I motioned for her to stand which she did and I took off her dress revealing her small breasts in her black and deep red lace bra. She unhooked this and removed her underwear revealing a perfectly shaved mound. 

I wasted no time in laying her on the sofa and pressing my cock to her lips. She looked nervous awaiting my move. I knew she must have been a virgin but this didn't stop me. I pushed myself in half way while her face winced with pain. I moved in and out still only half way with great restraint. once she got used to this and started bucking her hips I knew I could impale her with my full length. I pushed in all the way, her eyes widened and she tried to push my hips out again. I didn't allow this and kept myself in her until she was used to it. I kissed her lips and started fucking again. 

After about 10 minutes she was enjoying it again. I knew she was not going to cum so I pumped harder relentlessly and unforgiving. She started moaning with my thrusts and I could feel myself ready to explode. I pulled out and put her hand around my wet shaft, she started rubbing instinctively. My tongue was deep in her mouth while my cock pulsed out wave after wave of warm cum onto her stomach. 

My cock now with her juice and blood on needed cleaning but it would be cruel to make a naive lick it clean so I went to the toilet to wash myself. When I got back she still had my cum on her and was shyly putting on her underwear and dress. I watched this girl who had come in so confident leave so shyly out of the front door.

I next saw her again on Monday in my class. She avoided my eyes all lesson, at the end I asked her to put something in my cupboard while everyone left. I walked in behind her so no one could see and kissed her on the lips. She kissed back and I placed my hands on her sides just under her small perky breasts.

"I didn't get a chance to tell you but I enjoyed Saturday and I promise if you come back I'll make you come over and over."

She smiled back and I kissed her again and let her leave my class.



Halloween - 30,000 BC



Note to the reader: Many people have asked me how Halloween got started. Naturally they would ask me since it's well known that I know everything there is to know that's worth knowing. So this is the real story of how it all happened way back in the days when man still lived in the rough.

Ogg rubbed charcoal on his face, arms, legs and body with the end of a charred stick to blacken his skin. When he was satisfied he lifted a bowl of slurry made from white clay and water from the stream at the foot of the hill. Carefully he drew white streaks on his face, more streaks to represent the bones of his arms legs and body. "I wish I had a mirror to see how I've done," he thought to himself knowing that it would be many millennia before they were invented.

Stretching his short, hairy, legs, Ogg stood up and walked into the cave behind him shouting, "Gool!" Gool was, of course, his best (and only) friend. All his other friends had tried at one time or another to eat Ogg, so he had taken them off his friends list. Some of the more hungrily instant ones had even been put on Ignore or IGGY as they say.

Near the rear of the cave Ogg found Gool sitting on a rock staring at a cave painting of the Chief's daughter, Delish. His right hand was wrapped around his oohuu and pumped furiously on his the hard member.

"Jesus, Gool. You'll go blind if you keep that up," Ogg told his friend.

"Who the hell is Jesus, Ogg?"

Ogg was stumped. This time crap often bothered him. He knew about cell phones, Jesus, '57 Chevys and such but the Caveman's Almanac never seemed to mention these things. Even the BC Mall never carried such items. There were good luck dinosaur feet on a thong to be worn around the neck (not so lucky for the dinosaur, of course), Pterodactyl Penis Aphrodisiacs and the latest is weapons of war and hunting. Many times Ogg had stood staring longingly at the latest spearheads imported from the eastern Clovis tribes. But they were far too expensive at ten wiercat hides. "And maybe a little "swishy" in the delicate way they are fashioned too," thought Ogg.

As everyone knew, Ogg was a lover, not a fighter anyway. He would much rather spend his days stalking an available female (being politically correct, of course) caverperson with oversized chest bumps and a tight little valley between her legs. Ogg especially liked the idea that the Women's Lib Movement was thousands of years in the future. That meant if a female started her usual bitch and moan routine you could give you a good cuffing (also known as "attitude adjustment") and still get away with it. In a way Ogg longed for a time when he could have actual ropes and clamps and handcuffs and...

"Stop your fucking day dreaming, Ogg," Gool said in an loud voice that echoed through the cave. It's obvious that Gool was irritated because he hated being interrupted while he was studying the art on the walls of his cave. After all, wasn't one of the first symbols of an "advanced culture" the appreciation of the finer cave art decorations? And the picture of the Chief's daughter definitely had some nice bumps decorating her chest too. In fact, this woman's chest bumps were a matter of constant discussion among the males in the village. But Gool had never heard anyone discuss the valley between her thighs and it was assumed by everyone that she "never put out" as the saying goes.

"Now who's daydreaming," demanded Ogg. "I have an idea about a thing I call a Holiday. I think I'll call it Halloween." 

"Halloween? Where did you hear that word, Ogg?"

"I just made it up. But that's not important. You have to disguise yourself like I've done then..."

"Wait a minute, Ogg. I can still tell that's you. I don't think your disguise is working. The stupidest T. Rex could tell that's still you."

Ogg rolled his eyes in frustration. "It doesn't matter. Just do it. Then we take soap and mark all over the neighbor's windows and ..."

Gool looked more confused than he usually did. "Windows? What the fuck are windows? And what the hell is soap? Something else you made up?"

"Look. I have to do something I call 'Trick or Treat' and our trick will be soaping windows."

"Hmm. We'll skip the soap and windows for now. But what's the treat?"

"Well, I don't know yet. I haven't thought that far ahead. But I'm not worried. It will come to me," Ogg said smiling.

"Well, if we are going to do this you better be thinking fast because we don't have soap, whatever that is."

Ogg really hated Gool sometimes. In Ogg's estimation Gool had some un-evolved logic patterns that he found irritating from time to time. "Just never mind that. I'll figure it out soon enough. Now get disguised."

"So what are you supposed to be disguised as, Ogg?"

Again Ogg rolled his eyes. "Isn't it obvious? I'm a skeleton."

Gool didn't say anything. It was completely clear to him that Ogg simply needed a shower using the soap that hadn't been invented yet. The shower hadn't been invented yet either, for that matter.

"I think I'll go as a bear," Gool thought out loud picking up a bear skin rug from the floor of the cave. Wrapping it over his shoulders he tied if close around his middle with a leather thong. The head of the bear perched on top of his head. "But I'm going to be honest, Ogg. I'm not really getting the significance of this holiday. Does this celebrate some spirit of the forest or something?"

Ogg simply shook his hear while, together the two men left the cave. "Let's go to the Chief's cave and try this out," Gool told Ogg, thinking of getting a glimpse of the Chief's daughter's chest bumps.

Ogg considered this. "That could lead to trouble. I think we need to work the kinks out of Halloween before we try this on the Chief, Gool."

"Hmm. Maybe you are right, Ogg. Why not try it on Hhggnnkk?" Hhggnnkk had shown up in the cave village some time before claiming to be from a far away place called Slovakia where they didn't have any vowels. It was considered a rather backward place by the cave villagers. But the two men went toward the east and soon came to Hhggnnkk's cave.

"Now look, Gool. We ring the doorbell and..."

"Wait. Doorbell?"

"Oh shit. Okay. We go to the cave entrance and yell. How's that?"

"Do we yell together or alternately?"

"Together. Okay? Stop asking stupid questions."

So together the two tried to yell the name, Hhnnggkk, but without vowels they found it quite impossible. If anything it sounded like the two men were vomiting on Hhnnggkk's cave step.

Hhnnggkk rushed to the door. "God damn it!" he screamed. "I just cleaned that up."

"Who the hell is this 'God damn it'?" wondered Gool.

Ogg jabbed Gool in the ribs with his elbow. "TRICK OR TREAT!" they screamed in unison.

Hhnnggkk's face became red with anger. "I suppose this is another one of your strange ideas Ogg. Now get the hell off my cave porch and leave me alone." Hhnnggkk crawled back into the darkness of his cave.

Now it was Ogg's turn to turn red with anger. "Where can we get a paper grocery bag?"

"A what? And what the hell for?"

"I had this idea of filling a paper bag with Dinoshit and setting it on fire in front of his cave. Then yelling at him, then running and hiding to watch him stomp out the fire."

"Ogg. I hate to tell you this, but it's 30,000 BC. They haven't invented paper yet, let along grocery stores."

"Shit!" was all Ogg could say.

"You know, this hasn't gone all that well, Ogg. Maybe we should just give up."

"Give up? Never! That guy is a throw back to the pre-human specie. Didn't you notice the protruding brow ridges and underdeveloped brain cavity? Let's try another cave. We really need someone more evolved to get into the spirit of this holiday."

So the two went south down the hill to the cave of Mog and began yelling in unison.

Mog came to the opening of his cave. "What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

"TRICK OR TREAT," Ogg and Gool said together.

"What the fuck is that?"

"You have to give us a treat or we soap your windows, Mog," Ogg said thrusting out his chest proudly.

"I'll give you my foot up your ass if you don't get away from my cave and leave me alone." Mog wandered back into his cave.

"Okay. I admit it. This was a really bad idea," Ogg told his friend. "I'm going home."

"You can't quit yet, Ogg. We still have to try this out on the Chief. He might make this an annual event on October 31st after they invent calendars," Gool said, even though his mind was really wandering to the chest bumps on the Chief's daughter.

Reluctantly Ogg followed Gool to the cave of the Chief. "TRICK OR TREAT," they yelled until the Chief's daughter, Delish, came to the cave entrance. "So where's the Chief?" asked Ogg.

"Oh, he's out somewhere. He said something about trying to screw a cave bear or something. He won't be back for hours. So what are you guys up too?" Delish asked, batting her eyes and shaking her chest bumps in their direction.

"I have started a new holiday. I call it Halloween," Ogg told her.

"So what's supposed to happen on this Halloween? We raid another tribe and eat their shaman or something? I always like doing that."

"Oh, nothing like that. It's very friendly. We go from cave to cave yelling Trick or Treat and you either give us a treat or we soap your windows," Ogg told her proudly.

Delish looked confused. "Soap? Windows? What the fuck..."

"Never mind, Delish. Those haven't been invented yet. So, you'll just have to give us a trick," Gool said, rubbing his tummy in anticipation of some goodie like a Brontosaurus leg or maybe even a Stegosaurus flank steak.

"Well, I really don't have anything in the cave to give you. I haven't been shopping at the cave mall for days. But maybe we can work things out. Come on in. Follow me and we'll see what happens," Delish said throwing off her wiercat skin camisole, wiggling her naked butt and walking seductively towards the pile of skins at the rear of the cave.

"Damn," exclaimed Ogg. "Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all," he said, dropping his sabercat skin loincloth and rubbing his oohuu in anticipation.

Note: So you see, dear readers, Halloween is a very old holiday and can be celebrated in many ways as long as you forget the soap and enjoy the treat. 



Halloween 365 Days a Year



This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved.

All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any children referred to in this are purely for story plot. Thanks, Dean.

*****

Here we go again. It is the 30th of October and my mom is getting costumes ready for Halloween. I don't mind it so much except for the fact that I am a 19 years old, male, and the thought to having to take my little sister and brother trick or treating and through the haunted house just grates on my nerves. Mom remarried after my father's death and started a second family of sorts. I love the kids to death but going out with them in costume is almost more than I can bear. The only saving grace is that in costume no one can see who I am. 

We spent an hour chasing after candy and of course in order to keep the little twerps at bay I had to give what candy I got to them. You would think if I had to endure this I could at least keep the candy. I was ready to do something else when mom chimed in, "It's time to go to the haunted house." This was met by a chorus of cheers from the twerps and a groan from me. Mom gave me a dirty look and I yelled, "Oh yippee we are going to the haunted house." As I jumped up and down acting like a 9 year old. Again I got a look from my mother.

Maybe I would get lucky and lose them in the thing since its pitch black. I could be so lucky. Mom drove us over to the haunted house, which was held in an old school. Three floors and a basement of people yelling at you trying to get you to pee your pants and then this would be over and I could go home. 

We paid at the door and started to go in with another group of people who arrived when we got there. Mom thankfully took each of the kids' hands and kept them with her. We got in and the kids screamed and yelled and mom told them it would be okay countless times and we had only started the first floor. 

We got to the second floor and it started to get much more realistic. They told us it was scarier as you went and you could take the stairs at each end if you wanted to go back down and exit. Mom started to head that way and both kids screamed they wanted more. She turned and started up to the next level and of course I groaned again. 

We were just getting started on the second level when someone grabbed my hand and I knew it was not my mother. All I heard was "Rob lets duck in here." I was pulled behind a curtain and into another room that was just as dark as the one we had left. I could not see who I was with and I knew my name was definitely not "Rob," but I kept my mouth shut and just held her hand. 

We had just started to leave the area through the curtains when I heard someone say, "Tiffany where did you go?"

I at least knew her name but that was all I knew. Once we got into the dark room she turned to me and took off my mask and said, "Well you have been waiting for a special surprise and tonight is you lucky night. I know being away at college has been tough for both of us since it's my first year but tonight we are going to do something that we have never done before."

I just stood there and never said a word. I wanted to know what the special surprise was and talking would have given me away so I just kept looking her direction. She asked me if I was ready and I just mumbled, "uh huh," and kept looking at her. I could just finally make out where she was at but other than that it could have been a guy for all I could tell. 

"Well here we go and I hope you like it."

As soon as she said it I felt the bottoms of my costume slide down my legs and then warm fingers grab my briefs and yank them to the floor. A warm hand reached out and grabbed onto my cock and began to stroke it and I fell in love. Well maybe not in love but I was well into lust by that point. When she had just gotten me hard I felt her move forward and placed her mouth on the head of my cock and her tongue swirl around the head causing me to groan. "Oh you like that do you?" she said as she pulled her lips away. 

She immediately went back to sucking on my cock and stroking it into her mouth in long even strokes. She began to pick up speed and then reached through with her hand and cupped my balls before squeezing them slightly causing me to moan again. She pulled her head away and then said, "Are you ready to return the favor Rob?"

I moaned another "uh huh," as she laid back. I followed her to the floor and grabbed ahold of her skirt flipping it up and over her so that I could get to her pussy. She had nothing on under the skirt and she spread her legs apart giving me complete access to her. I almost dove into her I wanted to taste her so bad. This girl was a real wench and I wanted her all too myself if only for tonight. My mouth planted right at the center of her pussy and I stuck my tongue out as long and hard as I could make it as I moved through her slit trying to give her as much pleasure as she had given me. 

I continued to plunge my tongue into her and then switched to circling her clit until she started to moan. She began to shake a little and then her legs came up and she pushed her knees together trapping my head between her thighs as she came in a shudder. It was the neatest thing I had ever witnessed in my life. I continued to push my tongue into her and then began to run it up and down her slit again. Thinking that she wanted me to put my cock into her I moved up and grabbed my cock and aimed it at her pussy. I touched her outer lips when she said, "You know I am not on the pill and we can't do that but I still have a present for you. You have been so patient waiting for me knowing that I wasn't ready yet. 

I think my heart sank at hearing those words until she said, "I am ready for this."

She rolled over and stuck her ass in the air and said, "I hope my ass will do sweetheart."

My heart did a flip flop on hearing that. Will it do, will it do, this woman had to be crazy if she thought I would say no.

As I approached her she looked back over her shoulder at me in the faint light and said, "I have thought about this for weeks and tonight I decided it was going to happen. I already lubed myself so that I would be ready for you."

I placed my cock at her entrance and could feel her pucker moving in and out. I told her to push a little and then I pushed the head of my cock past her entrance as she moaned, "Oh my God that feels huge, go slow."

I did go slow as I pressed my cock into her ass. Once I was completely in she reached back under, grabbed my balls and squeezed them a little, before beginning to slowly massage her clit.

I began slowly stroking in and out of her ass and while I could not see it or her very well for that matter it felt like something I had only thought of in my dreams. Her ass was so tight and she was squeezing my cock with her ass as I stroked into her. She told me to pick up the pace and I began to pick up speed. I could just begin to feel my balls slapping her ass. I told her I could not last much longer and she said, "I want you to grab my hips and pump for all your worth till you come. Don't you dare pull out I want to feel you come in my ass."

I grabbed ahold and pumped until my cock began to spurt into her. Once I was finished I stayed in her ass until she finished fingering her clit until she came a short time later. I could feel each contraction around my cock and she finally pushed my cock out.

She didn't move right away so I massaged her back and ass until she laid forward and then said, "We better get dressed and get out of here before someone comes looking for us."

It was only then that I remembered my mother and the twerps. I hoped that my mom hadn't really missed me going through the rest of the haunted house. We dressed and started through the rest of the second floor still unable to see each other and then headed down the stairs to where they served refreshments at the end. 

When we got to where everyone was at I could see my mother giving the twerps some cookies and juice and Tiffany turned to me with a smile on her face. She just looked at me and said, "I knew you not Rob from the time I grabbed your cock. Your bigger than he is and I had a great time." I just smiled at her when she said it and gave her a kiss on the cheek. My mom hollered to tell me that they were there and I looked at Tiffany again and she said, "Let me guess out with the little brother and sister." I nodded yes and she laughed. 

"Mine are right over there." She pointed to three kids with their mother as we both began to laugh.

"I know this is awkward but I do have a question for you." She said as she reached into her pocket and took out a piece of paper.

"Here is my phone number and I just wanted to know if you might be interested in celebrating Halloween 365 days this year?"

"I kissed her on the cheek and then wrote down my name and number on it and gave it to her as I said, "I think Halloween just became my favorite Holiday of the year, I will call you when I get home."



Halloween



She and her friends had been making Halloween plans for months. They planned to spend the evening at a trendy club downtown and then grab a taxi home after last call. She had been deliberating over costumes for weeks until finally she decided on "Bad Catholic School girl kills herself." Matching sexy with the macabre she dressed that evening in a short pleated skirt, white knee highs, black high-heeled baby doll shoes, tight white button up shirt, black push up bra, pentacle necklace and ghostly paint and fake slit marks on her wrists. She stood before the mirror, adjusting her pig tails and skirt, smiling at her image before leaving for the club.

They walked into the club, a large group of scantily clad girls, giggling and acting as if they didn't notice the stares from the men they passed. Walking to the bar, they all ordered drinks, talking and chatting amongst themselves and making friends with the people around them. She and a few girls went to the dance floor and began to dance. It was then that she felt eyes on her, an intense gaze boring into her as she moved. She froze as it weighed down on her and looked about, searching endlessly for the source of the gaze but finding no one. Trying hard to buck the feeling that she was being watched she went back to dancing with her friends, soon returning to the bar. She bent over slightly to take drink from her glass on the bar and felt a warm menacing body brush behind her, jumping up and turning to see who it was, she was startled to find no one there. Laughing and shaking her head, dismissing it as Halloween jitters.

The night went on and she was drinking, dancing and flirting as if she had no cares in the world. Slowly the group of girls began to disband around the club and she found herself very drunk and ready to go home. Unable to find any of her friends she decided to call a cab for herself. Walking outside and opening her cell phone, she walked slowly up the city street away from the noisy club, trying to get reception. Her intoxication clouded her awareness as she slowly passed a dark narrow ally, glaring at her uncooperative phone. Suddenly she was pulled into the ally, a large body pulling her by her waist to it's chest, covering her mouth as she heard a dark voice with a soft southern accent whisper in her ear,

"I've been waiting for you all evening..."

She tried to scream, but the hot palm against her lips only muted her cries. Struggling fiercely against the hands that gripped her, she felt a stinging pain as she pushed roughly against the cold brick walls. The night air was cold and biting around her body as she trembled with fear. He was still pressed hard against her back as he pulled her head back on his shoulder, and she finally glimpsed the dark outline of the man. He whispered into her ear, nipping at her earlobe slightly as he spoke, his hand working it's way up her skirt,

"You are by far the most beautiful woman I've seen tonight."

"Fuck you," She spat back at the man, wincing as she felt him shove her hard, again, into the brick wall, the cold surface stinging her cheek.

"Smart mouth..." 

His cold fingers sent shivers through her body as she yelped, feeling her panties ripped down, his feet kicking hers apart. His fingers slid down her pert ass to her little sex, where they probed her, her pride weakening as he growled, feeling her moistness. She was excited, the fear causing her sex to grow warm and moist in his hand. He unzipped his pants as she could feel him press his hard cock against her ass, her little plaid skirt now hiked up around her hips, she grunted struggling and fighting him to no avail.

He pushed his cock inside of her starved pussy, impaling her, violating her. She tried to scream but his hand again covered her mouth. She closed her eyes as he began to fuck her hard, her cries muffled into moans against his palm. He pulled his cock out of her, then guiding himself into her tight little anus. His hands left her mouth, with a maliciously whispered warning not to make a sound. She felt his hands grip her hips and bounce her against him, his cock filling her tight ass. Fighting to suppress her moans, she felt her knees weaken as she fell back against him, her head on his shoulder, losing herself in it. His hand went around to her pussy, where his fingers harshly rubbed her sensitive throbbing clit. She shuddered and fought to stay quiet. The pleasure was almost too much for her until she felt his hand go to the back of her neck and again roughly force her against the brick wall. She felt his cock leave her and his warm cum spurting over her ass. She could feel him shudder as he came, and she raised her ass slightly, delighting in the feeling of his cum on her skin. He trailed his fingers over her rear and smiled at her degradation. Smiling softly to himself he zipped his pants and leaned dangerously close to his quivering victim and whispered in a soft southern drawl,

"Good girl..."

She blinked in disbelief as she realized that he was now walking away. She watched his form disappear from the alleyway and listened to his footsteps moving down the street.



Halloween



Lily has been reading Anaïs Nin. It's in her desk beneath the scrap paper. She has been reading way too much Anaïs Nin, and now tries to place together currents between people she has been reading about. She realises everything has the potential of sex behind it. She catches a smell and runs it through her mind for half an hour. At the traffic lights the man in the next car raises his eyebrows. Is it threat or invitation? 

***

The drive to work and home again punctuated his days. That flat backwards stretch gave him a pocket in time where he could lay his mind flat like the road and let his thoughts expand. A few other cars jutted along the highway, all of them the wrong way, against the traffic. He crossed the imaginary line every morning, from a small town almost far enough away from the city to be called country and not close enough to be a suburb, out to the districts, the opposite way of the rest of the traffic. 

Across the pastures that stayed green even in the middle of drought, he recalls a time when he thought of being a dairy farmer. He smirks a bit, keeping his eyes on the road. Good money but hard hours and now all the farms have been bought up by the big companies. Instead he ended up on a couple of acres with some fruit trees down the back and a nine to fiver job like everyone else. Oh well. 

***

From his office he can look out of his window to the lunchroom, catching the reflection off the commercial grade fridge he can see who is in there on their break. He waits for Dorothea to come out at 12 noon on the dot. (Mondays at 11.45) Today she waddles down on cue in her red cardigan, pilling on the arms and such a forceful colour that it makes the rest of her fade. He counts the days since he last saw Lily. Not long enough, only last week he went and asked about leave accumulating. Was she here today? Normally he would catch a flash of her car breeze past the front of the office at ten minutes before nine, sometimes even find an excuse to walk across to the other side of the building to watch her walk across the rear carpark and come in the back door as she did every morning. She had a routine, her stride was always even and her head tilted slightly up. Effortlessly she would pull her security pass from her big red bag with her left hand, swipe it across the panel and walk through the doorway. It was a routine she had repeated so regularly that she did not even look to her bag or break her step. 

He looks at her neatly pinned hair and skinny legs that stick out from beneath her coat. Once he had tried to describe it out loud in words. He had been looking at a digger that had been in an accident when he caught a glimpse of her eating lunch alone in the smidge of green left beside the quarry. Instead of words he just chocked and gave a cough.

***

Well, every day is Halloween around here. She gets out of the car and walks across the yard. The dust from the quarry gets up her nose straight away, she sucks it up, its just dust, and what is so terrible about dust? Everything turns to dust anyway, she works in the dust and it will turn into money. Then the money is dust, right? What then? Imagine, just a few more zeroes and she will be out of here. All that nothing will be turned into something... zero zero zero. Bang. Last night Jarod was drunk and Sally stayed over. They played loud music and she couldn't sleep, so she stayed up and wrote a eight hundred word email to Jo. She got a three line reply. Awake, she had stayed up reading old emails, following the snake chain that weaved between them, back and forth. His words were kind and grateful. She blinked, kept her feet crunching the gravel, walked through the door and through the corridors into the office she shared with Dorothea. 

'Happy Halloween.' Said Dorothea from behind her computer monitor. 

You are Halloween, she thought. 

Someone had hung some paper Jack o Lanters in the hallway but beyond that she would not have noticed the date. 

'Some of the boys are running around in costumes over in operations. Johno looks like Harry Potter' she said giving a snort of a laugh.

'Really?' said Lily 'Did any of the girls dress up?'

'Jamima's wearing an ugly orange dress but I don't think she did it on purpose. I need you to get all the end of month reports done by lunch time.' 

'No problems.' Said Lily.

She had done it all Friday afternoon when the rest of the staff were getting drunk but had left the paperwork in her desk. She only had enough work to keep busy about half the time but had learnt early on it was better to shut up about it. She logged on messenger to see who was there, then pulled out a pile of scrap paper and put it in her intray in case any managers should walk past. 

***

You've read this story before, right? Boy meets girls, boy gets girl. You know the drill. Of course you might be expecting more this time. Little clues have been left for you, tasty clues. For a while you'll get to know Lily and James, even like them. You'll want them to have each other. But will they? Well, probably. They might even love each other. She might just be a princess waiting for a prince! 

*** 

'Hi Lily.' She glanced up from her computer, wide eyed a little surprised suddenly drawn away from what she was concentrating on.

'James. Hi.' She replied, watching him stand in the doorway 'No costume?'

'Don't really buy into it.'

'Too bad. You've missed a golden opportunity to run around like an idiot and go to the pub after work.' She replied with a light hearted laugh. 

'You going tonight?' he asked.

'No unless you've got a fake ID for me.'

'Oh. Sorry, forgot.' 

'Maybe in eighteen months.' 

'I'll buy you a drink in eighteen months.'

She shrugs. A pause rose up between them where it felt like someone should of said something, but no one did. 

'Is Dorothea around?' her name broke the strange mood, a reminder perhaps of where they were.

'No she is at lunch. Can I help?'

She saw something, a glint in his eye, a tiny movement of muscles in his expression that meant something in a language she didn't speak. 

***

There were two types of people in the office. Those that were resigned to their fate, that is they turned up at nine each day and did as little as possible before the end of the day. They collected their paycheck on Thursday and that was the end of it. Then there where the types that gave a shit. Lily considered the emails the thing to give them away, an employee that sent and email before eight or after six was usually one of the alter types. She liked James simply for this reason. He did things properly, taking the time to explain things to customers and staff. If he walked past a piece of rubbish in the yard he would pick it up. 

He came around looking for Dorothea, but always ended up seeing her. She didn't think about it until Jasmine in Recievables made a comment under her breath. 

She walked to the photocopier at ten to five only to have Jasmine cut in front of her.

'Saw your boyfriend again today sauntering around your office.' Said Jasmine.

'Sorry?'

'James. Fancy that, a man with a wife and babies lusting after an eighteen year old.'

'Actually I'm not eighteen, and our relationship is based on a mutual esteem and wit. But you probably wouldn't understand that.' 

'What is that supposed to mean?'

Lily spun on her heel and went back to her office with a little smirk on her face. 

Perhaps it was victory or something else, but she suddenly felt different. She packed up her desk five minutes early and left, crumbling down the gravel road, down the hill and into the town, straight to the pub. 

*** 

What else can happen? She meets him, she young and vulnerable. Maybe not as vulnerable as you might think based on an initial impression. She reads pornography, so she's probably a slut underneath all that virginity. He is middle aged, wanted a life he didn't get. Stuck with a young family and a thankless job. What else can happen? You know what happens. They have a drink or two. He looks her in the eyes and pays her a marvellous compliment. He is sincere and she has a horrible home lief and has never had many compliments. Come on, life is crappy for Lily with her drunk brother and dusty, dirty job. Would you fall for it? Would you let him lead you outside and put you up against a brick wall? 

Lily is at the bar with her back to him. She has places her big red bag on the stool next to her. Long butterscotch waves fall down her back, he has never seen her hair lose before. He wants to touch it, he dreams of the scent of her hair. Black pant show the swell of her ass, reveal a slice of honey skin of her back and the curve of her waist. 

Feeling his gaze she turns and smiles. 

James is handsome. He is too old for her, she knows, and married. No future here but she doesn't mind so much. She has decided her life will be like an Anais Nin story now. As he sits down beside her she ruffles his charcoal hair, he is shocked at her intimacy but she just smiles again. 

'I'm glad you came.' She says.

'I'll buy you a drink.' He offers. 

They drink together and she inches herself close to him, their thighs brush, her cheeks blush with colour. With discretion she cocks her head to one side to see if he is hard, but she can't tell without letting her eyes linger to long. 

'Why do you like me?' she asks 'Is it because I'm young.' 

'It's because... you're different.' 

'How so? What could I possibly offer you except youth?' she asks.

'Understanding?'

'Perhaps.'

Another drink goes down but neither of them need it. Her cheeks blush pinker and he murmurs things in her ear as if they were already lovers. 

'I want to take you somewhere.' He says. 'A hotel.' 

'Come outside. We'll talk outside.' 

She slips off her stool and walks him outside by the hand. Outside he takes her across to his car and unlocks it but she does not move to get in. Instead she kissed him, at first gently as he leans in against her, both of their weight against his car. He kisses her back more violently, takes her waist in his hand and pulls her closer to him, as if he wanted her close, wanted to devour her but wasn't sure how. Her hands run under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest, flicking his nipples. 

'Now.' She says 'I don't want to go anywhere.' 

Moving his hand down from her waist he lets it slip down into her pants. He feels the soft warmth of her pubic hair then ventures further, desperate to feel her. It's wet and warm and incredible and he wants nothing more than to bury his face in it. 

He lays her on the grass beside the carpark. She is already naked. He pulls her knees apart, she just watches him to wait to see what he will do. A line of kisses is drawn from her knee, he buries his head and she is soft and sweet. A moan escapes her lips and he realises her eyes are closed. In response he moves faster, feels her get wetter. He lets his tounge skip across her clit, feeling every jolt of her body, every squirm. There is a sudden pain in his shoulder and he realises that she is grabbing at him, her nails digging into his shoulders. Letting go she lies further back and pulls her knees apart.

'Please.' She murmurs.

He obeys, gets his cock and pushes it into her, then rests it there and lets his face rest in the nook between her neck and shoulders for a moment. With a deep breath he sucks in her smell and draws his arms around her neck. Despite his weight her hips start to move back and forth beneath him and he surrenders to her. Everything is intoxicating and he knows he is going to come. 

Slow down, he thinks. He can't his body forces him to move faster and faster, thrusting into her. She moans louder, asking for more, asking for his cock, asking for his come. What else can he do but give it to her? Her head tilted back, olive eyes slightly lidded and her peach mouth pursed. In his hands her hips feel small, she is so light. A small groan escapes from him without him knowing, face buried in her neck the sweet citrus of her skin fills up his head.

It's not so bad. Maybe they will fall in love. Bring light into each other life. Maybe one is just what the other needed. 

On the way home he listened to Radiohead. Their conversations replayed in his head. Part of his mind tried to analyse every word, every gesture, a blink or a pause but was constantly interrupted. He thought about her ass and how it looked while she ordered a drink. He felt himself grow hard. Oh God. You pervert, you old man. He felt sick and every kilometre closer to home he felt the worse for it. 

In reality he would just forget her. She si a princes without a prince. She let him use her and know she is ruined. No good. Not good material anymore. Really? Or is it something more complicated? 

Each time they pass in the corridor his eyes would lay on her and follow her in a line. Then would come the guilt, it makes him swallow hard and his skin prickly. In his pants his cock has gotten half hard and he detours to the men's room. 

Lily eats an orange in bed. On her lap she has makes the patter of a flower with the peel and places the flesh in her mouth. She is glad that they have met. 



Halloween



Thanks to all those that commented or sent emails after my first post; they were very much appreciated. Some of the suggestions were quite interesting, and I may have to look into them. I haven't been writing this kind of thing long, normally doing fanfics for a forum I belong to, but I hope to keep doing this and getting better.

Any feedback is welcome, and thanks for reading :D

Halloween!

Tegan hated Halloween. It had to be one of the dumbest holidays going around. As if kids going from house to house to get candy from strangers wasn't bad enough, adults who were old enough to know better, got dressed up in lame costumes and then went to parties to get so blind, they would make out with anyone. Well, Tegan wouldn't be part of it. Not this year, or any other year.

It hadn't always been this way. As a kid, Tegan looked forward to this day every year, loving the whole dressing up bit and going to parties with her friends. Until the year she turned 17. That was the year she caught her supposed best friend Julia giving her boyfriend a blow-job under the stairs at the back of his house. Since then, Halloween has only ever meant bad things to her.

As she had for the past 5 years, Tegan planned on just locking the front door, turning off the lights and pretending she wasn't home. Sure, the kids of the neighbourhood would still knock and call out to her, but she would ignore them. If she couldn't have fun on this day, then why should they? No, let them get candy from someone else; this girl aint giving out squat!

When the phone rang Halloween morning, Tegan answered it. Had she known what was about to happen, she would have ignored that too.

"Teg's! I hope you're coming tonight. There is someone I want you to meet."

Her sister Karen. She liked her, and was glad that her brother had found someone, but if Karen thought she was going to come to her party, then she was going to be very disappointed. "No, I have to do something."

Karen shook her head, although Tegan couldn't see. "That excuse will not fly I'm afraid. I know this is not your favourite day of the year, but I promise; this year, you will want to come. Trust me."

For ten minutes, Tegan begged off. She promised to baby-sit free for six months, or to do their grocery shopping for six weeks, but Karen stood firm. She knew of Tegan's dislike of the day, and why she disliked it so, but this was going to fix everything. She had invited amongst others, one of the men from work. He was perfect for Tegan. Now, all she needed was to get her here.

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Checking her costume one final time in the mirror, Tegan left to go to her brother's house. She felt ridiculous, wrapped in nothing but a sheet, but it was all she had, given that she hadn't expected to be attending any party. When in doubt, toga! Thankfully there were other people out walking the streets in costume also, so she didn't look too out of place. 

Knocking on the door, Tegan prayed there was alcohol and lots of it. If she was pissed, then this wouldn't seem so bad. Once she was finally let in, she made a bee-line for what looked like the bar area, not even bothering to go and say hi to her brother or sister first. Normally she would have, but she needed a drink more than she needed to be polite.

She had just sculled her first drink and ordered a second, when some guy dressed as Superman came over. "How's about you and I go upstairs and see if I can't rock your world?"

Tegan almost choked on her drink. Was this loser for real? He was 40 if he was a day, with thinning hair, and teeth browner than his eyes. The fact that you could barely see his underpants because of the pot belly also did him no favours. Tegan may have not had sex in over 12 months, but she was not that desperate! She simply grabbed a fresh drink and told the guy to piss off before going to find someone she knew.

As she strolled around the room, Tegan willed for it to be midnight, so she could leave. The four drinks she had consumed since arriving had done nothing to cheer her up, and she didn't like being looked at like a present that all the men wanted to unwrap. Even a couple of the women had given her the once over and an inviting look, but she ignored them. Eventually she found Karen, dressed as Tweedle Dee, chatting with a woman dressed as Catwoman.

"Tegan! Glad you could make it hun. You look great. Did you want a drink?"

Tegan held up her almost empty glass and replied, "I'm good for the moment thanks."

Karen quickly introduced her to Catwoman, and then excused them both. Taking Tegan by the arm, she said, "Now, don't be mad, but I want to introduce you to someone. I work with him, and he's a nice guy."

Tegan stopped in her tracks. "You're kidding me right? Why would you do that?"

Not to be deterred, Karen answered, "Because you've been in a funk for over 12 months, since that louse Nigel left. Besides, Seb is new in town and doesn't know many people. I thought it would be nice if he had someone his own age to talk to. I'm not asking you to sleep with him or anything, but maybe you can talk to him. For me?"

Wanting to scream, throw down her glass and storm out, Tegan was about to protest about being set up when a young man dressed as a naval officer came over. He excused himself and then kissed Karen on the cheek. "Thanks for the invite, Karen, but I think I'm going to go."

As Karen tried to talk him in to staying, Tegan could only stand there and try to not let her jaw hit the ground. This guy was hot. And not just in a 'I haven't had sex in 12 months so I'll shag anyone' way, but in a 'oh my god, heaven on a stick' kind of way. Suddenly, she no longer wanted to leave. 

Karen, remembering her manners, made the introductions. Seems the young man was Seb. As he smiled at Tegan and shook her hand, she could feel herself heating up. She was standing there in little more than a sheet, and yet she was flushed. Holding on to her hand a little longer than was necessary, Seb told Tegan it was nice to meet her. Karen took the opportunity to slip away. Her job was done, now it was up to Tegan to do the rest.

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Some twenty minutes later, Seb and Tegan found themselves in the kitchen, talking away happily. They seemed to have a lot of things in common, not least of which was the fact that they both wanted to leave so they could fuck. Tegan had been undressing Seb with her eyes the whole time they had been talking, a fact that Seb hadn't missed. He in turn sat before her, and wondered what it would be like to put his hand under the sheet, and run his fingers up and down her thigh, before heading for her sweet spot. Eventually, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you want to go out and get some air? It's feeling a little stuffy in here."

Tegan smiled and told him it was a good idea. She thought it was cute that he came up with an excuse to get her alone. Most of the losers she knew just came out and asked if she wanted to shag. At least Seb had attempted to not be obvious. That just seemed to make her hotter. She had always had a thing for men in uniform, and now it would seem one of her fantasies was going to come true.

Outside, the air had cooled considerably, and Tegan shivered. Partly because she was cold, but also because of the anticipation. Seb, grabbing her hand, led her over to the pergola. Taking a seat on the swinging lounge, they sat there for a few moments, and then Tegan couldn't wait any longer. Making the first move, she leant over and kissed him. Not normally this forward, she found she was no longer in control of her body. Whilst it scared her, it excited her too.

As she kissed him, her hand ran the length of his thigh. When she had reached the top of his leg, she couldn't help but feel how excited he was becoming. This only encouraged her to caress him, making him harder. He groaned as his organ grew and strained against the material of his pants. Seb was a little shocked at how forward Tegan was, but then found that it excited him. It was nice for someone else to take the initiative occasionally.

Instructing Seb to take his trousers off, Tegan also stood and wriggled out of her panties. With Seb now free of his material constraints and standing to attention, she pushed him gently back down onto the seat. She then straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock. Wow, but he was huge! Thankfully all the thoughts she had been having of him back in the kitchen had 'lubricated' her, and he slipped in easily enough.

As they both rocked back and forth in a nice gentle rhythm, the swing rocked also, enhancing each thrust. With each too and fro movement, Tegan's need for Seb to go deeper grew. His hands fondled her breasts, which had been revealed as the sheet she was wearing fell off her shoulders. 

"Harder, Seb... faster..." she moaned. 

He accommodated her, also taking her breast into his mouth and playfully biting the nipple. He came first, but continued to rock back and forth, helping Tegan to find her own release. In the end she had to bite her lip, to stop the primal scream that fought to escape, and in doing so, drew blood.

Not removing herself from Seb's now deflated member, she reached under and cupped his balls. They were hot to the touch, but it had the desired affect. She could feel him getting hard again.

Seb leant forward and seductively licked the blood from Tegan's lip. This only served to fuel the fire again for her as well, and they soon found themselves rocking again, building momentum. Knowing it might be a little harder for Tegan to cum again so quickly, Seb put his hand under the sheet and caressed the already burgeoning bud of her sweet spot, barely touching it as he circled it.

Tegan arched her back as this time she came first; Seb's fancy finger work having done the trick. Just as she finished, Seb came. He held her close, and both shivered, but not because of the cold; both were so hot, they could have baked a cake! Slowly dismounting, Tegan stayed closed to Seb, curled up under his arm, the sheet she had almost lost covering her, but barely.

They sat there for a time, and eventually dressed and went back inside. Both promised to get together again, having enjoyed each other. In the end though, they both left and spent the night together, doing things to each other that would make the Karma Sutra look like a kids book!

Halloween no longer held bad memories for Tegan, and became her favourite holiday once again. Seb kept his uniform, and wore it more often than not, and not just on that one day a year! Life was good!



Halloween 9: Michael Gets Horny



It was Halloween night and Temperance was on her way over her friend Angela's house. Her and her friends where having a little get together. Being 18 was to old to celebrate Halloween, but they still liked to have their fun.

Temperance walked up to the house caring a bag full of scary movies. She knocked on the door then waited shivering in the cold.

Angela opened the door "Hey come on in Iris, Destiny, and Raven are already here." 

Temperance stepped inside taking off her coat then she lift up her bag. "Hey guys lookie lookie what I got"

Destiny came over grabbing the bag. "I should have known a bag of Halloween movies! Temperance how many times have you watched these? You are totally obsessed with these Michael Myers movies. Why don't you used ride his dick and get it over with already."


The girls burst into laughter as Destiny pretended to be Temperance rubbing the movies all over her body saying "Oh Michael come fuck me come fuck me hard!"

"Very funny Des," said Temperance. "I just love scary movies. I grew up on Halloween they are classics ya know."

"Got the snacks," said Iris coming from the kitchen into the living room. She carried a large bowl of popcorn and a bag of Halloween candy. "So what are we watching," she said sitting the snacks down on the table.

"We are watching Temperance boyfriend again," Destiny said laughing

"Well I guess he is pretty hot. He is dangerous I like dangerous guys," said Iris raising her eyebrows in a sexy manner.

"Yeah I guess so," said Angela. "I bet he is hot and has a great body under that jumpsuit of his."

"I bet he has a big cock under that jumpsuit," said Raven licking her lips seductively

"You guys are so silly," said Temperance laughing. "Lets watch the movies now." She got up and put the movie in the DVD player.

"I bet he is a killer in the sack," said Destiny winking

The girls laughed again then silenced as the movie started. Temperance turned off the lights and made herself comfortable on the floor. Time went by as they watched the movies.

"Run faster Laurie oh god run faster!" screamed Iris in horror

"Omg I don't know what I would do if I was in her situation!" said Angela looking horrified holding her chest as if she was really in the movie. 

"Why won't the bastard just die," said Destiny with frustration "He has been stabbed, shot, set on fire,crushed, and the list goes on. Why wont he die?"

"OK I cant take anymore this is so so scary I need a quick break. Any one want something to drink?" said Iris getting up

"Yeah bring us back some pops," said Temperance not looking up because her eyes are clued to the screen 

Iris when into the kitchen and turned on the light. "I hate scary movies," she thought as she grabbed a bag. she opened the refrigerator and put five pops in the bag. She closed the refrigerator and was about to leave when she heard a noise. It sounded like footsteps. Iris walked over to the kitchen window and peered threw the blinds. She saw a man wearing a jumpsuit and a white mask walking threw the backyard coming towards the house. She dropped the bag and quickly ran back into the living room.

"Omg omg Michael Myers is in the backyard!" Iris whispered in a frantic voice.

"Very funny Iris," said Raven. 

"Yeah it is ironic that Michael Myers is in the backyard while we are watching his movies," said Destiny 

"No I'm serious someone is in the back yard!" said Iris panicking

Destiny got up and went into the kitchen. She looked out side and the yard was empty.

"There is no one out there Iris. Your mind is playing tricks on ya" said Destiny walking back to the living room. "Lets finish the movie"

"You guys i'm serious someone was out there," said Iris still scared

"It was probably a lost trick or treater "said Angela

They continued watching the movie when they heard the back door burst open. They all ran into the kitchen to see the back door wide open blowing in the wind. No one was there

"What the fuck is going on here!?!" said Temperance

"The wind is pretty strong it blew the back door open," said Angela calmly

"The wind can't be that strong!" said Iris. "Its Michael Myers!!"

"Iris Seriously this whole Michael Myers thing is creeping me out I think I'll go home now its getting late" Said Raven walking back into the living room

"Wait I'm coming with you," said Iris grabbing her coat. "It's been fun guys but I'm scared and I want to go home too"

"Bye guys. See ya later" said Angela closing the door behind them. "Well I guess it's just us then"

"I guess so," said Temperance

They sat down when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They all looked in horror as they watched Michael Myers come down the steps. 

"Ok this must be the guys trying to scare us!" said Destiny trying to convince herself. She walked over to Michael.

"Hey lets see who is under that mask!" said Destiny reaching to pull it off.

Before she could reach his face he grabbed her arm and stabbed her in the heart with his knife. Then let her drop to the floor.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," screams Temperence and Angela.

Michael walked toward them with his knife raised. They ran out the living room and stupidly toward the stairs. Running up the stairs close behind Temperance Angela trips and slides down the steps. Quickly she tries to get back up, but Michael slashes her ankle. 

"Temperance please help me," screams Angela

Temperance reaches down to grab her but of course it was to late. Michael stabbed her violently in the back of her head. 

"NOOOOO," Temperance screams

Michael looks up at her then struggles to pull the knife free from her head. Temperance runs up stairs and into her bedroom. Michael pulls the knife free and makes the journey up to the bedroom. Temperence opens the window and looks down. It was too high to jump. Thinking quickly she runs to the bed and drags her twin size mattress to the window. Before she has a chance to throw it out the window Michael breaks down her locked door. 

Temperance turns around horrified as she is face to face with the infamous Michael Myers himself. Staring into those soulless empty black holes in his mask she cannot move. She closes her eyes and awaits her bloody death. After what seem likes hours, but was only seconds, Temperance opens her eyes wondering why hasn't she been slaughtered. Michael steps closer to her. Temperance feels something rock hard poking against her. 

Michael grabs her and pushes her roughly to her knees. He tears a hole at the crotch of his jumpsuit. His hard cock springs out it is covered in veins. He yanks Temperance hair up and pushes her into his cock. Not wanting to anger him Temperance takes his cock into her hand. She flickers her tongue across the head licking it like a lollipop. She swirls her tongue around it as she sucks it slowly into her mouth. She bobs her head back and forth on his cock and she fastens her paste. She slowly starts to suck harder and harder and faster and faster as she sucks in his 7-inch cock whole. Michael moans and throws his head back pushing her face more and more into his crouch. She reaches up and pulls on his balls lightly knowing that will send him over the edge. Temperance continues her fast paste sucking him with high vacuum power. After a minute or so Temperance feels Michael tenses up and she knows he is going to explode. She swallows his cock as squirts of cum slide down her throat.

His cock falls out of her mouth. Temperance is now clueless and doesn't know what to do. She thinks about making a break for it, but Michael has other plans. He picks her up and throws her on the bed. He takes his knife and cuts off her pants and panties. Already hard again Michael positions his cock toward her pussy hole. Not being gentle at all Michael rams in his cock into her with full force making Temperance scream for she was a virgin. Not changing his force Michael continually pushes into her faster and faster ignoring her horrified screams. He grunts loudly.Her pussy is so tight its milking him like a cow. Over and over he fucked her for what seem like hours. Finally he came filling her with his cum.

Michael bends down so there are face to face. Temperence looks at him with blurred vision from the tears. She then looks in horror as she see the glistening of the bloody knife come down to her. Soooowwwssshhhhh was the sound of the knife quickly penetrating deeply in her throat. She was gone eyes wide open. Michael once again lowers his face to hers. He moves his head slighty from side to side staring at her almost with satisfaction.

Finally Michael leaves and walks down the street forming another hard on. He hasn't had sex ever before tonight so he has a lot of catching up to do but that's another story...



Halloween: A New Adventure



Chapter 1: A New experience all the way around

Tiffany walked through the quiet neighborhood. She had grown up in this town and always wished she could get out of it. Now at 18, she figured she was going to spend the rest of her life in this one horse town. She kicked her sandaled foot against the gravel by the sidewalk as she continued walking. Sighing to herself she looked at the dark houses. It was Halloween night; it was supposed to be the greatest night of the year to be young. In Tiffany's opinion, it was just another day. The fact that today was her 18th birthday didn't help her mood at all. Her parents had thrown her a small party for her friends, and then convinced her to take her little sister out trick or treating while they were busy getting high and fucking each other until they passed out. She had waited until her sister was asleep before she slipped quietly out of the house to the sounds of her mother screaming in pleasure from their bedroom.

She sat down on the sidewalk, feeling her mini-skirt slide up her slim hips. One of the few things Tiffany had been proud of during her life was her body. She had started developing at a young age and now, she felt her body was perfect. Her shoulder length brownish blonde hair, was hanging loose around her shoulders. Her pert 36C tits were pulled tight in her sports bra and showed perfectly in the street lamp under her purple tank-top. Her violet eyes glanced around looking for some kind of action, although she knew for a fact that she would never find any round here.

Ever since she graduated in June and started working at her aunt's bookstore part time, Tiffany had been racking her brain trying to figure out what she wanted to do with her life. Her grades could only guarantee her a trip to the community college in the next town over. 

Tiffany looked up and down the quiet street. "God, there has got to be something fun to do in this one horse town." She growled into the light breeze. She felt the wind brush up under her skirt and sighed as it hit the heat of her pussy. She had decided when she got up that since she was an adult now, she should start dressing like one. Her father had given her a wicked smile when she walked into the dining room. Her breasts were barely contained in the sports bra and tank top she was wearing and the skirt was short enough, that if you looked close, you could see a bit of her pubic hair. She had smiled and kissed his cheek when she said good morning. 

When she felt his hand slip up under her skirt and brush gently over her pussy when her mother wasn't looking, she looked at him in surprise and grinned when he grinned at her and kissed her nose. "Happy birthday baby girl," He said with a smile letting his finger slide between her pussy lips and brushing lightly against her clit before he pulled away.

Tiffany had to smother a gasp as she pulled away from him when her mother came into the room. She kissed her on the cheek then sat down to eat her breakfast, even as her pussy throbbed with need.

Now as she sat on the sidewalk looking around, the cold wind brushing up under her skirt made her pussy throb more than it had this morning when her father touched her. "God, I need something." She whined reaching under her skirt and brushing her hand over her swollen flesh. She gasped as she felt how hot her pussy was. She had heard older girls at school talking about playing with themselves when their boyfriends weren't around. She had never touched herself, but as hot as she was, she wondered what it would be like. She let her finger slide between her pussy lips and gasped louder when she brushed her finger against her clit.

Tiffany knew as good as it felt, she couldn't just sit here. She needed to go home and touch herself in the privacy of her own room. Standing up, she started back the way she came, hurrying to get home even as her pussy throbbed with need. When she was about two blocks from her house, she stopped. Off to the right was a bright light, she knew no one lived down that street and couldn't figure out where the light was coming from. Tiffany was torn, her pussy was on fire, so she wanted to get home to take care of it. At the same time, she was drawn towards the light. She turned her head back and forth, trying to decide when she finally turned towards the light.

At first she was confused. The street didn't look any different than it did any other day of the year. As she continued down the street, she saw the light again. Now she was more curious and continued to follow it until she came to a house she didn't recognize. It was lit up with neon lights, even though the windows were covered by what looked like black poster paper. The porch light was on and a sign read, come inside if you dare. Above the door was another sign. This one said the house of horrors: we will make your worst nightmare and all your dreams come true.

Tiffany slowly walked up the steps, her pussy was throbbing almost uncontrollably and it seemed to get worse as she moved towards the door. She hesitated as she reached the door and was about to turn around and run back home when suddenly it opened. She gasped as she looked in the partially open doorway. It looked like a set of stairs led off the entryway and there was more red lights coming from the right. She couldn't tell if it was another room or what. "H-hello?" She asked stepping into the entryway. "Is anybody here?"

She jumped as the door suddenly closed behind her. She turned and pulled at the knob, starting to freak when it wouldn't open. Suddenly she heard a voice behind her and jumped again. "Welcome to the house of horrors."

Tiffany turned and bit back a scream. The man standing there's skin looked grey and like it was pasted on his bones. She wondered if it was a costume or if this guy always looked like he was half dead. "H-hello," she said through a quivering voice.

The man smiled and Tiffany felt like she was looking into the mouth of a hungry lion. "Welcome, I hope you enjoy your time here." He lifted his arm like he was offering her a chance to go further into the house.

Tiffany swallowed hard as she looked at him. "Um... What do I do?"

The man smiled again. "Just head up the stairs, each room holds a new horror. Please enjoy yourself."

She eyed him for a minute but when he didn't move, she hesitantly moved towards the stairs. She looked back at the door once more, the slowly made her way up. Once she was at the top of the stairs, she turned right and entered a long hallway. There were six doors, three on each side of the hall. She could heard cries and screams coming from behind some of the doors and shivered.

As she slowly moved towards the first door, her pussy started pulsing harder. It was like she was being led down the hall by her body. Swallowing hard, she turned the door handle. The room looked like an old-time bedroom with mirrors for walls. There was an old iron bed sitting in the middle of the room. She moved further into the room and jumped when the door suddenly slammed behind her. She didn't bother trying the door knob. Somehow she knew she wouldn't be able to open it. Tiffany looked around the room; she had no idea what was so horrifying about a bedroom. "Hello?" She called into the empty room. She felt a cool draft move over the room and when she looked towards the mirrors, it looked like someone was moving along the room. When she looked around though, there was no one there but her.

Her hands were shaking slightly as she moved towards the bed. She figured that since she was here, she may as well take care of the heat in her pussy. She slid the skirt down over her hips, then sat back on the bed. She jumped a bit when it creaked beneath her but she just ignored it when she laid back on the bed. Tiffany positioned herself so she was laying lengthwise on the bed and spread her legs wide open. She reached down and started brushing her fingers over her clit as she started to moan. "Oh yeah, that feels good." She said as she let her eyes close and her hips lifted against her hand. She let her fingers brush down further, letting a finger slide inside her burning hole and let out a loud moan. "Fuck yes." She cried slowly working her finger in and out her pussy.

Tiffany worked on her pussy for a good five minutes before she realized something was wrong. Her pussy was on fire, and her fingers felt so good inside her, but she couldn't move her legs. It was like they had been glued to the bed. She pulled her hand out of her pussy as she tried to lift her legs from the bed. "What is going on?" She cried when her hands suddenly flew up above her head. It was like her hands were suddenly handcuffed to the headboard. She could move her hands but she could barely move her wrists or arms. She would try to pull away from the headboard and it was like there was rope or something holding them there.

"Please, somebody help me." She whispered as she once again felt the rush of cold air. This time it brushed over her body and made her shiver. "What is going...? On my god..." She cried when she suddenly felt a tongue brush against her pussylips. "How is that happening?" She looked down between her spread legs, but all she could see was the bedspread. She felt the tongue brush against her again, and then what felt like fingers spreading her pussy lips open. "Oh god, what is happening to me?" She cried trying harder to pull herself up off the bed. When she felt the tongue brush against her swollen clit, she cried out. Her body stiffened as she had the first orgasm she had ever had. "Fuck!!!! Oh Fuck!!!!" She cried as her body started to calm down.

Suddenly her hips lifted and her breathing started coming out in pants as she felt the tongue brushing against her clit once more. "Oh, oh my god," she panted as she felt her orgasm rising once more. Tiffany threw her head back and forth on the pillow as her body pressed up towards the invisible mouth. She felt the tongue slide off her clit and moaned, then whined with need when she felt it suddenly slid inside her and start working slowly in and out. "Ugh, oh fuck. What is happening to me?"

Tiffany continued pulling at the invisible bonds even as her hips pressed harder against the invisible mouth pleasuring her body. When she felt like a finger was replacing the mouth inside her, she screamed in pleasure as her body was pushed over the edge once more. "Ugh, oh god, please don't stop." She begged the invisible body as she felt lips wrap around her clit and the finger inside her start moving faster and harder. "Ugh, oh god, I'm going to cum again." She lifted her legs and hips the best she could with the invisible restraints even as her face turned towards the mirror.

Tiffany suddenly found her voice enough to scream as she looked at the mirror. In the mirror, there was a man lying down between her legs. He had his hands between her legs. She looked at the mirror at the end of the bed and could see the man with his one hand moving quickly in and out of her tight hole, even as his mouth continued to suck on her throbbing clit. Tiffany started struggling even more then before when she looked down at the bed but saw just the bedspread once again. She let her frightened eyes dart back to the mirror and saw the dark haired man between her spread legs. She could also see what looked like chains holding her legs to the bed. She glanced up on the mirror to her hands and saw that she was indeed handcuffed to the headboard, although she couldn't see them outside the mirror. "What the hell is going on?" She cried even as her body continued to push against the mouth pleasuring her.

Tiffany tried to control her breathing, but the man's tongue was turning her body on so much that there was no stopping the moans and cries of pleasure. When he pushed her over the edge once more, she felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure. She felt her body calming down yet again, but the man in the mirror didn't let up. She felt her body starting to turn on once more and forced herself to watch the mirror instead of looking down at the bedspread. She had a feeling that the man in the mirror was a ghost, but she was so lost in pleasure she was afraid to consider the possibility that she was being raped by a ghost.

"Ugh, please don't stop." She begged even as she felt her body go over the edge for what felt like the 10th time.

Suddenly it was like the mouth and fingers were gone and Tiffany jumped. "What...?" Suddenly it was like a heavy body was suddenly lying on top of her. She looked at the mirror and suddenly the dark haired man was lying over her splayed body. Tiffany started to panic once more, she could feel the pressure of the man lying on her, but she couldn't see him except in the mirror. "God, what is happeni...?" Her words were cut off as she watched the man in the mirror move his mouth towards hers and felt a warm, hot mouth brush over hers, then kiss her harder. She tried to pull away but the mouth held hers tightly against his own as he forced his tongue into her mouth. Tiffany whined and whimpered against the invisible kiss even as she felt something hard probing between her legs. She tried to see what it was in the mirror, but she couldn't see over the man's ass.

She had to admit he was handsome, he didn't look like he stood over 5'10" from the length of his body and she could tell he was slender from the weight on her body. When he lifted his hips in the mirror, she saw his balls swinging and a bit of his cock as it suddenly pressed between her legs inside her. "Nooooooooooooooo..." She screamed against his mouth as she felt his cock spread her pussy lips open and slide into her soaked cunt.

Tiffany tried harder to pull away as he continued to kiss her, holding her head with his hands as his cock continued it seeking inside her pussy. She had to admit, it felt good, she felt a bit of stretching, but other than that, all she felt was a bit of fullness. Then suddenly it felt like something ripped inside her and she screamed into the mouth as pain seared through her body.

Tiffany felt tears stream down her cheeks as the mouth suddenly left hers. She felt a hand brushing gently through her hair even as she heard a soft voice by her ear. "I'm sorry little one, it always hurts the first time. It won't hurt anymore though."

She looked in the mirror and saw the head of the man lying on her. "W-who are you?" She stuttered looking into his blue eyes.

The man smiled; as he kept his eyes locked on hers and held his body inside her. "My name is Jeremy."

Tiffany moved her hands in the cuffs wishing she could feel him even though she had a feeling that even if her hands were free, she wouldn't be able to. "Are you a ghost?"

Jeremy sighed as he slowly pulled part way out of her then slid back inside once more. "Yes, I died in 1884."

Tiffany still felt a twinge of pain as he slid inside her but for the most part, the movement felt good. She closed her eyes as she let his slow strokes bring her body to life once more. Jeremy slowly stroked inside her making sure his cock dug deep to give her the most pleasure. "Ugh, yes." She moaned as she felt him bottom out inside her, then pull back before bottoming out once more.

Jeremy chuckled as he let his hands roam over her body. He had spent the last 100 years using the bodies of the women who came to the house of horrors. When he had died from the plague, he had no interest in moving on. He had only been 22, he felt like he still had a lot of life ahead of him. He had haunted his hometown for over 50 years when he saw the light of the house. He had worked it out with the owner of the house, who happened to be a ghost himself to have a permanent job.

Over the past 50 years, Jeremy had been with a lot of different women, but none of them made him feel anything like the virgin he had beneath him. She was lifting her hips against him each time he slid deep into her waiting well. She was crying out, moans of pleasure were escaping her lips as he pushed her closer and closer to orgasm once more. 

Tiffany felt Jeremy's hands moving softly over her breasts and her cries came out more prominent. "Oh yes, fuck me. Touch me, do whatever you want to me, just don't stop."

Jeremy chuckled, and then moaned himself as he continued to drive inside her. Jeremy started moving harder and faster in the tight hole, even as he felt what should have been his own orgasm rising up. Jeremy knew from experience that he couldn't cum, but that didn't stop the tingling sensation from coursing through his cock. "Cum for me little one, cum for me again."

Tiffany's breath came out in ragged pants as she felt her orgasm rising once more. "Fuck, oh god Jeremy, you're going to make me cum again. I can't hold it back."

Jeremy nibbled at her neck as he fucked her with powerful strokes. The bed rocked from the movement of her body slamming up against him. "Cum for me little one, cum for me now."

Tiffany screamed as she felt her orgasm wash over her once more, she felt Jeremy stiffen and waited for something to spurt inside her, but nothing came. Instead she just heard him cry out and then collapse against her body. "Oh my god, that was amazing." She said softly as she looked towards the mirror.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked once again. The mirror was empty, the chains that had been holding her were gone, and so was Jeremy. She slowly lowered her arms as she looked around the room. It was empty, just as it had been all night. She felt the light draft once more as she slowly sat up and reached down between her legs. Her pussy was soaked from all the times she had cum and when she pulled her fingers away, she gasped as she saw a bit of blood. She knew she wasn't starting her period so it had to be from Jeremy breaking her hymen.

Tiffany quickly pulled her skirt back on as she gingerly stood up. Her legs were a bit shaky but she was able to walk so she turned the door knob. Somehow she wasn't surprised that it turned easily and she found herself back in the long hallway. A part of her wanted to turn around and head back down the stairs and out of this creepy house, but another part of her wanted to know where the other doors led. Somehow, she let her curiosity get the better of her and she continued to the next door. As she slowly opened it, she wondered what the house of horrors had in store for her this time.

 

Chapter 2: First a ghost, now a mummy?

Tiffany stepped into the room and looked around. This place kept getting creepier and creepier. The last room looked like a room of mirrors at a carnival. This one reminded her of a crypt at the local cemetery. There were five coffins strewn around the room in a circle. Four of them had the lids down, the fifth one was open and looked empty. She noticed as she moved towards it, that the fifth one was sitting in the middle of the room. It was like an alter in the middle of the room. She moved slowly towards it, she didn't know why, but somehow she was drawn towards the fifth coffin.

When she reached it, she reached inside and felt the silk lining. It was just like any other coffin she had ever seen at the local funeral home. The casing was wood, and the inside was red and white. She leaned over more and lifted the pillow at the top of the coffin when suddenly she felt something push her from behind and she landed in the coffin on her stomach. "What the...?" she cried rolling over onto her back as the lid suddenly closed over her. "God, no please." She screamed pounding at the lid.

Tiffany pounded over and over at the lid but it wouldn't open. She tried to remain calm, but her panic just wouldn't leave her, especially when she felt something moving underneath her. She held herself perfectly still as she felt material brushing over her body and something lifting her skirt. "Please, don't hurt me." She cried into the darkness.




Halloween: A New Adventure



She felt the thing moving beneath her again and heard what sounded like material ripping even as she felt her skirt pushed up further until it was wrapped around her waist. "Wh-what is happening?" She asked softly in the quiet of the coffin. She saw a bit of light coming from the side of the coffin and realized there was a hole for air even as she felt something alive and hard pressing up between her legs. "God no, not again," she cried beating at the lid of the coffin once more even as she felt a bandaged hand grab her arms and hold them against her sides and her body lifted just enough for the long, slender cock to slide into her still soaked pussy.

She tried pulling away from the probing cock, but it lodged deep inside her even as she was forced down over it. "No, ugh, oh god, no, not again." She cried as she felt her body pulled down against the body beneath her and the cock stretching her pussy start slowly moving in and out. Tiffany was pulled down so she was lying on the body the cock belonged to. Her legs were spread out before her even as the huge stick plowed deep inside her soaked hole. The bandaged hands that had grabbed her arms, now wrapped around her body, holding her tight against the thing even as she felt her hole filled over and over again.

"Please, please stop." She begged, trying to pull away from the driving piece of flesh, but she was held tight against the body beneath her. She tried pulling at the hands holding her tight, but they didn't budge except to reach up to the collar of her tank top and pull it and her bra down exposing her breasts. "God, no not that." She cried as she felt the hands pawing at her breasts even as the cock drilling in and out of her pussy started moving faster and harder. The hands on her breasts pulled and turned her nipples as she felt her orgasm rising quickly over her once more. "First a ghost, now a mummy..." She cried softly in the darkness as she came from the hard thrusts.

Tiffany's body stiffened even as she heard a low growl by her ear. "Ugggggghhhhh..." The deep voice growled as the cock drilled faster into her hole.

"Ugh, oh god." Tiffany whimpered as she felt the fingers pulling harder at her nipples and her hips moving of their own accord pulling the cock deeper into her hot well.

She heard the growl from beneath her once more as the thrusts increased in power and speed once more. Tiffany felt her pussy tightening and loosening around the hard flesh and her breathing started coming out in mewling pants as she braced her hands against the lid of the coffin and pressed tighter against the meat slamming into her. Suddenly she whined and cried out in surprise as her nails scraped against the lid of the coffin and the felt her world changing. She felt the arms tighten around her and suddenly she was lying on her side with one of the mummy's hands pressing her leg forward until her knee was pressing against the side of the box.

Tiffany mewled in pleasure as she realized she could feel more of the mummy's cock on each inward thrust. "Oh yeah, that feels so good." She purred pressing her hands against the side of the box as she pressed back against him.

She heard the growl coming from behind her once more and took it to mean that he was enjoying himself. She definitely got that impression when she suddenly felt a hand gripping her hip and pulling her tight against him as she felt something warm squirt inside her. "Ugh, oh Yessssssssssssssss..." She cried as she felt her own orgasm wash over her once more.

She lay there, trying to catch her breath as she felt the shrinking flesh slip from her once again well worked hole. It seemed like a hole opened up in the bottom of the coffin, because she heard a low growl and when she turned back onto her back once more she was alone. Reaching up, she pushed on the lid and wasn't surprised to find it easy to open. Fixing her skirt, she climbed out of the deathbed and wondered what else this fun house had in store for her.

 

Chapter 3: This wolfman is more than a dog man

Tiffany let herself out of the crypt room and continued down the hall. The next two rooms she came to were completely empty. No furniture, no nothing. The next door she came to, she opened and gasped. There was a slender woman with long, flowing silver hair riding a man on a bed like the one the ghost had fucked her on. The man was handcuffed to the head of the bed, as well as gagged and there were screeches coming from the woman's mouth as she used him for her own pleasure.

She let her eyes meet the man's and smiled. She recognized him as the man who owned the local bakery. She was sure that his wife had no idea that he was handcuffed in a horror house getting the shit fucked out of him by a banshee. She waved and smiled at him, then closed the door behind her. She heard him cry out to her, but she ignored it and moved to the next door.

"This place keeps getting stranger and stranger." She said to herself as she stepped into the room. This one looked like she was suddenly in the middle of the woods. When she closed the door, she saw that it turned into a tree. It was as if the door wasn't even there. 

Slowly she moved further into the room, after her last two experiences, she was sure there was some horror here waiting to pounce. She wasn't far off. She had been walking through the woods for about 5 minutes when suddenly she was pushed once again from behind and landed on her stomach. "God, not again." She growled pushing herself up onto her hands and knees. It was then she heard the low growl. Trembling she looked behind her and a huge scream escaped from between her lips.

Coming up behind her was a huge monster that looked like it belonged in a horror film. She knew without hesitation that her newest encounter was going to be with a 6'8" werewolf. Tiffany tried to pull herself to her feet but she felt a huge paw press against her back as her skirt was pushed up once more. "God no. You will tear me apart." She whimpered looking over her should as she saw his huge cock. It had to be at least a foot long and 3 inches in diameter. She clawed at the ground and tried once more to pull away when suddenly she felt his paws grip her hips and drag her backwards.

She screamed as she felt him impale her on his huge stalk of meat. He stretched her further then the mummy or the ghost had and she was sure he was ripping her apart from the inside out. She felt him hit bottom inside her and reached between her legs to find that there was still about half of his cock sticking out of her body. "Please, I just want to go home." She cried as she felt him pull back then bury himself inside her once more.

The wolfman let out a loud howl as he started to plow deep inside her body. Tiffany cried softly against the grass as she felt his huge flesh driving deep inside her swollen hole. "Ugh, oh god." She cried as she felt his flesh press against her sensitive clit. "What is happening to me?"

The wolfman reached up and tore her tank top down and started mauling her breast as he fucked her with short fast strokes. Every time he slammed into her Tiffany felt her body pressed forward then dragged back as he held her tightly against him. She dug her fingers into the soft earth as she started meeting his strokes with movements of her own. "Ugh, oh yeah fuck me you animal." She growled as with each stroke he caressed her clit.

The wolfman howled again as he slammed harder into her making her purr with pleasure. He loved the feeling of the girl beneath him and was tempted to keep her for his own. He had been at this for over 50 years and wanted a piece of flesh he could call his own. As he continued to plow into her he knew he would have to let her go, even though he didn't want to.

"Yes oh yes." Tiffany screamed as she felt her orgasm start washing over her once more. She knew she had come more in one night then she ever thought possible and she was sure her ordeal was far from over.

The wolfman let out another loud howl and suddenly she felt something hot squirt into her body. "Oh god, yes cum inside me you monster." She cried as she lowered her head to the forest floor. She felt his cock start to leave her pussy and tightened down on it hoping to keep him inside her even longer. She felt him leave her and move into the forest, she kept her head down until she was sure she was alone again then slowly pulled herself to her feet.

"I gotta get out of this crazy place." She panted resting against a tree as her once again well fucked cunt throbbed. She felt the wolfman's cum leaking down her leg and just smiled as she quickly let herself out of the room and back into the hallway.

 

Chapter 4 this vampire wants more than her blood

Tiffany stood panting in the hallway. She knew she should run back down the stairs and get out of this crazy place. There was no telling what other kinds of monsters they had locked up in here that wanted to ravish her body. As she stood there debating what to do she heard a door open down the hall. Slowly she turned towards it and saw a hand peeking out beckoning her forward. She didn't know what it was but for some reason she followed the hand until she was inside the room.

"Hello my little pretty." A deep male voice said as the door closed behind her.

Tiffany gasped as she looked into the dark piercing eyes and fangs of a vampire. "Oh my god no." She cried turning and trying to rip the door open. She knew it wasn't going to open but that didn't stop her from trying.

"Come to me little one." The voice said from the middle of the room. 

There was something about it that was mesmerizing her and Tiffany couldn't fight it. She slowly turned around and walked towards her nightmare. She had been afraid of vampires since she was a little girl and this one was no different.

He looked like every vampire she had seen in the movies or read about in books. His pale skin seemed to glow as she slowly walked towards him. He was dressed in what looked like a tuxedo without the jacket. Instead his body was covered by a long cape that he pulled loose so that she could see all of him. "I'm afraid." She said as she stood just inches from him.

"Afraid of what my sweet." He said as he ran his tongue over his fangs and she shivered.

"She wanted to run, she wanted to go home but she was frozen with fear. "I'm afraid of you."

This made him smile. Every woman who came to the house of horrors was afraid of him at first. He had never seen any vampire movies but he had heard tales. He reached out and touched her gently on the face and she forced herself not to pull away. "I won't hurt you little one."

She wanted to believe him, every other horror in this house had made her feel good things in the end but this was her worst nightmare come to life. "J-just get on with it." She stammered looking into his midnight blue eyes.

This made him smile more. Taking her by the hand he led her over to the bed. She started to climb onto it but he grabbed her by the waist and bent her over so she was leaning over the bed. "What are you going to do?" She stammered looking over her shoulder at him.

The vampire smiled once more then dropped to his knees behind her. Tiffany was frightened but at the same time a tingle started in her pussy as she looked at him. When he reached up and gently covered her ass with his fingers she moaned softly.

"Relax little one, you are going to enjoy this." He leaned forward and placed soft kisses against her ass-cheeks making her whimper softly. When she suddenly felt what felt like a pin prick in her ass she stiffened then relaxed when she felt the blood leaking down her ass.

"Just a little blood my sweet." He said licking it up then locking his lips against the sore and sucked gently.

Tiffany shivered as he drank the little bit of blood that was coming from the cut. She started to stand up and move away when she felt his fingers brush over her sensitive pussy flesh. "Oh my..." She gasped when his fingers brushed against her clit and he pinched it lightly.

"Like that my little one?" He asked seductively as he licked at her creamy flesh.

"Uh huh..." She said through a soft breath of air as she felt his fingers drop lower and enter her hot slit. She felt her pussy starting to heat up as he slowly worked his finger in and out. "Oh god, that feels so good." She panted pressing back against him.

He just chuckled as he leaned forward and locked his lips on her clit, sucking roughly at it as he slid another finger inside her and started sawing it in and out.

"Oh, ugh, oh my..." Tiffany moaned throwing her head back and closing her eyes. "Please don't stop."

The vampire sucked hard at her clit as his fingers flew deep inside of her. Tiffany was mewling with pleasure then suddenly let out a cry as she felt his fang dig into her clit and felt him sucking at the blood he found there. "Oh god, stop please." She begged trying to pull away from him once more.

He stood up and held tightly to her hips as he leaned over and gently licked at her neck. Tiffany stiffened with fear sure he was going to bite her on the neck and suck all her blood out or turn her into a vampire like him. Instead he just held her as she felt his cock seeking out the entrance to her body. "Oh..." She purred softly as she felt him brush against her pussy again.

"Oh no my sweet, not there."

"She looked over her shoulder at him. "What do you...? Oh no, not there." She cried trying to pull away as she felt him pressing against her virgin ass. "No, you can't fuck me there."

He just held tighter to her hips as he pulled her tight against him. Tiffany screamed as he tore into her virgin ass. "Oh yes, such a nice ass," he growled holding tight to her hips as he buried himself completely inside her.

Tiffany felt the tears sliding down her cheeks. It felt like she had a log lodged up her tight asshole. "Please stop." She begged as she felt him start to withdraw then press back in until he was completely lodged inside her once more.

"Relax little one, you will like this." He purred against her ear as he let one of his fingers drift down and started fingering her pussy again. He pressed tightly against her clit and heard her soft intake of breath as she let it out harshly.

The pain was still there, as he slowly worked his cock in and out of her ass but it was fading as he continued punishing her clit with his fingers. He took it between two fingers and squeezed it making her whimper with pleasure as she pressed back against him. "Oh god, don't stop." She begged as the pain started to dull and pleasure replaced it.

"I told you that you would like it little one." He cooed in her ear as he started speeding up his strokes making squishy noises in her tight ass. He slammed his hips forward burying himself completely once more and heard her cry out. He knew this time they were cries of pleasure instead of pain. As he continued the assault on her ass, he slid 3 fingers into her soaked hole and heard her whimper of need. "Oh god, I need to cum so bad." She cried letting her head rest against the bed as she worked her hips back and forth trying to pull more of him inside her.

"You will little one." He snarled as he started pounding her ass with his hard cock. He watched it drive deep inside her once virgin hole as he worked his fingers in her pussy with the same speed and careless nature.

His cock and fingers moved faster and harder inside her making her whimper and cry out with each stroke. "Fuck, ugh, oh god yes. More please more." She begged digging her nails into the comforter as she slammed her ass back against him. "Make me cum on that big dick."

The vampire was feeling the pleasure as much if not more than Tiffany was. Her ass felt like a tight vice wrapped around his cock and he knew he couldn't fuck her with such intensity much longer before he was going to be spewing deep inside her. "Oh yes, such a hot, tight ass. So good on my cock." He growled as he slammed harder and deeper inside her while making sure his fingers dug deeper inside her hot well.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum." She cried slamming harder against him as she felt her orgasm rising faster.

"Yes little one, cum on my big dick. Cum for me." He slammed into her once more and heard her cry out as he pushed her over the edge. As her body tightened around him he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He dug his fangs into her neck as he slammed forward one last time and emptied himself into her tight ass.

Tiffany screamed as she felt the pain mingled with the pleasure. She came again this time harder as she felt his fangs mark her and felt her blood slipping between his lips.

Tiffany was sure she was going to die. She was going to die at the tender age of 18. She couldn't believe it. She wanted to live, she didn't want to die the night she discovered the pleasures of the body. So she was surprised when he drank some then reluctantly released her. "Go little one, go before I can't stop myself." She felt him leave her body and pull away into the middle of the room.

She put her hands over where he had bitten her and was surprised to feel the two pin pricks. She hurriedly pushed her skirt down then ran from the room grateful to be away from that particular horror.

Epilogue

After her encounter with the vampire Tiffany knew it was time to go home. She had fun tonight but she just wanted to be in her own bed. She ran down the stairs and out the door before the doorman could utter a word. As the door of the creepy house closed behind her she turned around, but all she saw was an empty lot. Halloween was over, the house was gone.

As she slowly made her way back home she knew that it would come back next Halloween and she was going to make sure she visited again. After all what was Halloween without a few tricks or treats?

The end



Halloween: A Night To Remember



"All Hallo's Eve," thought Lucinda, "My favorite night of the year!" It was the one night she could mix with mortals and could have, what they called sex! "Mmm, last year had been wonderful," she thought, "but this year will be even better." Standing on top of the tall building in Chicago, she looked down at all of the people scurrying around. Looking like a goddess, long blonde hair flowing down her back, little turned up nose and pouty full lips. Her eyes were blue as ice, her smile stunning, her body was exquisite. Full firm breasts that turned up a little at the nipple, a very slim waist and legs that went on forever. 

As a witch, she was not allowed down amongst the common mortals and she was so bored with the warlocks she had met. Halloween, as the mortals called it, was the only time she could see what mortals had to offer her tight tingling body. She had to find someone to help her aching body, to put out the fire that burned in her loins. Going down the elevator, smiling at the little children all dressed up in costumes, to go door to door, to get candy! Silly little customs they had here on earth.

She walked out of the building and down the street, unsure what she was looking for, but she knew she would know it when she found it. She found a big building that said BAR on the door and went in. Dark, dank and smelling of smoke and stale booze, almost turning her stomach. All of them, dressed in costumes so she did not stand out. "That's a good thing," she thought. In the dark corner, she seen, what she knew she had been looking for. A giant man, ebony in color, with the most pleasant smile she had ever seen on a mortal. Huge arms and legs, although he was sitting, she knew he was tall.

"Mmmm," she thought as she made her way through all the people, stopping to look at him. As he looked up at her, her heart almost stopped. He was gorgeous; her knees started shaking and that all to familiar tingle in her crotch started. He got up; eyes still on her and started walking towards her. Standing over her, he looked down at her. Eyes to eyes, they smiled at each other. He could not believe his luck, this woman was beautiful and she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her.

"Hi, my name is Eric," he yelled above the music, extending his hand. Taking his hand she said, "Hi, my name is Lucinda." He led her to his table and as they say down, he said, " I am beginning to think Halloween is my favorite holiday." Smiling, she said, "It's mine too." They partied for a while and a few hours later, he asked her if she wanted to come to his place for a nightcap.

Feeling the heat of his leg against her and his body rubbing against hers, while dancing, had Lucinda with a bad need. As she got up to follow him, he turned around and bent down and kissed her. Slow, sensuous, tongue probing excitement! Reluctantly, releasing her lips he looked deep into her eyes. "Baby, It's been driving me crazy, sitting here and not touching you." Smiling slightly, she said, "Me too, I am so hot, lets go to your place."

After getting out of the cab and getting into the elevator, still holding hands, Eric looked down and smiled, "Lucinda, that costume looks so real, so genuine, that someone might think you were a real witch," He said chuckling. Lucinda laughed with him, "What this ole thing, just something I threw on!" Still chuckling, Eric said, "Well when you threw it on, everything landed in the right spot." Stopping at his door she waited for him to unlock it and turn on a light.

"Oh baby, I want you so bad!" she murmured as he lowered his mouth to hers. Their tongues intertwining as they drank from each other in unbridled passion. Running their hands up and down each other, stopping here and there to caress. Taking his lips away from hers, he started to nibble on her neck as she turned her head for better access. Breathing heavily, he kissed his way down her neck as they started undressing each other. Unleashing her breasts, Eric gasped at the sheer beauty that was before him. As he stood there staring, she guided his head down towards her breasts. She had to be on her way before midnight or she would be dust when the sun came up and she wasn't missing anything. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, Lucinda let out a soft moan. Sucking, nibbling and licking first one breast then the other had her knees shaking. It had been too long for her and she needed, no, demanded release before she had to leave for another year. She leaned in and sucked one of his buds into her mouth, swirling her around the hardness as Eric hissed in pleasure against her nipples.

Pulling away from Eric, Lucinda started kissing her way down his body as Eric walked her over to the bed. Lying down, Lucinda stopped at his belly button to bestow; feather light kisses, and continued kissing her way down to his throbbing cock. Gasping it in her hand, it pulsed as though it had a mind of it's own. Eric moaned as he picked her up and turned her around so he could lick her sweet juices. Licking slow circles on the head of his cock brought another moan from Eric as he drove his tongue into her wet pussy.

Moaning loudly on the head of his rock hard cock almost made him cum right then. Tipping her head back in sheer pleasure as he ate her like she was his last meal. Licking up and down her wet slit, stopping to roll her clit around in his mouth, she was in heaven. Shoving his hard tongue into her soaking wet love spot had Lucinda shaking and murmuring unintelligible words, tossing her head back and forth. Eric reluctantly pulled his moth away from her as he turned her around again.

"Oh baby, you taste so sweet, that I want to eat you forever, but I have to fuck that sweet cunny of yours," he gushed. "Oh baby, you are so big, so hard, I want you to fuck me harder enough to last me a year," she whimpered. Getting down on all fours, he guides his huge cock into her sweet pussy as she loudly gasped. "Oh, god yessssss baby, fuck me hard, give it to me good," she cried almost sobbing. "Oooohhh baby, you are so tight, sooo sweet," he murmured, 

Fucking her hard, she hollered, "Faster baby, harder!" He gave her what she wanted as he could feel her pussy muscles tightening even more around his hard cock as she started shaking, he knew her cum was starting. "Aaaahhhhh yessssssss Eric, Yesssssss, Pleaseeeeee Baby," she hollered. Eric could feel his cock swelling and knew he was almost there as he slammed into her like a man possessed. She was slamming back against him as his balls ground into her with each push.

"Ooooohhhhh yeah baby, here it comes honey, I'm gunna shoot it all into your hot wet pussy, Aaaahhhhhh god, yes," he screamed. The only sounds you could hear were the echoes of skin against skin and pure animal lust as they both released their unbridled passion. Breathing heavily, they collapsed onto the bed. Getting their breath under control, they looked at each other, completely satisfied. Smiling contently Eric said, "Yes, Halloween is my favorite holiday!" With a giggle, Lucinda said, "Mine Too!" As she got up to get dressed, knowing her time on earth was almost over for the year, she bent over and kissed Eric, gently and sweetly, whispering, "Till next year, Happy Halloween!"



Halloween Aboard The Interloper



 This one's for all the gorgeous ladies... 

*

St. Lucia, a jewel set in the crown that was the Caribbean, made promises to any landlubber who braved the sun and the surf to arrive on her shores. Such a landlubber was Alex Roberts. He had found his way there by accident, a guest of a newly acquired friend.

As an ordinary guy trying to hail a cab in the city of his birth, Chicago, Alex had witnessed a mugging that could have turned tragic, if not for his intervention. After confronting and chasing off a particularly vicious gun-toting crook, Alex had been declared a hero by the victim, the man vowing eternal gratitude to Alex for having saved his life.

That man was none other than Rockefeller Gould who owned half of the Upper East Side. There were worst things than to be the new best friend of a billionaire. Alex was reaping the benefits. That was how he came to be on this island among the beautiful people of the world. 

They'd been to a half dozen island resorts on their excursion aboard Rocke's topsail schooner, The Interloper. Alex had been more than a little impressed by what Rocke called his little yacht. She eighty feet long, came with a full compliment and crew, and under full sail, her beauty was unparalleled. Except for the woman with her head so carefully bent toward the other woman sitting next to her.

"There she is again. Damn look at that ass" Rocke said as he signaled for another round of beers.

The woman, whose name, Alex had overheard, was Cindy, had been on four of the six islands they had visited. She was traveling with a man twenty years her senior who was trying to recapture that spark of youth. His little sloop, the Christine, was moored not far from The Interloper. 

"She's into you, man. Go talk to her." Rocke asked. "I've seen her sneaking looks at you."

"Nah," Alex said after taking a pull from his beer. "She's got enough trouble with the walking midlife crisis."

"I don't see him around anywhere."

It was true. The man was nowhere to be seen. That's the way it had been at the other resorts, too. The guy had gone off, often times leaving her alone while he talked with others his own age. How anyone could leave Cindy alone, even for a minute, was beyond Alex.

She wouldn't be considered glamorous or flashy by most people's reckoning. Instead, her beauty was more genuine. She had a natural, girl-next-door thing going on, and a kind of rare charm that captured a man's imagination. That perfectly-shaped body didn't hurt matters, either. It was slender, rounded in all the right places, and meant for sex.

"Go on. Your eyes are fucking cloudy," Rocke said. "You need to take a chance. At least try to get a little."

An image of Alex's ex-wife sprang to mind. When she left that day nearly two years ago, she said it was because he was too careful, never did anything spontaneous or impulsive. That was one of the reasons he had accepted Rocke's invitation to sail the Caribbean, to learn to be less ordered and rigid in his life.

Draining his beer, Alex turned with a grin. "You're right," he said. "Hope you don't mind another passenger. This works out; I'm asking her to go with us."

"Go to, man," Rocke said.

With just enough liquid courage in him, Alex took the first steps in her direction. His mind raced with thoughts about what he would say, how he would break the ice, but his step faltered when he realized he had no clue how to approach her. 

"I'm sick of this whole trip," he heard Cindy say. The look on her face was less than congenial. She seemed fed up and not likely to be receptive of any advances he made. Stepping behind a display of potted plants, Alex listened to the honeyed sound of her voice.

"Why did you agree to come then?" the other woman asked.

"I don't know. He caught me at a weak moment, I suppose. I should've known better. He doesn't give a crap about me. All he wants is a decoration on his arm. I'm just a status symbol to him. He's just as lame as all the other guys I meet. Is it so much to want someone who knows how to sweep me off my feet?"

"Who cares? You're in the tropics at the end of October. So what if you have to sleep with the jerk? Anything's better than the cold weather up north."

"Who said I'm sleeping with him?" Cindy asked, somewhat offended. "I sleep in the second cabin and I keep the door locked. I don't know what to do. It's not like I can afford the plane fare back home. Just thinking of all the fun I'm missing back there makes me wish I was home again. My friend, Cassie spent the past two months creating a haunted house for her Halloween party. I could be at a costume party tomorrow night."

"Bummer. Well, as long as he doesn't mind your not putting out, you may as well enjoy the sun," the other woman said. "You're on a free ride. What are you complaining about?"

"I'm just so bored," Cindy said vehemently. "You're the first real person to actually talk to me in the past week. It's not much fun being in a tropical playground when you don't have anyone to play with."

"I guess you could always hope for a hurricane or drug-running pirates to liven up the trip," the other woman said with a smirk.

"Yeah, that's what I need," Cindy said sarcastically. "At least a hurricane would blow more hot air than Joe does. It might even shut him up. And bite your tongue about pirates. That's all I need. Although, the thought of Johnny Depp swashbuckling his way onto Joe's measly little boat does have appeal."

Both women giggled at that, signaling to the waiter for another round of drinks. Alex stepped away from the plants, turning slowly as he shook his head. He was deep in thought when he returned to his table. That's why he didn't notice the quizzical way Rocke was watching him.

"What happened?" Rocke asked. "You pussy. You didn't even talk to her."

"I know," Alex said distractedly. 

"So, what happened? Finding you a woman is going to be tougher than I thought."

"No, I found the woman for me," Alex said, grinning.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I need a favor."

***

"Cheer up, babe," Joe yelled over the sound of the wind. "Isn't this great?"

"Yeah, peachy," Cindy James muttered, not caring if he heard. 

This was not how she had expected to spend Halloween, aboard a tiny sailboat with the narcissistic Joe Calloway at the helm. The man was too cheap to spring for the costume party at the last resort they'd been to, so here they were on the sea again. She could have been at one of the many parties that her friends were throwing back home. She could be doing anything other than being stuck in the middle of nowhere with a man who couldn't see beyond his own needs.

Swiping at the salt spray that blurred her vision, Cindy felt a glimmer of hope when she caught a glimpse of something aft. She sat up a little higher, craning her neck and squinting her eyes. Then she saw it again, bobbing on the waves in the distance. 

"I see something," she called over the wind.

Joe turned in the direction she pointed, saying, "You're supposed to say 'sail ho', babe. Why don't you get your cute butt down to my cabin and get my telescope?"

With a roll of her eyes, Cindy did as he asked. She was a little surprised when she returned to the deck to see the other boat gaining on them. It was growing larger by the second and looked like it wanted to swallow Joe's little boat for breakfast.

"Gimme the glass," Joe said, reaching out a hand after tying off the tiller. 

Cindy had already raised it to her eye. With a squint, she focused in on the other vessel, shocked by the size of it. 

"Holy shit," she gasped out. 

"Give it to me," Joe barked. 

He snatched the telescope, letting out a low whistle as he surveyed the craft. He tried to make out the name on the bow, but it was obscured. There was no mistaking the flag at the top of the mast, though.

"Christ," he yelled. "She's flying the skull and cross bones."

"You're supposed to say 'Jolly Roger', babe," she said with a voice dripping sarcasm. 

"Shut up and get below," he bellowed. 

"No way. This is the most excitement I've seen on this dreary trip."

Joe had already forgotten her as he took control of the boat once more. Alternating between tying off the tiller and running about like a fool, doing whatever he thought would make the vessel move faster, he managed to change course. But the huge craft kept gaining on them.

Cindy shook her head at him, keeping a thrilled eye on the encroaching sails. When Joe ran forward to tend the sail, she grabbed up his telescope to have a better look. Her heart rate picked up speed when it dawned on her that the craft was familiar. She'd seen it before, and not that long ago. 

She scanned the deck through the glass, noting with a laugh that the men aboard were pirates, real pirates. They actually had on pirate costumes, brandishing cutlasses and wearing eye patches. 

"You may as well stop, Joe," she called out. "No matter what you do, they'll catch you."

"Shut up and get below," he yelled. "Do you know what pirates would do to you if they saw you?"

"I'm counting on it," she said with a snort. 

"You think this is a joke?" he shouted. "These people are dangerous. They'll kill us both and take my boat."

"Why the hell would they want this when they have a yacht?" she said, laughing out loud. 

"You don't get it, Cindy..." he began as she handed him the telescope.

He raised it to his eye, frowning when he saw the costumed sailors.

"Yes, I think it's a joke," she said. 

"Heave to, or we'll keel-haul ye," a voice called out over a loud speaker. 

"It's the goddamn Interloper," Joe muttered, his face darkening. "Someone needs to take that asshole down a peg."

"Oh, lighten up," Cindy said. "At least someone is having fun out here."

She waved, expecting the larger vessel to pass them by, only to be surprised when schooner nearly swamped them. Stumbling backwards, she just caught herself on the rail to keep from going over. Water drenched her, plastering her bikini and little skirt to her skin. She squealed excitedly as she shook the droplets from her long, dark hair.

"You fucking idiot," Joe yelled. "Are you trying to capsize us?"

His words of outrage were met with hoots and laughter as the large yacht was secured to the little sloop by the many costumed deckhands. 

"Avast, me hearties," the man in the Captain Kidd costume yelled. "Plunder 'er decks!"

Before Joe could protest, a buccaneer landed lightly on his deck. When he took a step forward, he was seized from behind by another man and a plastic blade was held to his throat.

Cindy had just managed to get her feet under her again when a hand extended to her, taking her hand.

"M'lady," the buccaneer said, "will you come peaceful, or do I truss you up and carry you?"

"What is this?" she asked, laughing.

"Why, 'tis a kidnapping, m'lady. You're to be held hostage until someone pays the ransom."

"You can't be serious," she said. "No one I know can afford to pay for me."

"Then I will just have to take it out in trade," he said as he snatched her from her feet and slung her over his shoulder.

She shrieked, laughing too hard to defend herself. It was all she could do to hold onto the back of his shirt.

"What are you doing?" she managed to say between gasps.

"Sweeping you off your feet," he said, handing her off to those that reached for her from the deck of the yacht. "You like?"

"You're unbelievable," she said as she was pulled aboard. 

He followed her, boarding the schooner with a single bound. Cindy was there, laughing with a wicked joy that he liked. The men around them began untying the lines, preparing to cast off.

"Wait," she said, startled. "We're not just going to go off and leave him, are we?"

"Yeah," Captain Kidd said. "He's a wet blanket. Unless you'd rather be with him..."

"No, but my things..."

"You have anything on that little boat that you can't replace?" the buccaneer asked.

"Well, no, but I can't wear my bikini everywhere, all the time."

"My thoughts exactly," the buccaneer said, swinging her up into his arms. Once he hauled her to his cabin, he dropped her on the bed and said, "You can take it off now."

"Now, just a minute, pal," she said, pulling herself upright. "I'm not in the habit of taking my clothes off for strange men."

"Alex Roberts," the buccaneer said with an outlandish bow. "At your service, m'lady. I've decided to lay claim to you on the high seas. You have no choice but to bend to my will."

"Is that so?"

"It's either that, or this is going to be a seriously boring kidnapping."

"You have a point," she said, giggling. "And what happens when you're done with me?"

"I suggest, m'lady, you please me well. Otherwise, I'll have to toss you to the men."

"Well, then, do you prefer me kicking and screaming, or moaning and begging?"

He caught the twinkle in her eye, the way she smiled so beguilingly. With her head tilted to the side and her dark, damp hair trailing over her shoulders, she looked like a sea nymph. 

"I want you to be yourself," he said with a grin. "I like you just as you really are."

"I think I can manage that," she said. "Do you mean to ravish me now, or do you have to make an appearance on deck to be congratulated by your shipmates?"

"Screw them. Let them get their own girls."

He advanced, reaching out a hand to smooth the damp curls from her face. It seemed to him that she flinched slightly, maybe caught off-guard by his touch.

"Cindy," he said. "You don't have to do anything, you know. I just wanted to get you away from that guy. You looked miserable last night at the hotel. I won't lie. I want you, but you don't have to feel obligated."

"I know that. I've been watching you, every time we've ended up on the same island or resort. I've seen what you're like. I think that you're normally a bit shy and you're always nice to everyone. You rescued me from boredom and for that, I'm grateful, but I don't feel obligated. You're hot."

"Works for me," he said, grinning as he started to unlace his pirate shirt. "Just as long as you feel that way."

"Alex, I've been on that miserable little boat with no one to talk to for so long, I'm just glad to be here. Joe wasn't much company."

"Any time you find that you're not having a good time, you just let me know. I'll see that you get safely home, okay?"

"It's a deal," she said, reaching for the ties of her bikini top. "Now how about you come over here and shiver me timbers?"

Kicking off his boots, he decided he would give it his best effort. His shirt landed on the floor on top of his footwear. He was just unbuttoning his trousers when a scrap of cloth hit his face. 

"Jesus," he hissed out, seeing the creamy swell of her breasts and the rosy tips of her nipples. "You look like a goddess."

She laughed, pulling the filmy, damp skirt down her long legs. It landed with a wet splat on top of his shirt, spearing him to action. He nearly fell over as he fought his way out of his trousers. 

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "Those baggy clothes you always wear don't do you justice. I didn't realize you were so built."

"I knew exactly how you were put together, but I never imagined you would be this gorgeous," Alex said, grinning. 

"Bring 'er about, boys," they heard the captain yell.

The schooner lurched, pitching Alex forward to land on his quarry. She squealed in response, her arms going about his shoulders and drawing him closer. The first kiss only served to stoke the fires that had been sparked the first time they saw each other.

Cindy's back arched, pressing her belly against his swollen cock. He groaned into her mouth and inhaled the fragrance of her skin. He could taste the salt of the sea on her lips and smell the wind in her hair. 

He moved lower, trailing his lips along the column of her throat to the edge of her collar bone. Leaning on his elbows, he inched his way farther south, tasting every inch of her flesh as he went. Then he wrapped his lips around one of the most delectable nipples he'd ever sampled, feeling her body shudder under his. 

Suckling tenderly at first, he slowly increased the intensity until she cried out in pleasure and tangled her fingers in his hair. Although he knew he wasn't the world's greatest lover, he had always considered himself fairly experienced when it came to women, but he had never known a woman to react the way this one did. The effect was intoxicating.

When he moved lower, licking at the silken skin that covered her ribs, her back arched again while her hands forced his face closer to her body. Her legs wrapped about his back, holding tightly as he moved ever lower.

The scent of her arousal drifted up to meet him as pulled the string that held her bikini bottom in place. Peeling the meager cloth back with his teeth, he pulled her thighs up over his shoulders and slid lower. With a wicked chuckle he viewed the site that greeted him. What little hair she had on her mound was shaved into the shape of a heart, just daring him to touch. 

Touch it he did, splaying his fingers through the sparse growth, caressing gently as she moaned her approval. The lips of her pussy were completely hairless, revealing the delicate pink of the flesh within when he opened them with his fingers. The wetness just begged to be tasted, nibbled and enjoyed. 

"Alex..." she hissed when his mouth made contact. 

She tasted like honey and spice, filling his mouth an elixir he had only dreamed about. He was becoming drunk on her essence, craving more with each lick. Her hips bucked beneath him, her voice crying out for more. Finally, he took the throbbing bud of her clit in his mouth, suckling gently, careful not to get carried away. 

After only a few moments, her body stiffened, her back arching as her legs tightened and convulsed around him. A sharp, keening cry reverberated throughout the small cabin, giving him a sense of empowerment he hadn't known in a long time. She came hard, nearly tearing his hair out at the roots.

"Alex," she gasped as her form fell lax beneath him. "Alex, that was incredible."

"You're incredible," he said, crawling back up her body. "I've never seen a woman come so hard. It was beautiful, Cindy."

Her face, already flushed with pleasure and excitement, deepened in color. Reaching up, she wiped away the moisture on his left cheek.

"I don't think anyone has ever done that to me before," she murmured.

"What? Oral?"

"No, silly," she laughed. "I mean, no one has ever made me go to such... a place before. I almost passed out."

"Glad I could take you there," he said, lowering his mouth to hers. 

He let her taste her own pleasure from his lips, let her smell her own fragrance. When he came up for air again, her eyes were glowing. She looked ready to devour him. With a strength that surprised him, she flipped him onto his back, straddling his waist as she went. She suddenly became the aggressor, smiling dangerously as she looked into his eyes.

With a quick wiggle of her shapely ass, he was seated to the hilt inside her gripping pussy. Like a hot, wet velvet glove, she encased the length and girth of his cock, holding him tight as she sat on top of him. 

"You like that?" she asked, her eyes glittering.

"So you want to play, huh?"

He grabbed her ass with both hands, hauling her slowly up along the length of his cock, lowering her just as slowly, teasing her. She moaned out, letting her head fall to the side with her eyes closed in pleasure. Her tongue darted out, moistening her succulent lips in a way that made him hungry. 

Gripping her hair in his right hand, he brought her head down to his, taking possession of her mouth with his own. His left hand held her firm bottom still as he ground his hips up into her. She let out a gasp of pure delight at the friction against her clit.




Halloween Aboard The Interloper



With a distinctively feline growl, she tore her head loose from his grasp, sitting upright and riding him hard. Her undulating hips were moving so fast he was afraid he would come too soon, so he took hold of her once more, slowing her frantic pace.

"My God, Cindy," he said. "You're too good to be real."

"I want to feel it," she said. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

"You'll feel it right now if you don't slow down."

Her laugh was husky, daring him, drawing him on. Locking his arms around her, he rolled her over, taking the top position. He pinned her ankles to the mattress on either side of her head, grinning with each slow, deliberate thrust of his hard cock. 

She was getting wetter, her pussy growing tighter. The sensation was almost too much, but he held himself in check. He wanted to feel her orgasm grip and throb around him before he came. He wanted to know the power of driving her over the edge.

Her breathing grew more erratic, her body quaking beneath him. He picked up the pace, pounding into her soft body, reveling in the sounds of her impassioned cries. 

It started with a soft, keening cry as her nails dug long furrows down his back. Her body began to shake, convulsing violently as he crashed into her over and over. The muscles of her pussy gripped tightly, nearly crushing his cock before pulsating in a way that robbed him of all reason. 

Throwing his head back, Alex lost control, thrusting into her one more time before releasing a river of sperm into her body. Only then did he release her legs and feel them slide, quivering, down his frame. 

He collapsed on top of her, enjoying the feel of her heart's frenzied beat against his chest and the sounds of her gasping breath. It wasn't until they had both calmed down that he found the strength to lift himself off her. When he did so, he pulled her into his arms and held her close, letting his hands slide over her sweat-slick skin.

"So this is what a pirate does on Halloween, huh?" she said with a giggle. "I can't wait to see Christmas."

"I'm going out right now to buy a ton of mistletoe," Alex said. 

"Better get a move-on," Rocke called from the other side of the door. "St. Lucia is dead ahead and there's a party waiting for a band of randy pirates."

"Mmm, let's just stay right here," Cindy purred, running a hand over Alex's chest.

"No can do," Alex said, lifting her hand to his lips. "You heard the cap'n. Got a party to get to."

"You can't be serious. Am I supposed to go naked?"

"As fetching as that idea is," Alex said, grinning as he pulled himself off the bed, "I took the liberty of getting you a costume. If you don't like it, we can find you another before going to the party."

"You got me a costume?"

Clutching a sheet to her front, Cindy watched as Alex pulled open a small door, revealing a closet and a gown of rich red cloth hanging within. It looked like something out of an early nineteenth century story book. 

"It's gorgeous," she murmured, clearly stunned. "You got that for me? I don't know what to say."

"Just don't be angry if it doesn't fit. The lady at the costume shop said it was Josephinian style, whatever that means. There's a mask and a headdress thing, too."

She let the sheet fall away as she stood. Walking to the closet, she offered a smile he was sure would melt the polar ice cap. If it was possible, she was more beautiful than before with her hair tousled and her skin flushed from their recent adventures in bed. She looked like a sea nymph ripe for love. 

Her hand reached out, touching the gauzy fabric, her mouth forming a perfect "O" that him imagining her on her knees before him. It took amazing restraint not to throw her down on the bed again and take what he wanted.

"...so nice of you," she was saying. 

Shaking his head, he smiled ruefully. He'd been so mesmerized by her mouth that he had not heard much that came out of it. 

"You're absolutely wonderful, Alex."

"Anything for m'lady," he said with a deep bow. "I'm going to leave you alone now so you can get ready. The shower's through there complete with a whole bunch of stuff that Rocke said no woman should be without. Let me know if you need anything. I'm sure we can find it."

She answered him with a hug that almost knocked the wind from his lungs. With a giggle and a bounce, she disappeared through the door he had indicated. After grabbing his costume off the floor, he stopped in the bathroom across the way to clean up. Then he joined Rocke on the deck, taking in the sight of the island looming in the distance. The sun was dipping low, casting shards of colored light over the rippling water. 

"She work you over good?" Rocke asked with a knowing grin.

"It ain't gentlemanly to kiss and tell," Alex said with a laugh. "I think I'm in love."

"Yep. You got your clock cleaned. Did she like your gift?"

"I thought she was going to cry for a minute. Woman acts like no one ever did anything nice for her. I don't understand that guy, just letting me take off with her like that. I'd fight demons from hell to hang onto her."

"Damn, you got it bad, bro," Rocke said, smacking him on the back. "She's something to look at, that's for sure."

"I don't just want to look at her, Rocke. I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I don't know what it is, but there's something about her. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah. I feel that way every time I see another great ass sashaying across the beach. There's something about all of them."

Rocke was laughing, shaking his head. Alex let him have his entertainment, still feeling too good about what had happened to him that day to get mad. He watched the sailors in their pirate regalia as they scurried over the decks, making ready to sail into port. 

"That offer to work your east coast operations still open?" he asked at long last. 

Rocke shot him a look, the mirth gone from his face. The man was suddenly all business as he sized Alex up.

"Yeah. The job's yours if you want it."

"I want it."

"Damn," Rocke said, reaching out to shake his hand. "If I'd known all it would take is a set of tits to get you to go, I'd have pushed every woman I see at you."

"That's my woman you're talking about," Alex said, only half-joking. 

"Then she's a welcome friend," Rocke said with seriousness. "Good to have you aboard."

"Now I just have to sell the idea to her," Alex said.

"She's a smart girl. I'm sure she'll --"

"Why do I feel like I'm being discussed?" Cindy said from behind them.

Both men turned. Alex's jaw dropped open while Rocke let out a low whistle. The woman that stood before them was nothing short of spectacular. The breeze lifted a tendril of dark hair that danced about her face. The rest of her ebony curls were swept up to tumble down her back over bare shoulders. 

Her face wore no makeup and shone like the morning sun. The long column of her throat led the eye downward to the top of a lace-trimmed bodice that barely covered the firm swell of her breasts. The gossamer fabric of the dress swirled around her waist and legs like a red cloud, leaving just enough to the imagination. She was a pirate's wet dream.

She let out a laugh and said, "Thank you. I'll take your silence as a compliment."

"You make a fitting hostage, m'lady," Alex said, taking her hand. "I don't think you've been properly introduced to our captain."

Cindy offered her hand, which Rocke lifted to his lips. She feigned a swoon, giggling when he wiggled his eyebrows at her. Her laughter was music to Alex's ears. He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, happy to just be there with her. 

"Are you hungry, Cindy?" Rocke asked. "The cook's got something for the two of you in the galley, if you are."

"Starving," she answered with a blush. "I could eat a horse."

"I think he's serving halibut, but if you really want one, I'm sure we could scare up a horse somewhere," Rocke offered.

She let out another peal of laughter, shaking her head until her curls danced on the wind. 

"Come on," Alex said. "Let's get you something to eat. By the time we're done, we'll be in port."

The meal was light. Judging by the way she ate, Alex assumed it was delicious, but he didn't taste a bite of it. He had been serious when he had told Rocke he was in love. If it took him the next year, he would convince her. He could only hope that she felt the same way.

Alex was just ushering her through the companionway toward the deck when Rocke met them. His face held a serious expression that demanded attention.

"You two better stay below," he said. 

"What's up?" said Cindy and Alex in unison.

"Port authority," Rocke said, looking at Cindy, "Seems your boyfriend turned us in."

"He's not my boyfriend," Cindy stated flatly, as Alex put a protective arm around her. 

"Well, whatever he is, he's got the whole damn Caribbean looking for you. You better go back to Alex's cabin and stay there."

"You want me to hide? That's ridiculous."

"Cindy," Rocke said. "We kidnapped you. If they find you here, it will be all the proof they need to put the whole crew in jail."

"There's no kidnapping," she said, laughing and shaking her head. "I'm an adult and I went along willingly."

"We were flying the Jolly Roger," he said. When he saw the confused expression on her face, he added, "The skull and cross bones."

"Is that illegal?"

"It can be considered grounds for suspicion. This isn't the United States, hon. People live by a different code down here."

"John is such an ass," she said with rolling eyes. "Surely if I explain it was just a prank... You're all in pirate costumes, for crying out loud. Listen, if they're suspicious, they're going to search your yacht anyway. If they find me hiding down here, you'll just look guilty."

With a sharp nod of his head, Rocke stepped aside to let her pass. 

"You're right," he said. "Just let me do the talking. Okay?"

"You're the captain," she said with a dazzling smile as she moved past him.

He grinned in return, seeing in her all the reasons Alex was so enamored. She had a certain charm that made a man glad to be a man.

"There she is!" a voice yelled as the three of them stepped onto the deck. Joe Calloway stalked toward them, nearly knocking the wind from Cindy when he threw his arms around her. "Thank God you're safe. We're going to get you out of here."

"For heaven's sake, Joe, let go," she demanded, pushing against his chest.

Alex stepped up to pull Joe off, only to be surrounded by men in stark, white uniforms. They seized his arms, while their companions took custody of Rocke.

"Stop," Cindy said with a gentle voice. "You have no right to arrest these men."

"But they kidnapped you, honey," Joe said accusingly. 

She let out a snort of laughter intended to put him in his place. 

"They did no such thing and you know it. Don't be a sore loser, Joe. Officers, these guys didn't kidnap me. They rescued me. I was dying of boredom."

"We shall see," one man of obvious authority said with a slight accent. "We will go to headquarters and sort this out."

"There's nothing to sort out, sir," she countered. "Do I look like I've suffered any abuse? Do you know who these people are? I can assure you they are not the type to mistreat defenseless women."

"Are these gentlemen friends of yours?" the man asked.

"You could say that," Alex said, smiling without taking his eyes off Cindy. "I plan on marrying her one day."

"You do?" Cindy asked softly. She took a step toward him, placing a hand on the laces of his shirt front. "Really?"

"Yeah, if you'll have me."

"Well, I'm glad we got that settled," Rocke said, pulling his arms free. "If you all don't mind, there's a party to get to."

"Now just a minute," Joe blustered. 

"Oh, Joe, would you mind having my things brought to the yacht?" Cindy asked over her shoulder. 

"I'll have one of my guys get them for you, Cindy," Rocke said, grinning. 

"Thanks, Rocke," Cindy said before turning to the officer again. "Is it okay if we go now?" 

"My officers will escort you safely," he said with a curt nod of his head. "Enjoy your stay on St. Lucia."

Joe was the first to be escorted off the yacht. He looked like he was spoiling for a fight, so he removed to his own boat. One of Rocke's crewmembers accompanied him to retrieve Cindy's belongings, while the rest of the happy party made their way to the costume ball at the resort. 

The throng of pirates descended upon the festivities. Food and drink were found in abundance, as were beautiful people dressed to kill. But Alex only had eyes for Cindy and his appetite was centered on her as well. It wasn't long before they were stealing away for a walk on the abandoned, moonlit beach.

He couldn't seem to keep his hands off her and she seemed to be of the same frame of mind. They're lips met; they're mouths melding in an exuberant dance of carnal pleasure. The heat of her body radiated through the layers of thin cloth of gown she wore, warming every part of his frame.

Her skin felt like heated satin under his fingertips as he lowered her bodice to expose her breasts. Exposed to the sea breeze, her nipples puckered and hardened, ready to be sucked and teased with his mouth. She moaned out loud when he did just that.

There was a small boat nearby, turned over in the sand. He pushed her down against it, dropped to his knees in front of her and lifted her skirt over her legs. She leaned back on her elbows, allowing him access to any part of her body.

What he wanted was nestled snuggly between her thighs. It was only when he reached under the skirt that he found she wore now underwear. The discovery was like throwing gasoline on a fire. The second discovery he made was the smoothness of her freshly-shaved pussy. It was already wet, the lips swollen with lust.

His finger slid in easily. The silky recesses of her body encased his flesh like a glove. Her G-spot was puffy and sensitive, drawing out gasps from her succulent mouth every time he pressed against it.

She tasted as sweet as she had earlier that day. Her clit grew and hardened in his mouth. He could feel her fingers tangled in his hair, pressing him closer as her hips rose to meet him. Within minutes she was emitting a series of soft cries and coming in his mouth. He pushed her for more with his mouth and his hands, reaching up to pluck at her hardened nipples. With a final shudder, she fell lax against the bottom of the upturned boat.

Alex worked his way up along side her, still amazed at the way her body reacted when she had an orgasm. The only thing more beautiful was the blissful expression on her face in the aftermath. 

Cindy wasn't still for long, smiling mischievously as she sidled down his body to land in the sand between his legs. With shaking fingers, she fumbled with the fasteners of his fly until he finally helped her.

Her hands were cool against his flesh when they fished out his stiff cock. She stroked the length of it and fondled his balls. Her face held an expression of fascination and adoration. When her tongue slithered out and left a wet trail all the way up the shaft to the head, he let out a groan. What she was doing was pure torture and he hoped she never stopped.

Then she had his cock in her hot mouth. It seemed she was trying to swallow the thing whole. The way her tongue wrapped around it and her throat contracted around the head, he knew he wouldn't last long. He'd never had a blow job like this one. 

Her head started bobbing up and down, her mouth making slurping sounds as her hands worked the base and balls. The light of the moon was bright enough to give him a great view of what she was doing. He was captivated by the sight, unable to tear his eyes away. She was going at it like a starving woman.

He could feel the cum boiling and his muscles drawing tight. When he tried to warn her, she batted his hands way. She took it all, working her mouth faster the closer he got until he finally exploded in her mouth, erupting with spurt after spurt in the back of her gullet. She swallowed the whole load without taking him from her mouth. He experienced every marvelous contraction of her throat muscles.

Finally, satisfied that she had drained every drop, she pulled her mouth off him, smiling up at him in a way that made him want to throw her down and fuck her hard. Taking a deep breath, he decided it would be best to wait a few minutes until he recovered.

"Holy shit," he whispered, pulling her up close to him. "That was unbelievable."

"Glad you liked it," she said. 

"Honey, I'm taking you back to the yacht right now."

"Good idea," she said with a purring laugh. "Otherwise I'm going to have you naked right here on the beach."

"Speaking of naked," he said, twirling one of her exposed nipples between his thumb and forefinger, "don't cover up. I like you just like you are."

With another throaty chuckle, she stood, running her hands down over her naked breasts. He groaned, taking her arm and steering her toward The Interloper. Neither cared who saw them as they made there way. The only thing they could focus on was each other.

The night watch on deck noticed the couple as they disappeared below. He chuckled to himself at the sounds that came from various areas in the bowels of the yacht. It seemed that they were intent upon christening every cabin and room while they had the run of the boat.

He turned back to making his rounds before taking a seat on the bridge. He'd just mind his own business and let them do their thing. Let Halloween be for lovers, he decided.



Halloween Again!



Halloween was cool, when I was a kid. But I'm a 35 year old single man, with no kids that I'm aware of, and Halloween is now more of a burden than something I look forward to.

My neighborhood is just loaded with kids. They're running up and down the street all day long. Playing, running around, doing what kids do. And this means I can't just avoid Halloween. If I'm not there, dishing out candy, then I'm subject to getting a trick. I don't want to learn how difficult it is to get toilet paper off a 50' pine tree. So I'll follow the rules, and play along.

Like the last few years, I've stocked up on candy. Boy, have I stocked up on candy! All kinds, shapes and sizes. From sweet tarts, to small candy bars, to tootsie rolls, to the hard candy nobody likes. If I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right. The kids in my neighborhood are going to worship the candy-giving I'm going to do. Like my father said, if you're going to do it, may as well do it right.

As Devils' Night arrived I dutifully set out a couple of pumpkins... that part's actually fun. I got a bag of candles and just let them go all night. Its kind of nice to see them as it does remind me of when I was a child. I had all the candy ready to go and even put a red light out to add to the minimal spookiness of my house. I even had a vampire mask although I wasn't about to wear a costume; frankly, I might not even wear the mask.

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The multitude of small kids in my area also meant there were many younger adults. My block has a lot of 30-somethings and, at 35 I fit right in. There were some single moms and a few of them were actually quite attractive. We all wave at each other as we drive in and out of our two-block dead end street but I haven't really met any of my other neighbors outside of the ones right near me. It's a very young, quiet, cordial family neighborhood.

As the witching hour grew near (kids these days start going out at 5:00) I put fresh candles in the pumpkins, dumped the candy in bowls, and got ready for the deluge. I think last year I counted over 100 kids knocking on my door in a 2 hour timeframe. It would soon be over and then I could go get some drinks at the local pub.

At 5:12 PM it began!

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The evening was going as expected with literally truck-loads of kids making their rounds. There were ghosts and goblins and kids old enough to drive cars and parents and the occasional dog dressed up in some goofy outfit. I made sure to give them all a good handful; mixed well with less-desirable candy and didn't let them see exactly what they were getting. Once you drop it in their bag, they don't know what they got from you and what they got from someone else.

Parents of the older kids usually waited by the sidewalk while their demons tricked and treated. Those of younger kids would walk them to the door and tell them what to do and say. Some of the parents this year were a bit different and I couldn't quite tell why. Just something about them wasn't right.

I soon figured out that some of the parents were having a get-together at the far end of the block. Every now and then a parent would be giggling or would stumble on the dark sidewalk... It seemed as if SOME of them were a bit tipsy on this Halloween night. A particular group of moms came by, all dressed up in costumes, all a bit intoxicated.

It was later in the evening when the leader of this rolling mother party came to the door with the pack of kids to get them their treats. She was smartly dressed up as the Devil. The first thing I noticed was her shapely figure wrapped in red. Her red fishnet stockings topped off simple red Converse sneakers (very practical given her condition and the walking involved). Her legs went all the way up to a matching red blouse/skirt combo. She held the traditional spear in one hand and her pointed tail in the other. The outfit was topped by a cute set of Devil ears.

She instructed the kiddies to say "Trick or treat" and they did. They all lined up and I deposited the goodies in their bags. They all said, "Thank you" and began to file out to the curb.

"So whas yer name?" She said to me as the children made their way to the next house. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new to the area?"

"Howdy, I'm Steve. Its my second year... what's your name?"

"You can call me Lucifer, or just Lucy. Actually, my friends call me Luce." She said as she checked me out. She was rocking back and forth, showing off her shapely legs. She played with her spear and was twirling her tail around. Quite the little Devil!

I stepped outside, into the red-lit night. "So Lucy, you live down the block?"

"Yeah, I'm down at the end, on the left, number 23222. I'm there with my little girl Rachel; she's the one in the Princess outfit. I divorced her father after I found him doing horizontal exercises with the babysitter; but that's another story."

"Well, your girl's very pretty" I said cordially. "Are you having fun? Seems like y'all are having a party or something."

"Nah, nothing like that. Just some of the other girls and I got together for a few cocktails before doing the rounds with the kids."

Something about the way she said "cocktails", with emphasis on the "cock". And at the same time she did an extra cute little wiggle, putting her head down a bit while looking up into my eyes. Then she subtly licked her very red lips and I started to think impure thoughts.

I took these as a cue and moved a bit closer to her. "That's a nice little outfit you have on. Did you get it from a store or pull it together yourself?" A good excuse to very carefully check out every inch of this little Devil. It was dark but I was guessing she was probably 32 years old... maybe 5'4" and 135 pounds? She wasn't slender but had all the right curves in all the right places.

"Oh, thank you!" she squealed in delight, turning around slowly so I could check her out from all sides. "No. I just threw this together myself. I got the tail, ears and spear from Meijer when we got Rachel's outfit. Do you really like it?"

"Oh yeah, its great! You really wear it well. It really compliments your figure." I said taking plenty of time to fully drink in the sight. Her eyes beamed and her smile widened, revealing some very cute dimples.

"Thanks!" she said as her group came back around the other side of the street.

"Hey Luce! Quit bortherin' the poor man an c'mon! We still have to finish off that other..." her girlfriend yelled from across the street. She stopped herself, forgetting she was leading a pack of small kids. "We still have unfinished bizness! Let's go!!"

"Sounds like you need to get more cocktails" I said, echoing her emphasis on the 'cock'. "Have fun though, and walk carefully. I see you again soon I hope."

"Yeah... definitely need some cock tails" she said re-doubling the sentiment. She did her best to look needing, taking her turn to check me out. I was wearing a simple jeans, sandals, t-shirt outfit but the little flirt session had caused my other head to come to attention... and she'd definitely noticed.

"Gotta go... bye" she said slyly as she turned slowly to rejoin her friends. Looking back over her shoulder as she stuck her cute little butt out and wiggled it nicely. She casually walked down the street and joined her friends.

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I got back from the pub a few hours later to find the street basically empty and dark. As I went into my house I almost stepped on a plastic pumpkin bucket which had been placed by my front door. It's the kind the kids used to collect candy but this had no such thing inside. Bringing it in the house I turned on the lights to see what was inside. I found a bottle of Heiniken, a pair of lacy red panties, and a note.

"Does Stevie want to cum out and play? If so, you know where to find me. Loose"

The red panties and the way she signed her name was all I needed. I put the panties to my face and could smell the faint fragrance of Lucy's body. The smell of her sex was there too, if not faint. I inhaled deeply, put them down on the table, grabbed my last condom from my dresser drawer, opened the bottle of beer and went back out into the night. This all took no more than 30 seconds.

As I walked down the block to her house I realized how quiet it was. Earlier it was a three-ring circus and now it was dead silent. Pumpkins were still flickering on porches although most lights were out. I sipped the beer and made my way... there wasn't a soul in sight.

I approached her house, happy I remembered the number, and admired the Halloween decorations she had set up. There were pumpkins and corn stalks and a stuffed scarecrow on a pole. Cotton cobwebs accented the door and I noticed there was a light on inside. A motion-detector turned on the porch light as I approached. I knocked on the door.

"Hi. I was afraid you wouldn't come" she said as she looked through the screen door. "Do you like the beer?"

"Not as much as your other gift" I said checking her out. She was still in her Devil outfit and looked really nice. "Can I come in?"

"No. Wait... what time is it?" She looked at a clock in her house. "No, we have to go." She stepped outside and closed the door. "Come with me."

"What? Where are we going? Its kind of late, isn't it?" I protested. I was hoping to stay in for a while, not go out.

She looked into my eyes and smiled. Then, she grabbed my hand and led me around the side of her house. Once in the shadows she stopped and turned towards me.

"Be patient... trust me" she said as she pushed me up against the house and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft and moist although her breath was definitely laced with vodka. She kissed me with the lust of a woman who hadn't been taken care of in a long time. She rubbed her breasts against me and sighed deeply. I was eager and willing and put my arms around her and held her tightly. My hand wandered down her back and softly felt her very shapely ass. She moaned her approval as I lifted her skirt. My hand explored her soft skin as I realized she had not replaced her panties.

Noticing this kicked me into second gear. I reached down with my other hand and picked her up; spreading her legs and pressing myself into her.

"Oh yes... oh yeah, I need you so bad" she whispered as her legs wrapped around my waist. She held me tightly as my lips went down her neck, kissing and sucking her as I went. I was hard by now and started to hump her through my pants. My hands were holding her up and spreading her wide as lust completely took over.

"Stop. Not yet. Wait." She protested.

"Huh? What?" I said, her words like a slap in the face, bringing me back to reality. "What's wrong?"

"Not yet. They've already started and we have to go."

She slid down the wall, regained her footing, and looked me squarely in the eyes. She was quite pretty, although it was dark and the light of day might express another opinion. But for now, I was willing to go along with her game, whatever it was. "Come with me."

She led me into her back yard. It was almost pitch black except for the distant street lights. She carefully crept to the back of the yard. I was simply following that beautiful ass... wherever it went, I was going to be inches behind. Back in the corner of her yard she quietly opened a gate which led to a neighbor's yard. We went through as she turned around and put her finger to her lips indicating we were doing some kind of stealth operation. I grabbed her and kissed her again; groping her as I held her against me. She seemed to enjoy it but quickly broke off, obviously intent on accomplishing her mission.

We crept through the neighbor's back yard, up to the house. It was dark with the exception of a light on in one of the downstairs windows. This was where we were going. She took my hand and guided me as we slowly crept up to the window. Although it was almost November the window seemed to be open a crack. Faint sounds could be heard coming from inside.

She peered inside and quickly ducked down, only to regain her courage and peek inside again. I came up behind her and looked over her shoulder into the window.

There, in what appeared to be the living room, were two figures. It took me a second to realize that they were both in their costumes. One person, with their back to the window, was wearing a nun costume, habit and all. The other person was kneeling in front of the nun, obviously taking care of business. She was dressed in a Catholic school girl outfit. A crisp white shirt and tie, plaid skirt, white socks and black shoes completed the rather sexy outfit. 

Lucy gained comfort she wouldn't be detected and seemed to settle in to watch the show. Without breaking from the sight, she grabbed my hand and pulled me in behind her. I could see clearly over her shoulder as we both watched the school girl working on the nun. I was a bit confused as it seemed the girl was giving the nun a blowjob. Then I heard the nun moan and realize she was actually a he. The man in this house was dressed up as a nun, and he was getting a loud, passionate blow job from the hot school girl.

Lucy found my hand and pulled it around her to her breast. Without further encouragement I began caressing her breasts with both hands. Gently at first, watching the show, I explored her body. She was loving it; the sight in front of her and the attention of my hands seemed to really get her going. Moaning softly she guided my hand down to her stomach. Taking the cue I softly felt the inside of her thigh. Slowly rubbing the fabric of her skirt into her I put my full hand on her sex.

She leaned back into me, fully enjoying my wandering hands, watching.

The nun inside was feverishly bucking his hips as his girl attended to his needs. I guessed he was close to climax as he soon pulled back, leaving the school girl with a clear expression of disappointment on her face. It was as if he was taking candy from this baby. It was quickly replaced with the look of lust, her eyes widening as the nun pulled her up off her knees.

"No! Please!! I promise I won't pass notes in class any more" we could hear the girl protest as the nun took her by the hand to the end of the sofa. "Please? I promise I'll be good." Her protests only fueled his lust as he took her and pushed her down over the arm of the sofa. For just a moment I thought I had seen her look in the direction of the window as she bent over but I didn't think anything of it.

"You're a very bad girl!" the nun said as he examined her rear end. Pulling up her skirt he abruptly spanked her bare bottom, resulting in a loud smack and a girlish shriek. This hit Lucy with a shock as she flinched and put her hand on top of mine. She pushed my hand into herself as she shifted her head, giving me access to her neck. I devoured her and, with her guidance, rubbed her firmly causing her to writhe in my grip. She was clearly heating up as we continued to watch the action inside the house.

Another smack, then another, caused the girl to almost start crying. "Please! I promise! I'll be good!" pouted the girl as she lay bent over the arm of the sofa. The nun seemed satisfied she was remorseful and, without removing his gaze from her reddening behind, lowered himself to his knees. He began to gently kiss her cheeks and massaged her butt and thigh. Like a starving man inches from a steak he slowly spread her and began to lick. Giving much attention to her backside he went to town.

"Oh god yes!" Lucy quietly moaned as she saw this happen. She was soaking wet now as I lifted her skirt. She spread herself and braced against the sill as I rubbed her, searching for her clit. She let me know I found it by gasping, rather loudly. I would have been afraid we would be heard but the couple in the house were clearly busy and oblivious to the outside world.

The girl on the sofa was panting and moaning as the nun ate her out from behind. We couldn't tell if he was tonguing her ass or her pussy but she was loving it either way. Several minutes of the nuns face buried completely in her butt the girl seemed close to climax. She was moaning "please" over and over as the nun set a rhythm. He was taking her to the brink as her pleas intensified in both volume and frequency.

Lucy and I had adopted the same pace, emulating the sex we were watching.

"Please. Oh, please... please don't" the girl whimpered, her voice becoming more and more desperate. "Please don't... don't put it in me. I promise... please, don't. I swear..." her pleas continuing. She was getting close and Lucy and I both knew it.

I decided to go for it. A departing rub through Lucy's slit spread out her wetness thoroughly, ending with a tickle of her clit. Removing my hand broke Lucy's concentration, briefly bringing her out of her voyeuristic trance. I quickly unzipped my jeans and freed my now rock-hard cock. I couldn't tell who was wetter, Lucy or myself. I stepped back to Lucy with my member standing almost straight out, almost instantly rubbing up against her naked ass. Trying to quickly position myself at her entrance I almost got there before she stopped me.

"No, please, not yet." She asked. "I need you, bad, but not yet. Oh, god, I need you. Patience, please?" Lucy said as she moved slightly, thwarting my attempt to penetrate her from behind. I'm not sure why I didn't just take her right there and then but something told me she was on the level and I would have her soon enough.

"Okay." I said, "its okay baby." I reached down and pulled up my pants as she looked at me over her shoulder. She seemed very appreciative of my understanding as she returned to the window. I straightened myself out and she pulled me back into her; guiding my hands back to her breasts; my pant-covered cock pressed firmly against her I started to dry-hump her naked ass.

The scene in the window was heating up. The girl was squirming almost uncontrollably; the nun's face buried in her bottom. She was panting and moaning in a fevered pace. Her pleading for him to stop had changed to a series of "yes, yes, yes"; the pace increasing. It couldn't possibly last much longer as she neared her climax.

"Yes, yes, yes. I'm very bad. Yes, please... oh please, yes, yes" the girl chanted, "oh, god... oh, god... yes... yes... oh, god yes I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Please, yes, I'm going to cum."

The imminent climax infected Lucy as it seemed she was on the same plane as the school girl. Lucy bucked against me in rhythm to the girl's cries. My pre-cum generously lubricating my cock I rubbed up against her. Her hand between her legs, mine cupping her breasts, she was almost there; just waiting for the signal to let loose.

"Oh, god... oh, god, yes... oooohh god yesss I'm cumming!! Oh god!!!" the school girl declared, her body stiffening, bucking uncontrollably, stiffening again as she rode the waves of her climax.

This was all Lucy needed to hear as she almost simultaneously stiffened up. Her legs almost gave out from under her as I held her up. She was like a rag doll as she brought herself to climax. Breath staggered, body convulsing, she continued to watch through the window as the nun stood up behind the still writhing girl.

Without notice, and while she was still in the middle of her climax, the nun took his cock in hand. It was stiff as a steel rod and ready to go. He quickly positioned himself and slid his cock in between the girl's cheeks. She had not finished her first orgasm when he entered her from behind. This caused both Lucy and the girl to gasp in surprise.

The nun quickly started pumping the helpless girl, grabbing her hips for increased control, he fucked her. Her words were now just a jumble of gasps and groans and cries. He fucked her so hard the sofa started walking across the room. The girl took him deep as she regained her senses and looked another orgasm in the face.




Halloween Again!



Finally figuring out how this game went I put one arm completely around Lucy and the other went between her legs. She was still limp from her first orgasm as I fingered her. Copying the rhythm of we were watching I rubbed Lucy's clit. Holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall, her transfixed on the show, I fingered her in a way that emulated the sights and sounds coming from the house; allowing Lucy to live in the fantasy of the school girl getting reprimanded by the teacher.

Both Lucy and the girl were quickly on the brink again. I think the unexpected penetration during orgasm kept them from recovering and allowed them to stay close. They were both panting and groaning; the sounds of sex making me hard and desperate for release. It wouldn't be much longer as I tried desperately to push my cock through my pants, into Lucy's soaking pussy.

Minutes later, the school girl seemed to panic as a second orgasm, much bigger than the first, washed over her. Her screams punctuated with desperate cries for release. The nun groaned loudly as he pounded her; his climax in perfect synchronicity with hers. His final hump driven as deep as possible he held himself firmly inside of her. She stiffened up like a board and stared directly at the window. Then her eyes lost all focus and glazed over as she fell back onto the sofa. Her body convulsed uncontrollably as she gave in to it, feeling his seed pumping into her. They stayed locked together, now almost motionless as the waves subsided.

The confluence of passion pushed me over the edge as I took the place of the nun to Lucy's school girl. I came in my pants as Lucy's second orgasm caused her to lose balance slightly and she slumped below the window. I held her limp body up although I wasn't too stable myself. I thoroughly messed myself as I held Lucy against me. I was probably crushing her but, for those few moments, nobody cared.

Lucy slowly regained consciousness as the nun pulled out of his girl, causing him to wince and her to shutter. We ducked below the window and backed away. Stumbling back into the darkness, I held Lucy so she wouldn't fall. Back towards the gate we moved carefully as things were now very quiet once again. Safely in her back yard, Lucy stopped and turned towards me. She held me tight as she calmed down and regained her composure.

"Whew... that was great." She said stepping back. She reached for my hand and led me back towards her house. "Okay, we've only got a few minutes. Then its our turn."

I looked at her quizzically as she stepped inside. She looked back over her shoulder as I hadn't moved. Then she seductively bent over... and lifted her skirt... showing me what I was about to receive. "C'mon... they'll be here soon!" Apparently, that beautiful ass and I were scheduled for the midnight show.



Halloween Agreement



Halloween was fast approaching. This made me nervous as my new girlfriend had gotten me to agree to a costume I would never have thought I'd wear. A school girl. She said it would be fun, and that nobody judges on Halloween. Not that she had to try convincing very much, I cave in to her every whim pretty much all the time. I guess you could say I have a fairly submissive personality. The days sped by and Halloween was upon us. I knocked on the door to Kate's apartment that evening equal parts timid and excited. I'd always had a fascination with women's clothing; the skirts and dresses; the ruffles and lace; it all seemed so much more interesting than bland men's clothing. I blinked away my thoughts as the door opened to reveal my girlfriend Kate. She clapped in delight, grinning at me and grabbing me by the arm, practically dragging me inside and slamming the door.

"This is going to be so fun!" she exclaimed while herding me into her bathroom.

I half-heartedly mumbled something about "fun for her," trying to downplay my own eagerness to dabble into femininity.

"Strip slut!" she ordered me abruptly and slapped me hard on the ass. I couldn't recall her ever talking to me like that and I was taken aback a bit.

"What part of 'strip' didn't you understand bitch?," she went on as I gawked at her wide eyed and open mouthed. She reared back as if to slap me and instinctively I flinched and scrambled to get my shoes off. She smiled and lowered her arm as I fumbled about, hopping on one leg to get out of my jeans and quickly pulling my t-shirt over my head. I stood there facing her in my boxers finally and she simply cocked an eyebrow at me and glanced down at my underwear. I grinned sheepishly and dropped them to the floor. Despite my momentary confusion, my cock was standing out rock hard. It clearly approved of this treatment, and Kate appeared quite pleased at this discovery. She stepped closer to me and reached down to grab my cock, squeezing it tight and looking up at me.

"So...it seems someone gets turned on being ordered about." She squeezed hard, digging her nails into my cock and I winced, my knees buckling a bit, allowing her to look down at me.

"It's pretty hot," I gasped.

Kate leaned forward and gave me a peck on the forehead before releasing my cock, allowing me to stand back up, and reached behind to slap me on the ass. "Now cover yourself from the neck down with that nair in the shower and wait for 15 minutes before you turn the water on. Make sure to rinse it all off then. Can't have my slutty little school girl covered in ugly hair. I need to attend to some things in the apartment." 

With that she walked out of the bathroom and closed the door, assuming that I was going to do as I was told after my display of submissiveness. I stepped into the shower and began covering myself with the bottle of nair. Once this was accomplished I was left standing there in the shower with only my thoughts to keep me company. I had read about dominant/submissive relationships a bit on the internet, never realizing Kate might be into something like that, or myself for that matter. Kate was right though, being told in no uncertain terms what to do in that tone she had used was definitely exciting. Myriad thoughts raced through my mind as to what this could mean as far as our relationship went. Would this be just tonight? Or would we do this every so often? The tingling of the nair started to invade my thoughts, slowly turning into a burning sensation. I glanced at the clock by the sink and realized the 15 minutes was up, I had completely zoned out. I slid the shower curtain closed and turned the water on, letting it get warm before turning the shower head on. As the water cascaded over me, all my body hair to include my legs washed off of me and into the drain. I glanced about the shower, taking in all the feminine soaps and shampoos. I shrugged and started washing up. Might as well use girly body wash, I would be dressing as a girl tonight after all. 

Clean and hairless I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to towel off. I was amazed at how different, and good, that felt with smooth hairless skin. Once dry I looked to my clothes so I could get dressed, only to find they were gone, and a frilly pink satin baby doll with matching panties had taken their place. My cock started to rise as I reached out to pick up the panties and slide them up my smooth legs. Wow did that feel good! The baby doll settling onto my body felt almost as good. By this point my cock was again rock hard, tenting the pink panties.

I exited the bathroom and stepped into Kate's bedroom, where she was sitting on her bed wearing a black leather corset and long black velvet skirt. She had one thigh high black booted leg crossed over the other and was tapping what appeared to be a riding crop in her hand.

"Good girl! I expected you to come out naked and confused." She stopped tapping the crop in her hand reached down to slap it twice on the floor in front of her.

I chuckled and said, "was pretty obvious what I was supposed to do. Didn't even hear you come in the bathroom," I smiled at her.

She just frowned at me at slapped the floor with the crop again. With a start I moved over to stand in front of her, figuring that's what she wanted. She was really getting into the whole Dominatrix thing, really quickly too! She sighed, sounding vexed swung the crop full force against my smooth, bare thigh. I squealed in surprise and jumped back a bit.

"What was that for?," I asked rubbing my thigh where she had struck.

She repeated the same motion with the crop for a third time, but before I could react, said "that means you are to kneel there bitch. Not quite as smart as I thought. Ah well, that just means I get an excuse to use my crop."

She looked at me expectantly and I realized i she was still waiting for me to kneel. I did so, a little gingerly. Too gingerly it turns out, for as soon as I had settled in place on my knees before her the crop slashed through the hair to sting my shoulder, right across one pink satin spaghetti strap. I hissed in pain but stayed in my position. She was taking to this REALLY quickly. She looked at me kneeling before her, a tiny smile at one corner of her mouth. I opened my mouth a couple times to say something, but I had nothing so I just waited to see where this would go.

"Good girl," she whispered to me. I didn't even know why. "Now that you know your place, and mine, we'll establish the ground rules. More will be coming when I decide, but some basics have to be gotten out of the way."

"Ground rules for Halloween? Didn't know there," WHAP. The crop stung my other shoulder and I winced in pain.

"First, you will speak when spoken to. Second, all your statements directed to me will end with Mistress, k?"

"Alright, alright," I said, rubbing my newly stinging shoulder. WHAP. The crop slapped against my unprotected shoulder.

"What did you say slut?"

"Ouch! I meant yes Mistress."

"That's better. Third, if you have a need to speak but haven't been spoken to you are to ask me, 'may i speak, Mistress?' If I respond no, then you are to remain silent until I say so, and will not ask again." She looked at me, and I thought I detected a twinkle in her eye."

I was pretty sure she was waiting for me to say something, but the last thing she said wasn't a question, and didn't seem to require a response, so after brief consideration and I decided it would be wise to stay quiet.

"Good girl!" she patted me on the head and I felt myself smile at that. "I knew you'd be trainable! Lastly, you are to obey me at all times. If you feel any of these rules are unfair, there's your clothes," she pointed to my clothes stacked neatly near a dresser, "and you know where the door is. Understand?"

This sounded very serious. Was she for real? Seemed to be going a bit far for a Halloween night out. Her dominant personality she'd slipped into was definitely turning me on, despite the whacks I'd received from her riding crop. I imagine this is all a character she's decided to play for Halloween, and what harm could it do? If I left I was sure she'd call me back and tell me what a party pooper I was. A quiet clapping noise interrupted my thoughts and I realized she was slapping the crop against her palm again, awaiting my reply. It dawned on me that my inner monologue did not pause time in real life. What the hell, I though, may as well go for it.

"I understand Mistress," I smiled up at her.

"Splendid!" she beamed. "You passed all your tests with flying colors!" She sounded pretty happy, which made me feel I had made the correct choice. "Now let's get you ready my submissive little princess."

She got up and directed me over to her vanity where I sat obediently as she began to apply make up to my face. The entire time she instructed me as to what she was doing, why she was doing it, and told me in time it would be second nature to me. I simply sat still as she worked on me, glad to have the attention and wondered why it would matter if I learned about make up or not. When she was done I started into the face of a pretty girl. Just the face however, she had a decidedly boyish haircut.

"I know sissy," Kate replied to my unspoken thought, "luckily I have the cutest thing for you." She disappeared briefly into her closet and emerged with a honey blonde wig, which had two red ribbons catching it into pig tails. She situated it on my head and fastened it into place with a couple hairpins and nodded to herself.

"What do you think, princess?"

"Wow, it's almost like I'm looking at the reflection of a real girl!" SLAP. I let out an unintentionally girlish squeal as Kate's hand spanked my ass three times in rapid succession. I realized my mistake. "Mistress! I like it Mistress!"

"Much better slut." Again Kate disappeared into her closet and returned, this time with a red plaid skirt, white satin button up blouse, white stockings, bra, and panties. "I know you love your cute little baby doll princess, but it's time to get ready, strip."

No hesitation from me this time as i pulled off the baby doll and panties, letting them puddle around my feet before I stepped out of them. Kate handed me the panties first, followed by the bra. It had false silicon breasts sewn into it i noticed and I struggled to snap it behind my back. Kate didn't say a word, but rolled her eyes and stepped behind me to do the clasp herself. Next came the stockings which I carefully rolled up my legs at Kate's instruction. Then the short plaid, pleated skirt, which once zipped on my hips hung just over the floral patterned tops of my stockings. I slipped the blouse on and buttoned it up and I was complete. The definition of a slutty school girl fantasy. Almost I learned as Kate returned one last time from her closet with a pair of 4 inch heeled black patent mary janes. I buckled them onto my feet and stood for inspection.

Kate walked around me a few times, sizing me up, squeezing my ass, caressing my arm. I shivered a little as she slid her finger up the crack of my panties. 

"You are one hot slut. And all mine." She started stroking my arms as she started walking me backwards. I backed slowly, completely under her power as she locked her eyes on mine. I didn't even flinch as my legs hit her bed and I sat down hard. She climbed up to straddle me and grabbed the back of my head, kissing me deeply. As our lipstick smeared together I natually started to attempt to control the kiss, but she squeezed against me and pressed me back, forcing me to submit. It was the most amazing kiss I've ever had. I was completely under her control and I loved it. She pulled away from me, gazing at me with lust filled eyes and whispered, "who's slut are you?"

She began biting my ear gently and breathing softly into softly as I whispered back, "I'm your slut Mistress..."

She bit harder and into my ear breathed, "and what will you do for me slut?" 

As she moved to bite down hard on my neck I gasped, "anything you say Mistress."

She then slid off of me and pulled me to my feet. I leaned in to kiss her but she intercepted me with a finger, which she then pointed at the ground. I knew right away what my Mistress expected and dropped to my knees before her. As I knelt, looking up at her, Kate reached behind her and I heard a zipper just before her long skirt slid down her legs to puddle around her feet. Much to my surprise a long, think cock sprung from her crotch. It was a very real looking flesh colored and veiny strap-on. 

"I think you know what to do slut."

I did indeed, without a second though I parted my glossy red lips and slid Mistress's big cock into my mouth. I could never have imagined doing something like this mere hours ago, but now I was only eager to obey. I began licking around the head of her thick cock and the slid it into my mouth, trying to suck Mistress as I liked to be sucked. I gazed up at her as I bobbed up and down and she grabbed a hold of my pig tails and started fucking my face, driving her cock into my mouth as she pulled my head towards it.

"Suck that cock you little whore. Get it nice and wet."

Her words encouraged me to suck and lick even more eagerly. Abruptly she pulled the cock from my mouth and I almost fell over leaning in to suck it back into my mouth. She jerked upwards on my pig tails.

"Up slut." I quickly got to my feet and she reached under my skirt and started stroking my cock through my panties. I moaned with lust as she leaned in to kiss me, biting onto my lower lip and keeping me like that as she forced me back into her dresser. Still half biting, half kissing me she reached down to grab my legs behind my knees. I sensed what my Mistress was after and helped her lift me up partially onto the low dresser. She leaned into me more heavily, pressing me back against the wall, lifting and spreading my legs apart. She moved one hand to a drawer and I vaguely heard a drawer open and close, drowned out by the sounds of our lust. I felt my panties being pushed to the side and something cool and slick sliding down my ass.

Mistress bit my ear and whispered, "time to take my little slutty princess's cherry." 

I was so overcome by this incredible situation that it didn't even register. I simply moaned as I caressed Mistress's shoulders with my hands as I rubbed one leg along her body. I felt the head of her cock start to press against my hole and whimpered softly.

"Shhh, it's okay my slut, it only hurts at first."

I squealed and gasped as her cock popped into me but was silenced with another kiss. Mistress slowly slid her cock in and out of me, and the pain started to diminish and was replaced quickly by pleasure I had never imagined. Before long I was clutching fiercely to Mistress as she started to pound me hard and fast. I squealed. I moaned. I cried out. I heard myself screaming, "oh god yessss fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

"I knew you'd be my sissy slut, I knew you'd love getting fucked. Such a good little whore. You are mine now, you will beg for dick, mine, or any I will allow you to have."

"I'm your slut Mistress! OH god fuck me, i'm going to cum!"

"Cum for me you dirty slut, fill your pretty panties as you fuck my cock!"

I screamed out again, unintelligible this time as I felt my orgasm rip through my entire body, filling my panties with cum as I was ordered. Mistress slowed until she was just pressed against me with her cock all the way inside me. I clung to her, gasping.

"It was even easier than I imagined to turn you into my personal cock hungry sissy slut," Mistress laughed at me. "Such a good slut!" She caressed my face as I panted, then quickly stepped back, her cock popping out of me. I let out a small whimper at the empty feeling. Mistress chuckled at that.

"Time for us to get cleaned up, you've made a mess of us you naughty girl! It's time to parade you around so I can show off my new prize! What do you say princess?"

I wobbled on my feet and replied, "yes Mistress." That seemed an odd thing to say, but at this point I would've agreed to just about anything she asked after that amazing sex. Who knew getting fucked felt so good? Kate smiled knowingly at me, as if she could read my thoughts. I followed her into the bathroom to clean up, then to her vanity to fix our make up. When all was ready as Kate saw it she locked a collar around my neck, snapped a leash to it and tugged me with her towards the door.



Halloween Airlines



I put some thought into what to wear to the Halloween party given her planned costume. "Stewardess," she had told me. Not "flight attendant." Hmmmmm. I decided I would visit my friend the pilot. Borrow some pilots uniform gear...

The party had been going for a while and I had easily got through a couple of beers when I noticed that she had arrived. I could just see her head and shoulders through the crowd. As I worked my way closer, I saw she was wearing a snug fitting waist-length jacket and a pillbox type hat right out of the '40s. Her hair was done up, I don't know what the correct term would be, in a pillow at the back of her neck. As I got closer I noticed the tapered skirt, quite a bit shorter than would have been standard issue on the airlines in 1948. It hugged her pretty hips and bottom well and she looked terrific in it. I certainly wasn't going to be complaining about the length. Then I noticed the seamed stockings below. Oh wow. They looked great on her, nicely accenting her shapely calves. Nice period pumps to go with the outfit, just high enough to be sexy and stylish. As I walked around in front of her, I noticed that her white blouse was buttoned up to her neck with an airplane pin at her throat. Oh well, no cleavage, but that rear view was fabulous so again, I wasn't going to complain. 

I approached her, taking off my glasses and tipping my cap. "Good evening, taking my flight tonight?"

She smiled when she recognized me. "Hey, what are you doing here ... uh, what flight?"

"Well, you are dressed as a flight attendant..."

"And you as a pilot!" She smiled even wider when she realized what my uniform was all about. "Oh my, you bet I'll be on your flight, Captain. What can I get you, coffee, tea ... me?" she teased.

"Well," I continued seriously, "I'm leaning towards the 'me,' but I have a small problem with your uniform. I'm pretty certain that skirt is a little shy of regulation length."

She glanced down. "Too short, eh?" She looked up at me again. "I suppose it may be just a teeny bit short."

"Teeny bit short, hell. It's just plain teeny! And I'm wondering what else about your dress is in violation of code?"

"Oh, I'm sure there's at least one more thing that's against regulations, Captain," she replied softly. She smiled again and started walking through the crowd. She had an empty glass so I followed her and offered to refill for her.

Catching up to her in another room, I delivered her drink.

"Thanks," she said, taking a sip.

"I think we should have a uniform inspection."

"You do, do you?"

"Yes, I do. Follow me?"

"Where to?" she inquired.

"I've got just the spot all staked out," I assured her, leading her out of the room and down a short hallway. I quietly directed her to the bedroom where a ton of coats had been piled on a bed and led her to the huge walk-in closet / dressing room in the back. The key elements were a locking door and a big comfy chair. We slipped in quietly and as I turned to lock the door, her hands were on my shoulders and in my hair. I turned back to get my hands on her shoulders and pull her close to kiss her. Her soft lips melted into mine for long seconds. I held her tight, enjoying the feel of her breasts crushed against my chest. 

"You look incredible," I whispered as we separated. "I love these old time fashions, the short jackets and tapered skirts."

"I was thinking about you when I chose this outfit," she replied, smiling up at me, "I figured you'd like it."

The fit of the skirt and jacket emphasized her waist and curvy legs and ass. I again pulled her close, this time pressing the bulge of my erection into her belly. I turned her so that there was a full-length mirror behind her and knelt in front of her, my hands sliding down the back of her skirt, over the hem and down her thighs to her knees. My fingers traced the seams in the stockings gently. Peeking around her hips, I watched in the mirror as my hands slid the hem of her skirt up a bit. It was lined, so slid easily up her thighs. I just felt the tiny bulge of garter ends above where I stopped. 

"Oh, my, real stockings?" I asked quietly.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," she breathed slowly. Her hands were in my hair, fingers twisting and tugging gently, absentmindedly. 

I continued pushing the skirt hem up a tiny bit at a time, sliding my hands up and down her thighs and calves in between. Shortly I was rewarded with the soft touch of skin above the stocking tops. I bent over to lick at the band of flesh between stocking and skirt hem and let my tongue follow the satin garter strap up a little further. A couple of more gentle pushes and her skirt was bunched up above the swell of her hips and my cheek was gently grazing the bristly softness of her bush. 

"No underwear. Hmmmm ... I'm sure that's a flagrant violation of flight attendant dress code," I said gravely, my voice catching as I tried to control my excitement.

"Yes Captain, I'm sure it is," she replied, breathing in sharply as I leaned forward and kissed her mound. 

"I want a taste," I whispered, pushing her gently towards the chair and then helping her to sit her pretty bottom right on the edge. I leaned forward and spread her knees wide apart, then kissed gently at the soft flesh of her thighs, trailing my kisses closer and closer to her sex. I let my fingers continue sliding up and down the stocking seams over her calves as I zeroed in on her hot wetness. Her pussy lips were swollen and wet; they appeared to beg me to suck them into my mouth. I did, sucking and tugging at them, thrilling at the taste of her sex. I slipped a finger into her vagina and began stroking in and out slowly as I licked and sucked at her sensitive flesh. My tongue flicked her clit and slipped between the sopping lips. She pushed her hips towards me and tugged at my hair with both hands, forcing my face deep between her legs. I knew she liked me to take it slow and steady, fingers, lips and tongue busy over her sensitive pussy. Shortly her breathing was ragged and her body twitched from pleasure. Then finally she was coming hard, pulling my face tighter into her. I kept my tongue going and soon her pull turned to a push.

"Stop, stop, stop," she said softly, out of breath. Holding my head by the hair she smiled down at me from arms length, her eyes bright with mischief. "Oh what you do to me," she sighed.

"Oh how wonderful you taste," I said. Standing above her, I put my hands on the chair arms and leaned down to kiss her, my face wet with her juices. Our tongues writhed together for long moments. 

Standing upright in front of her, I reminded her of the 'flight plans.' "Now, about that flight," I said, unbuckling the uniform pants and slipping them down my legs. My underwear went with them. "This plane leaves shortly."

I glanced down at my erect penis, bobbing between the white shirttails. I sat down on the floor in front of the chair and lay back on the dressing room carpet. She knelt over me and took my shaft in her hand, her fingers gently sliding up and down its length. 

"Feels more like a rocket to me," she purred as she leaned far over to kiss me, simultaneously directing the throbbing red head of my cock into her wet pussy and sitting back, firmly planting my length inside her. I reached back to grasp her firm buns and squeezed gently as she rocked up and down, up and down, setting a nice pleasurable rhythm. In moments I was coming hard, arching to lift her off the carpet. 

"To the moon," I whispered in her ear as I moaned softly in pleasure.

"I'm coming with you," she added in a strained voice as she bore down on my cock and began her own struggle with silence as the waves of her orgasm flowed through her.

We lay together for some time, her head on my chest, my softening penis slipping out of her sopping pussy. 

We eventually agreed we should get back to the party and stood to dress. I hunted for a tissue to wipe my sticky penis before putting it back in my pants.

"C'mere," she gestured for me to stand in front of her as she sat in the chair again, this time with her skirt down and her knees pressed firmly together. I approached her with my pants up but undone, my soft penis dangling in front of her. She took the napkin from under her glass on the side table and began to wipe me clean but then obviously had an idea and reached again for her drink. She raised the glass up under my cock and dipped me in the cool liquid. I shivered slightly as she again returned the glass to the table. Next, she leaned forward and slipped my entire length into her mouth, sucking the liquor and our juices off of the rapidly stiffening shaft. 

"Mmmmmmm," she purred as she cradled my balls with one hand, gently squeezing the sack. "At this rate, you'll be ready for another flight in no time."

"Uh, yeah," I stammered as she again slipped me into her mouth. Her tongue and lips were doing wonderful things and I was going to have to sit soon or fall over if she kept it up. 

"How about we save some of this for later?" she asked, releasing me and helping to tuck the rigid shaft into my pants. "We'll have to try and get cleared for takeoff again before the evening is through." 

She smiled up at me as she stood to kiss me firmly on the mouth. 

"I'm going to want more of you later, I can assure you of that..." 

She let the words trail off as she walked to the door to leave. Stopping with her hand on the knob, she turned her head around over her shoulder and looked down her back at her legs. "Are those stocking seams straight?" she asked teasingly, as she let herself out...



Halloween, Aka: Tour De Force



My name is Paul Nether. I am a 25-year-old Caucasian man. I am currently employed as an English language teacher. Not my dream job by any means, but it will have to do. I wish I could just open a portal to a better world, but this is not going to happen anytime soon. 

Also, forgive me for not adhering to the, "show, don't tell" rule. I hope you can understand. 

In 2010, I decided to do something special to celebrate the enchanting time of the year that is Halloween.

With jack-o-lanterns and other phantasmagoric inventions, with the haze enshrouding the trees, the Halloween of 2010 was shaping up to be even more climatic than usual. 

I wanted to do something special. Something thrilling. Something for which a pied-à-terre would come in handy. After careful consideration, I decided to test my female disguise in the real world. Enough with those closet training sessions involving heel-prancing on wooden floors.

I bought everything I would need long in advance. I had a curly blonde wig; Pleaser heels; and eight white tassels. 

Finding the wig and heels was an easy task. With the world at my fingertips, I effortlessly located every store. I then constructed cognitive maps to get there.

A "cloak and dagger" approach was necessary, and I am sure you can understand why. After all, socially-ordained norms tell us in no uncertain terms that male pride is the sine qua non of manhood.

My cognitive map had served me well. I entered the first store and a smiling lady handed me the marvelous collection of hairs which would soon become my main weapon of perceptual manipulation. 

"This one's great for little girls, but you'll look awesome in it as well," the woman said emphatically. 

The heels were trickier. I entered one heel store physically and said I lost a bet and had to walk in heels for a day or so as a result. The girls scanned me with "WTF!?" written all over their faces.

Then they were trying, desperately I might add, to find the proper heel size for me. Alas, my feet were just too big. 

The next step was obvious: I had find a store selling less conventional heels. 

As always, the web proved to be irreplaceable. I sent an e-mail to a store, detailing my "bet-time" story. 

Our correspondence was swift and their virtual conduct was definitely professional. 

I was told the best choice for me would be "Pleaser" heels. I had to trust their judgment on that one. They wanted to call me but I told me we should stick to e-mails.

The transaction was about to be concluded. 

Dingdong. 

"Yes?" I could hear what sounded like a Southern accent. 

"I'm here for the Pleasers," I muttered.

Buzz.

"You can try them on here if you like," the woman told me as she was holding the door ajar.

"No, thanks," I kept looking down on the floor. "Here's the money."

I handed her the money, turned around and strode off, making sure she could not see my face. 

I then decided to buy a make-up kit. I came up with a simple story for that one.

"I want to buy a present for my wife," I told a shop assistant. "Yes, her hair is blonde."

The assistant showed me the pros and cons of each product. Finally, the girlish monologue ended and I was left holding the bag. Literally.

I came home and shaved my face first. I then tested the make-up. 

"Damn," I muttered to myself. "My face is burning!"

The unpleasant sensation dampened my initial enthusiasm. I was never an aspiring drag-queen, so I decided to stick to scarves covering whatever masculine traits might have been left on my face - and making sure it was as realistic as possible. Fortunately, one of the most important factors - the weather - was on my side.

In case you were wondering, I did not forget about the most important attribute of femininity. I did not intend to become the freak show central by parading around with a flat chest. A belt, two soccer socks, and a coat to accentuate the would-be breasts was all I needed to create a convincing illusion. 

Finally, I decided to test my disguise in practice. I was not sure what to expect. My digital recorder made sure every single second was immortalized. 

I quickly found my heel-walking skills were good and sidewalks were not a problem. I pranced around in them, shaking my derriere, looking ahead. My conditioned mind could not believe I was actually passing myself off as a female. It almost felt like a dissociative identity disorder for a while. 

I could not utter a single word for obvious reasons. I was not an aspiring "tranny" by any means.

That was my only concern: what if some stalker decided to follow me? What if a police officer stopped me? Fuck it. Mind your own business. And your own pants.

Overall, I was happy with the results. And disappointed. Disappointed with the outcome, i.e. how easy it was for me to dupe people.

What a dichotomy, wouldn't you say?

Catcalls. Whistles. Honks. Even pick-up strategies. My curly blonde wig was serving me well. My white cap made sure people did not see the top of the head.

The gloves eliminated the problem of claws.

The experience of putting myself in women's shoes was definitely a rewarding one. Nothing is free in life, however: I was really tired after the exercise in femininity;

First time's a charm.

Forget about the third. Your feet won't survive it.

The End.



Halloween Alley



It's only a bit before midnight but I find myself pushing my way past people to get outside, get out of this club, and get home. The night had started so well, the three of us had piled out of the taxi to lots of whistles, from men and women. The doorman, a big strong black man with muscles galore and a chest to absolutely die for, had ushered us to the front of the line and in without a wait. We were all thrilled and expect to get swamped in offers of dances, drinks and rides to their place or ours.

The club had been hopping, wall to wall people moving and jerking to the beat of the dance music screaming out of the giant speakers everywhere. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, sweat, cigar smoke, and a thick cloying smell of sexual tension. It seemed everywhere you looked people were horny, looking about for someone to score with. My friends got picked up in a couple seconds and were soon to be seen dancing out in the rest of the dancers, their bodies jerking and swaying to the beat of the music, so sexy, so looking like they belonged. Me on the other hand, I cornered my way up to the bar, pressed in on both sides by heavy breathing sweaty men and women trying to get drinks for their friends and soon-to-be lovers.

I milked three drinks, at first an enormous margarita, orange instead of the typical pinkish red in celebration of Halloween, then what is called a Romulan ale, I had never had one before. Very surprised one could be found there, I had heard of it from trekkies and seen a recipe in some magazine, though never could convince myself or my friends to actually get one made up. I figured, what the heck why not, it's Halloween. The bartender smirked when I told him, tried to tell me it's not that bad of a night yet. I simply looked at him for a minute, he looked back then shrugged and turned to make it.

He was at it for some time, then he turned back to me and handed me a martini glass mostly full of this weird blue drink. I looked at him quizzically and he shrugged and told me that's it. Shrugging back I raised it to my lips and took a sip, at first it was wonderful, then it slid down my throat and I was coughing. It got easier after that. I'm not sure if it was because you can't get any more alcohol into a drink than that or if it was just because the bartender was cute, but we spent the next hour or so talking, most of it me sharing my life and how miserable it had been.

Shortly after I finished sharing with him he got called away to do a large order by a waitress. I hadn't known there were any, but I figured it was high time I went home to sleep and wake up with what was sure to be a killer hangover. My last drink just finished, a whisky on the rocks, I slipped some cash under the glass along with my phone number. He's cute and listens well, but not much my type. A friend being a good thing to have though, I figured it couldn't hurt.

"Be careful." The sudden comment made me stop in my tracks in the doorway, leaning against it drunkenly. I looked about for a moment before my eyes fell onto the gorgeous hunk of a doorman.

"You are such a hunk, I just love your chest, wouldn't you rather go home with me and ravish this body?" I said to the doorman, grabbing at my toga and baring one large breast.

"I'd love to, but I have to work still, maybe next time." He told me as he reaches out and tucks my breast away with a pat.

Dejected I stumble away from the club. Two doors down there is an alley. Suddenly nauseous I turn, and more fall than stumble my way down the alley a slight way before leaning against a wall and letting go.

Attempting to stand upright again, the sound of a voice made me pause. I look over to see the bartender coming toward me. I move to stand up and face him, but he motions for me to stay leaning against the wall. I do so, I have no idea why, must be the drinks is the only thought making any sort of sense. Then he is there, behind me, undoing my costume. I moan as he pulls the toga apart spilling me out of it before it falls to the ground. As he undoes his pants, I lean over farther and prepare myself for what is surely to come.

I moan again as I feel his cock press at me, then groan as he pulls back to spit in his hand then smear it all over his cock. Then he is back again, pressing into me, his cock sliding deeper and deeper in me. As he gets deeper I find myself rising up higher on the wall. His fingers knead at me before they make their way to my nipples, causing me to moan louder than his cock thrusting at me alone was.

There I am, leaning against this wall, almost vertical, this cute bartender behind me thrusting his cock home in me fast, moans and groans issuing from me as he pumps and plays with my nipples. I'm not sure when I started saying it, but I was saying it over and over so near to an orgasm, oh god. It had become my mantra, right about when I notice I am saying it he leans into my ear and told me he won't be any help tonight.

Before I could think to ask what he meant, one hand leaves my nipple and presses my head to the side. Then I feel him lean into me more, his mouth comes to rest against my neck, at first he sucks, causing me to shiver with anticipation, then he is inside me again. Except he doesn't pull out, he bites me. I don't know why, but I can feel every little millimeter of those fangs as they invade my neck. 

Can feel my flesh parting as those fangs went deeper and deeper. Can feel the bumps and grooves of them, most importantly, I can feel my blood rushing for his fangs and the holes they left. I could feel my blood leaving me and going into his mouth. I could hear the slurping sucking sound of him moving in and out of me, or is it the sound of him sucking my blood?

I am growing weak when he finally cums, I can feel his cock swell up then the tremors and the hot spurts of his seed shooting into me. His cock keeps pumping into me as he shoots his load, then he slows down and stops. His mouth still sucking on my neck, I continue to moan with his fangs sunk home, my blood rushing into his mouth. I feel faint, my knees begin to tremble and passing out is a very near thing when he pulls his fangs from me.

I don't know why, but I find myself leaning against the wall thanking him, his cum trickling out of me. I can feel his hot cum oozing out and streaming down my legs as he pulls his pants back up and walks away. I am sure I pass out then at least I think that is what happens.

The next thing I know, there is another guy behind me, his cock pistoning in and out of me, the bartender's cum, what is left of it anyway, leaking out around his cock and falling to the ground with splats. I am sure it was the drinks, maybe I had told him to go ahead, maybe it had never been the bartender in the first place just this guy. Except why is there cum leaking out of me around this new guy's cock?

I just stop caring. I lean back into him, feel his cock going deeper inside and moan, even push back. I just revel in the feel of this large cock as it moves in and out of me, the way it shoves my fleshy folds out of the way with each thrust. The way I close up when he pulls back. Most of all I revel in the fact that I don't know who it is; could be my dad, my old high school principal, whoever it is they are just using me for their own pleasure. I don't know why but that thought is what gets me going on his cock in the first place.

With his cock going in and out of me at a rather breakneck speed I approach an orgasm. I don't know if it is my first or second, but I didn't care, I want to cum, and I want his cum in me when I do. I start talking to him, telling him how good he feels in me, how much I want his hot cum shot into me.

To my amazement he groans and I can feel his hot cum spurt into me, can feel it spread inside me, the heat making my own orgasm crash over me. I scream out my orgasm as he falls against me groaning, hips moving as his release issues forth in me. Can do naught but feel him in me, his cum spurts, leaks and flows into and around in me as my muscles contract on him.

We stand together, him pressed to me, both of us pressed to the wall for what felt like forever, but at least a few minutes, before I pull away from him, his soft cock pops free and lets more cum trickle down my legs. Gently I lean him against the wall, find my toga, still there so I must not have been out here for very long getting fucked, and stagger to the street. Hail a taxi as I put my clothes back on, which led to getting one fast. I open the door and plop in, and think there is no better way to hail a cab than being naked when you try.

In the front seat is a gorgeous blonde woman, she is turned to look back at me, concern written all over her face. The first thing she asks is if I want to find a cop. With a grin I tell her no I just want to go home. A smile spreads across her face. She turns around and starts driving as I tell her where home is and relate my adventure in the alley. I don't mention the bartender, I'm not sure why, but even to me it feels more like a dream than reality, instead I tell her about the second guy, how it felt having him in me, how long he fucked me for, and how hard he came inside me.

When we reach my place, I am horny again. I want to offer myself to her, but she looks at me and tells me how much she wants to go up with me, but has to work for another couple hours. So we make plans for the next night about now. I tell her to pick me up at the same place, I want to go back to the club and see if I can score like that again. With a giggle she drives off, her card in my hand, mine in hers, and I somehow manage to get up the stairs and into bed before sleep.



Halloween and Batman



Just a short non-erotic story for Halloween. If you're looking for sex, it's not here. For the rest of the readers I hope you enjoy it. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making it a much better read. 

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I'm what most people would call a normal, non-descript type guy. I'm 5' 10", weigh 160 lbs. I'm not overly smart, but not dumb either. I've always been on the somewhat quiet side when it came to girls.

In school I was the guy you never remembered in class. You would have to look in your yearbook to remember my face. I didn't play sports or belong to any clubs. Next to my picture in the yearbook there was nothing listed but my name.

I liked sports but my Dad owned a hardware store and I worked for him as far back as I could remember. School, homework and working at the store was the main part of my life. I did workout at the store when it wasn't busy. I had my own gym equipment in the backroom. I kept myself in good physical shape, but I wasn't the best dresser.

I usually wore plaid button-down shirts and jeans. At the store I usually wore a red vest with our logo on it. I have two older sisters that helped at the store once in a while but they were more involved in school. By the time I was a sophomore they had graduated. Both are now married with families.

During my senior year Dad and I talked, and we both thought I should go to Community College for a couple of years and take Business Management courses. I could have a degree in less than two years if I went during the summer; that's what I did.

I really did have a decent life, it's just that I never really dated. Between school and work I didn't really have the time and I guess I was always afraid of being turned down. That's a pretty big hit to a guy's ego.

I met Becky at college. We got paired up on a science project. I doubt I was her first choice but the teacher did the parings. She was pretty and easy to talk to, even for me. We were pretty much a complete mixed match.

She graduated from a different high school than I did. She was a cheerleader, volleyball and softball player as well as the homecoming queen. She was nice and friendly to everyone.

After college she was going to work in a loan office that her uncle owned. She was going for a degree in accounting. I guess you could say we became friends but didn't hang together.

I heard her talking with her friend Sylvia, who said too bad she got stuck with me. She was matched up with a hunk and she wanted to know if Becky was interested in a double date. The hunk, Dave, had a friend Bob that would be more than happy to go with Becky.

"Jamie isn't such a bad person. He's cute in his own way and he's a good partner with a good heart. I think he's just shy. I think you're pre-judging him," said Becky.

"You might be right but he dresses like a farm boy and doesn't seem like he would be much fun. He's way too quiet. You can't trust them when they're that quiet. So, are you on for the double date on Friday?"

"Sure, why not? I get tired of studying all the time."

That was pretty much the way it was through college. I saw Becky around but she just had the personality that drew the popular people. She still always was nice to me, smiling whenever she saw me.

She dated a number of different guys but never stayed with anyone very long. One day I was eating lunch and she sat down at my table. "Hi, it's been a long time since we talked. Remember when we were science partners?" she asked.

"How could I ever forget? The dweeb and the most popular girl," I smiled at her.

"Don't knock yourself down. There's nothing wrong with you. You're just shy. Someday you'll meet the right person and all that will change."

"Have you met the right person?" I asked.

"Not really but not really looking all that much either. Right now I need to get my degree and get my position at my uncle's firm. We have three weeks left before graduation, remember?"

The sad part for me was I had this crush on Becky but would never have the courage to ask her out. We did graduate and my parents put a 'Congratulations Jamie' sign on the outside of the hardware store. Everyone around town and all our customers came in and congratulated me. It was almost embarrassing. A lot of family even stopped by. My sisters were really happy for me.

Most of our customers were men and a lot of them were contractors. Now and then a nice looking woman would come in, usually to get something for her husband. We didn't get an overabundance of young women in the store.

Mom also posted a sign that said "Free Lunch". It was for friends and customers in honor of my graduation from college. We had a lot of people come in. Free meals attract a lot of business. I looked up and saw Becky come in. She walked up to me and gave me a hug. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.

"I saw the sign and thought it might be you. Your parents must be really proud of you."

"How did you see the sign? What brings you to this area?" I asked.

"My Uncle Ralph's business is just across the street. We might be seeing a lot of each other."

I introduced Mom to Becky and she told her to have lunch. Becky did make a sandwich and I sat down with her while she ate.

After she left, Mom asked about her and I told her she went to the same college as I did and she worked for her uncle at the loan office across the street.

****

We saw each other a couple of times a week and basically waved at each other. I worked every day except we were closed on Sundays and also did my workouts. I wasn't the muscle bound guy that you see in magazines but I had tight muscles and low amount of body fat. We did a lot of lifting in the hardware business.

I heard there was a large Halloween Party being held at one of the nightclubs in town. I had turned twenty-one and never had been to bars. I saw Becky one day and she said she was going to it. She and her friend Sylvia were going in their cheerleading outfits from high school. They were surprised they could still fit into them. She asked me if I was going and I told her I didn't think so; I would be out of place.

"How can anyone be out of place at a Halloween party? Everyone will be wearing costumes. You should try and make it. It's late Friday night and your store will be closed."

"I'll see but I doubt it," I replied.

I drove to a large city about thirty miles from our town after work one night and went to a costume shop. I must have tried on a half dozen outfits. I looked like a dork in most of them. Then I saw a Batman costume. It came with the head mask so no one would know me. It actually had elevated shoes, which made me look taller.

There was padding that went in the chest, arms and thigh areas. It wasn't bulky but made me look a lot bigger. It even came with a Batman walking stick. It cost a hundred dollars to rent for two days but seeing he had three of them he would sell it to me for two hundred fifty dollars.

I purchased it and thought how stupid I was. All this money to impress Becky, and I wasn't planning on letting her know who I was.

I dressed at home except for the head mask. After parking my car, I put on my mask, grabbed my Batman walking stick and went into the huge lounge. Everyone had to show their ID at the door. Only adults were allowed.

There was a twenty dollar admission fee which included the snacks and water but not drinks. I grabbed a bottle of water and a straw. The mouth piece was big enough for me to eat but the straw made drinking much easier.

I walked around watching all the people in their costumes. Quite a few women came up to me and said, "Hi Batman", some even asked me to take them to my Bat cave or for a ride in my Bat mobile.

I was really enjoying myself and danced with a few of the lesser dressed women. Women who wouldn't have giving me a second look if I wasn't in costume. I even saw two other Batman costumes but they were nowhere as fancy as mine.

I spotted Becky and her friend Sylvia. They were at a table with a few other women. I sat on a bar stool not far from them. They were dancing with a number of men and also just the women all together.

After Becky sat down I bought her table of six women a round of drinks. I then asked Becky to dance. She looked sexy in her cheerleading outfit. I figured it was a little tighter than she expected. It showed her every curve.

It was a slow song and we talked. "I'm Becky and you are?"

"Batman tonight, Bruce Wayne by day," I replied.

"Right, Batman's alias. It's nice to meet you, Bruce, I mean Batman; it is night." I liked to hear her laugh.

I felt good holding her. She had no idea it was me since I was three inches taller and the padding made me larger also.

I ended up dancing with her a quite a few times as well as her friends. Even Sylvia treated me different. I guess clothes really do make the person. I had to laugh at my own joke.

It was a couple of hours later when Becky came up to me. She looked worried. "Have you seen my friend Sylvia? She's dressed in a cheerleader's outfit like me. She left for the restroom almost a half hour ago and hasn't returned.

"My friends and I checked the restroom and she isn't there and no one has seen her on the dance floor."

"Maybe she left with a friend," I suggested.

"No, she wouldn't have done that without telling us. It was a pact we all made."

"I'll tell you what. I'll check outside and see if she might be out there."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

I went out one of the back exits near the restrooms and looked around the parking lot. In a distance I could hear a woman's voice coming from an open van door.

"Please don't do this. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone." It was Sylvia's voice.

"Just shut the fuck up and you just might like it. I'd hate to have to cut your throat," said a man dressed like a Demon.

"What the hell is going on?" I yelled out.

The man turned and pulled a large knife on me. I looked over and he had ripped open Sylvia's blouse. He made a darting move toward me and I sidestepped and used my walking stick and knocked the knife out of his hand. I then jammed the end of the stick into his stomach.

He doubled over and I hit him a couple of times across the back of the neck. By that time Sylvia had gotten up and ran back to the lounge screaming. I could see her from a distance banging on the locked door. I kicked the assailant twice in the side as he lay there. 

I quickly left and got into my car and took off my mask. I could see people coming out of the bar and the bouncers running to the assailant in the parking lot. I was on my way home. I didn't want anyone to know it was me.

On Saturday I was working when Becky came in. "I missed you at the party last night. Why didn't you come?"

"As I mentioned, I just wouldn't fit in. So how did it go? Did you have a nice time? Find a lot of guys to dance with? I would have like to have seen you in your cheerleader outfit." She just kind of stared.

"The party was fun till Sylvia was attacked in the parking lot. Thank God Batman was there and saved her from being raped or even killed."

"Batman?" I asked.

"A man dressed as Batman helped us look for Sylvia when she came up missing. Another man dressed like a Demon of some sort had already ripped open her blouse when Batman arrived and beat the crap out of the guy. When the bouncers and police got there Batman was gone but they caught the assailant. He was arrested on attempted rape charges. Sylvia wishes she knew who Batman was so she could thank him for possibly saving her life."

"Are you ok? No one tried to hurt you, did they?"

"No, but it could have been me as easy as Sylvia. That's why we always go in a group."

"Is that why women always go to the restroom together at restaurants?"

"It could be one good reason," she smiled. "The police wanted to talk to Batman but no one seems to know who he was. There were two other men dressed as Batman but it wasn't them. There was something special about the other Batman."

"What do you mean something special? Wasn't he just a man in a costume?"

"Yes, but I danced with him and he was so gentle. He didn't try and cop feels like a lot of guys do. It was almost like I knew him.

"There's another Halloween Party at the Civic center next week. Sylvia's going with a friend of hers. It's Dave, a guy she met in college."

"Yeah, I remember him. She considered him a hunk. Didn't you go out with his friend? I think his name was Bob," I asked.

"He was an ok guy but he was all hands. I want to have a date with someone who isn't going to try and maul me. Would you go with me? I think I'd feel safe with you."

"Me, you want me to take you to the Halloween Party? I thought Sylvia didn't think much of me."

"It's not Sylvia that's asking you to go. So, do we have a date? You will need a costume."

"Are you going to wear your cheerleader outfit?" I asked.

"No, Sylvia's got ripped up so I'm going as Batgirl."

"Ok, it's a date. I promise to protect you." She laughed, but I was sure she wasn't sure what I meant.

****

During the week I went and saw my sister Sue. I told her I looked like a hick and wanted her to go shopping with me and find clothes that I might look good in. I found out that Dockers fit me better than just old jeans.

We found pullover shirts that were a little tight, so they enhanced my build. My sister was having a ball helping me out. "I take it you met a girl?" said my sister.

"We met in college but we are just friends. I overheard her friends tell her they thought I was a hick. I just want to look nicer."

"Jamie, you've always been a decent looking guy. It just took the right woman to notice. Let me take you to my hairdresser and get you a real haircut."

When Sue was finished with me I looked like I was on the makeover program. Sue even found me a cologne to wear. It was the day before the party when Becky came in the store and saw me.

"Wow! You look really cool. What happened?"

"You happened. I know I'm just a regular guy and I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. I asked my older sister for a little help. This is the result."

"Jamie, I've liked you as a friend since we were partners in science class. I don't really hang out with anyone. I'm my own person. I know I used to hang around with some of the more popular people but they are the ones who asked me out. If you would have asked me out I would have went also, but you never did."

"So, Batgirl, what time do you want me to pick you up tomorrow? I have a surprise costume I bought for the occasion."

"Eight would be fine if you want to meet at my house. Sylvia and Dave will pick us up there."

"Are you sure about this? Your last chance to back out," I responded.

"You're my date and I sure hope you can dance."

"I can dance, I'm actually pretty good if I say so myself. I had two older sisters to teach me. So, I'll be at your place at eight with my costume on."

I wondered how she might take it, me dressed at Batman. I would be honest with her if she asked me if I was the one who helped Sylvia. At least I know she asked me to the party for myself. That meant a lot to me.

I knocked on her door and her mother answered. "Hello Batman, by any chance are you Jamie under there?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. I told Becky I would be in full costume." I took off my mask. "I'm Jamie Rockworth and I work at the hardware store. It's nice to meet you Mrs. Prater."

"It's nice to meet you too Jamie. Becky told me she met you in college. Why did it take so long for me to meet you?"

"We were science partners and it wasn't till recently we found out we worked almost across the street from each other. Becky seems like a wonderful woman."

"She's a great judge of character. I honesty believe she can read peoples' hearts so you must be someone special to her."

I was surprised when Becky walked in dressed like Batgirl. She looked really cool. Mrs. Prater smiled at us and left the room.

"Hi Jamie or should I call you Bruce Wayne or Batman?"

"Whatever you like is fine with me. You knew it was me last week didn't you?"

"Yes, but I needed for you to admit it. You are a wonderful dancer and a very humble person as well."

"So I take it Sylvia knows also?" I asked.

"No, she's my best friend but somewhat of a snob. I want her to eat crow. She owes her life to you and doesn't know it yet."

"Does she know I'm your date for the Halloween party?"

"No, I just told her I was going as Batgirl. She doesn't know who my date is. She can call you Bruce till we tell her. By the way the lifts in your boots threw me off at first but when you held me I just felt it was you. Mom thinks it some kind of premonition."

Dave honked the horn and I put my mask back on. We said goodbye to Becky's mother and got in Dave's car. Thank God he had a full size car with me wearing this outfit.

"Oh my God, you two look adorable together. Batman and Batgirl, I love it," replied Sylvia. She didn't give a thought as to who I was.

Sylvia was dressed as an Indian and Dave as a cowboy. Becky told them I went by Bruce or Batman.

We got to the Civic Hall and Dave dropped us off at the door as he went to park the car; we went inside. It was then when Sylvia stood next to me that she thought about the Batman that came to her rescue the week before.

She looked at me and said, "Are you him?" She didn't need to say more when she had tears in her eyes. She hugged me and said "Thank you for saving me. I'll never forget you. Becky, how did you find him?"

"I thought I knew who it might be and it's not Bruce Wayne. Jamie, take your mask off for a minute, please," asked Becky.

"It's the hick from science class. I think you know him."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I was stupid to have called you names. Please forgive me."

"No problem, I was glad I could help. If you have any problem in court, just let me know. I'll back up your story. I'm also glad we could be friends because I really care for Becky."

Becky leaned over and gave me a kiss. Not a peck on the lips but an honest to goodness passionate kiss.

I was love struck.

We began dating and life couldn't be more satisfying. Becky told me she found the man she was looking for. She just didn't know it would be Batman.

Hope you enjoyed this short story

Comments are welcome and appreciated

DG Hear 



Halloween and Me



A trip down memory lane for me, that's all -- nothin' more, nothin' less. Enjoy another peek into what makes me -- me. ~ Red

*

I lost the thrill of Halloween at an early age. I think I was seven years old when it became a nightmare of a holiday for me. I remember where I was at when it was no longer fun, but scary. My two older sisters and I had been going from house to house in our small country neighborhood, collecting candy and saying the customary "trick-or-treat" greeting to those folks who had their porch lights on. 

It was a cool night, but thankfully not too cool. We didn't have to cover our costumes up with coats or sweaters, something our mom was glad about. After all, she had forked over some hard earned money for those plastic masks and poorly crafted princess outfits. 

Mom and Dad were waiting for us at the top of the hill. They had driven us around town, dropping us girls off at one corner and then driving down to the far end of the street to wait on us. It was late and the two hours of trick-or-treating time was drawing to a close. 

There was just one more house to go to, and so the three of us trekked up the stairs, knocked on the door and waited. The porch light was on, casting a glow around us as well as the sparse Halloween decorations that had been placed haphazardly across the worn structure. No one came to the door, so my eldest sister knocked again. 

We glanced around, and saw the owner of the house sitting in the chair near the window. He must not have heard us -- that's what we thought, so we knocked again. Our excitement grew as the man rose from the chair. We knew then that he was coming. I heard my sister remind me to say thank-you when he had given us our candy and I recall rolling my eyes at her. After all she'd reminded me throughout the entire evening. 

There were two doors to the man's house. One was wooden, the other a screen door. We opened the screen door -- hoping to save him the hassle -- I assume that's why we did it. The other door was both wood and glass. He came up to it and stood there. 

He wore a Halloween mask -- and he did nothing. He just looked down at us and stared. 

I know that doesn't sound scary to many of you, but I was seven. This mask was very frightening. It was one of those thick rubbery masks, that you seen in the stores. Warts, straggly hair, frightening lips and teeth. A witch? A monster? An old wizard? --- I don't know. 

I can't even say it was the mask that scared me. It was the presence that seemed to thicken in the air around us. Evil. I don't have another explanation for it. We three girls were rooted to the porch as this man stood there and looked down at us. I don't know how much time passed, before one of us moved. 

We spun on our heels and ran away. 

Our parents were waiting for us, all of us girls were scared and crying. This man had done nothing to us, not physically, but mentally I was scarred. I don't know if he would have done anything. I was a child, yet I felt fleeing was the only thing that was going to keep me safe. 

We told my parents about how the man just stood there and stared at us, wearing this ugly mask. We went home, and later my father told me that he went back to the man's house to talk to him, but the man refused to get up from his chair and come to the door. 

A harmless prank to some, but for me it marked the beginning of a holiday I came to dread until I had my own kids. Then I celebrated the holiday because they wanted to - yuck. 

I recall the earliest costumes that my daughters' wore. My husband and I had no money for store bought masks and fancy wings for fairies, or crowns for queens. But between he and I we did make Halloween enjoyable for them. I never took them out as infants, after all if you can't eat the candy -- why are you getting it? So the first time the girls went trick-or-treating they were three. 

The eldest daughter was a fisherman (girl) -- She wore a flannel shirt, jeans, and a fishing hat that belonged to her dad. I found an vest from a giant teddy bear that she owned, and we filled it with flies for fly-fishing, and lures that dangled and clinked when she walked. She carried a fly-fishing pole, which we attached a cardboard cutout fish from. Her sister was a princess. We put some of my necklaces on her, dolled her up in make-up, let her wear one of her Sunday dresses and fashioned a specter out of a dowel rod and a shiny Christmas ornament. They had no clue that mom and dad had no money. 

As the kids got older times still were tough, but we could afford a few things. Accessories like sparkling eye shadow, or white face paint seemed to be the big thing for a while. One year I was able to put enough money together to dress up the eldest as a witch. She wore a long black wig, we covered her face in white face paint, and used red lipstick to draw blood coming from her lips. Dark eyeshadow made her eyes look sunk in and she sucked on a blue sucker to make her teeth look nasty --- it worked. She looked rough!

The other daughter also wanted to be a witch, but she didn't want the blood running down her mouth, or the blue teeth. So I had my evil witch and my not so evil witch, along with their brother --- a Red Power Ranger. His suit was the first store bought suit I'd ever purchased, and after opening it, I saw why so many folks hate to cover them up with coats. Those things are expensive and you get next to NOTHING for them! 

Yet, he was a happy little boy. He had the hot plastic mask that when you breath, you get all hot and wet from breath condensation. My son walked around doing Ninja moves and pressing his hand like he had some secret weapon of mass destruction hidden from all eyes but his. I have a photo of them all dressed up. Two witches on either side of a little red hero -- it's a favorite of mine. 

The years continued to slip by -- costumes became more form-fitting on my girls. One told me she was going to be a flasher one year, but she'd wear clothes underneath her trench-coat -- I told her no. Then my daughters tried to trick-or-treat without dressing up -- and that was a no go from me as well. My feelings are if you're going to go door-to-door begging for candy after a certain age, you better give folks a reason to say yes -- and no throwing a sheet over your head doesn't count (one of the kids tried that). 

It's now 2012 -- I have two eighteen year old girls and a thirteen year old son. They won't be trick-or-treating this year. One will be away spending the evening with her college buddies, the other (if she isn't working) will most likely either hang out with friends, or give out candy. My son will play the newest video game that causes me to cringe because of the zombie like sounds that will come from the speakers. 

What will I be doing -- this hater of all things Halloween? I'll be out on the porch, with the light on, a big punch bowl full of candy in my lap looking out for little kids dressed up like Indians, miniature Harry Potters, and blood thirsty Draculas. I'll smile when they say trick-or-treat, urge those that don't to try, chuckle when they speak so low you can't hear them and roll my eyes when the teenagers, who think tossing on black lipstick makes them "dressed in costume", ask me for candy -- and yeah, they'll get some too and damn it, I'll enjoy myself - again!

Happy Halloween Memories. 

~ Red 



Halloween & Pirates



A little about Bluedenim first. That isn't her real name but it is the one she uses when she plays on the fantasy site where she first discovered just how much of a sub she was. She is a redhead, athletic build from the waist downwards, skinny arms and a 36" chest. Did I mention her hair? It's copper-colored and hangs about half-way down her back in long ringlets. Unless she either doesn't put enough conditioner on or doesn't dry it fast enough, in which case she looks like the star of "The Hair Bear Bunch" She is a 22-year old College student, but this all started 3 years ago.... Or was it a little longer than that?

There will be more biography as the stories come out, but that's sufficient for now. 

Bluedenim discovered a fantasy site where people could have cybersex in 3d graphics via an avatar they could create. After a few weeks Bluedenim also discovered the site had a forum where members discussed their sexual fantasies and more. Eventually the forum gained a story telling side where the members would post vignettes of their fantasies and then they started role-playing with each other. Bluedenim had always been fascinated by spanking and if this story is well received, we may hear more of her spanking exploits, she has had plenty now!

This is one of the stories that Bluedenim played out with a wonderful man, a friend who was cruelly snatched by cancer not long after this story was written.

The setting is a bar. It exists in a virtual reality and it is a bar where all the friends from the fantasy site hang out. It is in a very old building, at one end of the building where there used to be offices. The rest of the old building used to be a cold storage warehouse from before electricity, where huge blocks of ice were towed down from Canada up the river and into The Ice House. The Ice House had thick walls, both supporting walls and the internal walls too to keep the cold in and the heat out. The huge doors at the opposite end of the warehouse to the office block opened to allow "refrigerator cars" from the railroad to be shunted strait in & out as well as flat beds carrying the ice in from the nearby river.

After the advent of electrical refrigeration, the Warehouse fell into disuse and in 1910 the offices were converted into a dance hall with a bar owned by one Stanley Grill. 

Stanley met his future wife Doris Bar in New York, where she was a famous dancer. They fell madly in love with each other and were soon married. Doris retired from the stage, but still danced at the lavish parties they threw at their hotel. Luck was not on their side it seemed when in 1910 the hotel burned down due to carelessness with a cigarette end, however Stanley, not only wealthy but resourceful, bought what used to be The Ice House and it's office block and converted the office block into a dance hall & bar.

The bar and dance hall and became the favourite venue for the pre-war hoi-polloi. The bar started serving food cooked on a fire-pit outside and became a famous Bar & Grill, in 1911, it's neon sign bright & proud lighting up the sky became a tourist attraction in it's own right

"BAR & GRILL" The Place to Meet & Eat.

In 1911, Doris & Stan sailed to London to meet Doris' English family, returning on the RMV Titanic's maiden voyage. That was the last time any of their friends & customers saw them alive.

In spite of the policy of women & children first, Doris chose to stay on board the sinking ship with Stanley and gave her seat up to a teenage boy. The great grandson of this boy tends the bar today, he is known as Old Joe.

Stanley & Doris had no heirs. Stanley was an only child whose parents were long dead and had no living relatives at all. Doris' English family wanted nothing to do with the bar and it was sold for a pittance.

The bar never regained it's social status, but stayed open under several guises. During prohibition, the warehouse became used for secure storage, the smaller thick-walled rooms gained thick heavy doors for added security and they became popular with the local racketeers & mobsters for storing larger possessions that wouldn't fit in the bank's safety deposit boxes as well as illicit alcohol. The dance hall remained open, but the bar was made into a speak-easy and pool-hall whilst beer & spirits were doing a roaring trade in a secret section of the warehouse which was only accessible from the old office block by a now hidden passage from the pool-room.

Stanley & Doris, it seemed however, were not prepared to let their Bar & Grill go. There were incidents passed down by word of mouth of objects moving on their own, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing from nowhere, of dance music from the early 1900's being played after closing time when the bar was completely empty and these incidents were always accompanied by the strong smell of jasmine, Doris' favourite flower & perfume. On Halloween sometimes, people would report tales of mists filling the room and voices talking to them.

This particular Halloween was a special one. It was 100 years since the deaths of Stanley & Doris.

There was a fancy dress party at the Bar & Grill and it seems that Stanley & Doris were up for some mischief of their own. Let's join James and Bluedenim as they head separately towards the party.

James was feeling refreshed after a shower. He headed out of the guest dungeon in the Ice House through the Great Hall and up the long hallway to the AB&G, it had been a long day and he needed a beer before deciding what he should wear for the party tonight. As he walked up the long hallway he felt a cold icy breath in his ear. "Did you forget? It's Halloween". He spun around, yet no one is there. That strange smell of jasmine fills the air again. Shaking his head he thinks "It's just been a long day and I need a beer and dinner." As he stepped through the hidden doorway into the pool room, he could feel another cold breeze come over him. He looked down and discovered that he was now dressed as Dr. Frank N. Furter. "WTF?" "Ohhh nooooo! Stan, Doris, you've got to be kidding me?" 

Now tottering in high heels, James stumbles to the bar where Old Joe can't conceal his amusement. "Not what I would have had you down for James." He chuckles. "Just slide me a beer, Joe." James grumbles" If this is what they're up to I bet there'll be some good outfits tonight!"

Bluedenim finished early from college, threw her valise into the trunk & headed down to the AB&G

Sneaking through to The Ice House, she hoped she might catch James in the guest dungeon, but she musta just missed him, there were still wet footprints leading from the bathroom. Blue thought for a minute he'd changed his cologne, then she remembered.... jasmine... "Hi Doris" she called as she stripped off & dived in the shower, "You making an appearance this year?"

There was no answer, but as Blue stepped out of her towel, her dress floated off it's hanger & over her head "Hey Doris, you're making me cold!" She said as her nipples sprang out, again there was no answer, but she felt a cold slap on her ass and sure enough there was a red handprint. "Ok, ok thanks for the assistance," chuckled Blue "maybe you'll show yourselves to BrandyBee later?" It may be worth explaining at this point that BrandyBee, a small but fiery redhead, Brandy or BB for short, seemed to organise most of the fun and games on the forum and particularly at the Bar & Grill. Brandy had been planning some kind of special torment for Bear, the object of her lust, to pay him back for a forfeit he had done on her at the last party. Blue felt a kind of a warm smiley feeling as the mist and smell of jasmine cleared and she finished her make-up. "I really must tell Brandy about this," She thought... but after that mojito!"

Dressed as a Zombie nurse, with her red hair hanging in frizzy curls just down over her shoulders and her outfit positively dripping with blood, Bluedenim perches on a bar stool sipping her mojito and watching the bar fill up as the regulars all come to show off their outfits and party. Blue is impressed and thinking out loud to nobody in particular "It's filling up now, some of the costumes are fantastic, I really like Pafe's body paint and Satoire's silver outfit, I wish I had the courage to do that... Who am I kidding, I just wish I'd thought of it! All-For-You looks stunning...."

Blue turns back to the bar and looks at Old Joe who is also dressed as a Zombie, but he swathed in dirty bandages like a grubby Mummy.

"Well Joe, two zombies together and no date for tonight. You're working and I'm single, pass me another mojito!"

As the alcohol began to numb her loneliness, Blue began smiling at the silly songs. She didn't know the time warp, but she did stand up and do the monster mash, but then when they start playing Perfect Day, everyone joined in. Blue remembers the video and feels sad, she never realised Lou Reed was so old.

Then she smells jasmine and sees a cloud of what looks like fairy dust burst over Bear and cover him in rose petals and he is magically lifted away to the pool room and Brandybee, her eyes sparkling looks like the cat that got the cream and Blue's mouth drops open as she thinks to herself...... "How did she swing that? I wish I was so well in with the Grills, what I would like for me and ......."

Then she spies Mooncalf, dressed as a gipsy fortune-teller, coming past Pafe & Satoire. Mooncalf stops to talk with them and then grabs a bar-stool and a drink. At the end of the song, Blue wanders over. "Love the outfit Mooncalf, please will you look in your crystal ball and see what tonight has in store for me?" she smiles wistfully.

"Sure, Bluedenim, I'll see what your future is." Mooncalf giggled and peered into her crystal ball... it begins to fill with a smokey vapor... running her hands around the ball... gently caressing it... fondling it.

"Show me oh great and powerful ball. Show me what Bluedenim's future holds in store for her." She says in a sing-song rhythm.

"I see you Bluedenim, but I cannot tell if these images are for tonight or sometime in the future. I see you being whisked off your feet by a lusty sea captain. He is cradling you in his arms, your arms around his neck. You are both smiling."

"Next, I see you on a great three- masted sailing ship, as she plows her way through the water. There you are with the captain in his quarters... being ravaged by him, taken fully.

Another image, Bluedenim, you are being restrained and taken to the main deck of the ship. The captain has decided to share you with his lusty crew."

Mooncalf gasps... and she jumps back suddenly from her crystal ball. Her eyes wide... her heart racing. She turn to Pafe and Satoire and says, "I'll see you gals later, I'm going with Bluedenim, she's going to have lots of fun."

Bluedenim squeals in delight "Oh Wowzers!" She gives Mooncalf a big kiss and motions Old Joe to slide them a couple more drinks across. "Hey Mooncalf, do you see anyone on stage looking nautical?" I wonder if Doris & Stanley are doing requests tonite and how do you go about asking them?

Up on the stage, the drummer, our man James, finds time to gaze around the room and muse to himself "Pafe and Satoire are drawing a lot of attention tonight with their costumes, well lack of costumes." James thinks to himself. In fact all the women are looking fantastic tonight. Sexi, Karen, Marilyn, Brandy, and the rest of the ladies in the bar.

As their set is winding down, he sees Blue walking across the bar in her ghoulish nurse outfit. She sets her mojito on the bar as she pulls up a stool next to Mooncalf. He hasn't seen her since their last concert here. His mind drifts back to that night in the Ice House for just a moment.

As the song ends James looks back to the end of the bar and sees Mooncalf pull out a crystal ball from under her long purple robes. She looks at Blue, then back at the crystal ball as it begins to fill with smoke. She runs her hand over the crystal ball, touching it here and there, as if shaping the smoke inside into something more tangible.

James heads for the bar to get another drink half stumbling because he's still having trouble walking in those heels. While he's waiting for Old Joe, he feels another icy chill come over him. The smell of jasmine fills his senses and he feels a little odd for a moment.

He shakes his head a little and realizes his costume has been changed again.

"Oh thank goodness!" James picks up his beer as Old Joe gives me a nod of approval. 

James is now dressed in knee-length black leather boots, a frilly shirt which is mostly hidden behind a thick buff waistcoat with trousers to match, round his throat is a small black cravat, over his shoulders a long heavy blue coat with gold epaulettes and around his waist a thick leather belt from which hangs an officers sword.

"Hey Joe, you think Doris & Stanley been watching Pirates of the Caribbean?" he laughs.

Bluedenim is still sat on her barstool with Mooncalf next to her giggling about prophecies and fortune-telling. Blue was about to finish her drink & go back to The Ice House with Covems and the dwarves, but then she smells jasmine and her vision goes blurry, when she rubs her eyes and clears her sight she sees a sea captain standing on the edge of the stage.. her heart skips.." I mean, I'm all for believing fairy stories ," she thinks to herself "but.". Then she sees more clearly and it's James...

Blue swoons and falls off her barstool. When she wakes James has picked her up and is carrying her off in his arms. "Oh Doris, you naughty wonderful ghost" she mumbles and then looking into James' eyes she swoons again.

James sees a young woman in a pirate costume fall off her bar stool, so he goes to help her up. He looks at the beautiful pirate wench in his arms and realizes its Blue. She looks up at him and swoons. James looks upward "Thank you Doris" He whispers.

James gently sets Blue down as she gains her senses. "You look incredible, Blue", still holding her, his arms now wrapped around her waist.

Gazing down to take in her swelling breast, James notices the key to the guest dungeon on a chain around her neck. He touches it were it hangs in her cleavage, "Glad you hung onto this".

Then Blue wakes and... she feels her outfit has changed and oh my, she has become a pirate and what a pirate. Her hair is now much longer, thicker and straight, but ragged and unkempt and topped by a stiff black tricorn hat with a skull and crossbones embroidered in gold filigree high on the front. Around her waist is a cream satin corset with gold trimmings and edgings that falls into a mid-calf dress slit at the side all the way up to her hip revealing her thighs and the tops of her black silk stockings. On her arms she is wearing full-length black silk gloves and in her left hand carries a long heavy cutlass.

Blue tries to grasp what has happened and remembers the second half of the prophecy... a pirate captured by a naval officer. "restrained" Moonie said.. Blue looks up into James' eyes and they look cold & cruel and she swoons yet again.

Just then Stone taps James on the shoulder. She reminds him that they are doing live band karaoke. He kisses Blue "I'll be back for you. Start a tab on me if you want anything". He joins the rest of the band on stage while Stone & Jayc and the rest of the gang perform their song. He laughs as the girls whack at Jayc with their witches brooms.

Blue comes round and realizes that she's still on her bar stool with her head on the bar. Old Joe takes her hand and lifts her chin "You ok there youngster? You were in a world of your own kid, if it weren't for the fact that I've been serving you, I'd have said you were out of it!"

Blue looks a little bewildered, but the she remembers. "Jasmine..jasmine, Joe. Can you smell the jasmine?" Joe chuckles "Looks like Stanley & Doris are feeling playful tonite, Blue." I've never seen them this active before!"

Feeling peculiar, Blue looks down at herself...." I'm still a pirate, so that bit was real....... Nice outfit, but no panties? I better be careful how I swish this dress around!"

The set finished, James heads back to the bar and Blue. He walks up behind her, gripping her shoulders tight.

Blue starts and turns her head. It's James..and he's still dressed as a Naval Captain.. OMG is it Halloween or Christmas? He leans in and whispers in Blue's ear.."You know what happens to pirates in these parts don't you? We tie them to the mast & flog them!"

Her heart pounds and she feel her nipples harden. "Is it my pirate chest you're after, or my booty, Commodore?" She sneers!

Blue stays in character and try to draw her cutlass, but invisible hands pull hers behind her back and tie them and James has picked her up from her stool and is carrying her off. He leans his head down and picks up the key from between her heaving beasts with his teeth. "This is going to come in really handy now, Pirate Queen!" he laughs through his clenched jaw and enveloped in the mysterious mist that has reappeared along with the overwhelming smell of jasmine, his eyes have again gone hard and cruel.

In a haze they drift through the pool room past Brandybee bent backwards over the pool table pulling Mercer against her as if she means to squeeze the very life out of him, past Bear sat, no tied to, a Roman throne and staring at the couple on the pool table with burning eyes and an undisguised expression of pure wanton lust and frustration on his face.

The secret door behind the pool cues swings open and they are alone in the narrow passage.

Blue feels James' arms, strong and muscular, carrying her as if she weighed nothing, his long strides ringing off the cold stone floor and suddenly we are outside the familiar door.

James lowers Blue gently to the floor, but grasping a handful of her long red hair behind her head, forces her to her knees, her mouth level with the bulging crotch of his naval uniform. He holds her there while he unlocks the door with his other hand and pushes it back, it's hinges groaning in sympathy with Blue as she tries to bite through his breeches.

James' britches were growing tighter with desire as he took in the sight of the Pirate Queen kneeling before him. Her long red hair falling in waves around her shoulders, her breasts heavy on her chest, the curve of her waist accenting her hips. He leaned forward letting his hand brush lightly across her copper locks

The heavy door had swung open and Blue felt butterflies in her tummy. James leant forward releasing her hair and caressing it over her shoulders, but his voice was mean and masterful.

"You will do everything I order you to wench!" Blue nodded obediently and he wrapped her hair round his hand again and pulling her to her feet, propelled her through and into the dungeon, slamming the heavy door shut behind them. Then the mist came again and the dungeon looked like the commodore's cabin on an 18th century man of war.

"These are my quarters Pirate Queen, I am Master & Commander here, do you understand?"

Blue the pirate glared at him defiantly her teeth clenched behind her tight lips and with his muscular seaman's arms and huge hands he slaps her ass making it sting, she says nothing and he spanks her again 3 more times making her eyes water and Blue bites her lip to stop herself from crying out. She sees him lift his hand again and drops her gaze. "Yes Commodore"

"Aye then, now get on your knees!"

Blue the pirate kneels in front of him her hands still bound behind her back in classic submissive pose and he takes out a knife. She thinks for a moment he will release her, but instead he cuts all her clothes and tears them off leaving her kneeling naked on the deck, her hair now hanging in front of her face covering her breasts and reaching the floor over her knees. He stands in front of her and through her copper curtain she finds her eyes level with his groin and his huge erection pushing towards her commandingly.




Halloween & Pirates



"Is this the mast I am to climb Commodore?" Blue sneers and in answer James plunges both hands into her hair wrapping it around each and pulling her tight against him, her lips squashed against the rough uniform but feeling the throbbing cock trying to burst out and into her mouth "You, pirate wench, will do exactly as I tell you to! You will get to feast on my meat once you have been subdued by the methods we have for dealing with pirate scum!"

So saying, he reached behind Blue and cut her hands free. Immediately she started rubbing her wrists, but he wrapped fresh cord around them, tying them in parallel, in front of her, then looping a rope around the cord he hoisted her to her feet. "Now Pirate Queen, we shall see what you are made of, I think it's time the crew saw our prize and the ceilings in here are too low to hang you from!"

As he speaks he is leading, no, dragging Blue through a double door and up a short staircase onto the deck of his ship. He drags her up to a mast and throws the end of the rope over an iron hoop about 9 feet up then pulls it hoisting her with her arms hurting in their sockets her breasts thrusting out and her back against the rough wood. He calls out.

"Mr. Mate! Secure her feet!"

Blue noticed there were maybe a dozen uniformed men around staring lecherously at her and then the Mate ties rope around each ankle, and pulls them backwards around the mast forcing her tight against it, her ass forcing her hips forward and her pussy, with all it's ginger curls is pushed out as if in invitation.

"Feast your eyes lads!" The Commodore laughs "This is a rare treasure and we're going to display her like a royal jewel!"

As she struggled and screamed, fighting to be released from her bindings, her long red hair draped over her shoulders to hide her bobbing breasts.

Using the back of his hand to pet her face and brush her hair back. The Commodore raised the flogger up for her to see. It had particularly long, wide falls and as he shook it, the falls tickled Blues nipples, "Damn him!" she thought as they stood out proudly, "like a Pirate Queen should" so she tossed her hair backwards and glared defiantly at him.

"First your big pirate tits, your thighs and maybe your treasure too," he laughed "so the boys can see that even Pirate Queens cry."

The Pirate Queen spat in his face so he stepped back and lashed the flogger viciously across the top of her thigh leaving angry red weals.

The Pirate Queen's cheeks are burning with embarrassment and anger as The Commodore shows her off to his leering crew. 

"Now then wench" The Commodore grabs her face with his big hand, squeezing her cheeks, pushing her lips together and kissing her harshly and stares deep into her eyes. The Pirate Queen stares right back at him, silently taunting him.

He steps back and lashes her again, this time across her full breasts then he steps in again pinching her right nipple, pulling it & twisting.. The Pirate Queen turns her head away and closes her eyes so he can't see them watering, cursing to herself " I can't speak, I daren't try." She bites her lip hard and is glad of the distraction from the public humiliation of the now captive Pirate Queen.

"When I am done with you here, I will take your treasure as well, Pirate!" he hisses and reaches between Blue's spread legs, roughly grabbing her ginger curls and tugging them while his middle finger parts her wet pussy lips as she writhes helplessly.

"See boys, she has pearls in her treasure!" he laughs loudly holding his finger up for them to see her moistness dripping from it.

He allows a drip from his finger to land on his tongue. "I've always wanted to enjoy a Pirate Queen's treasure, Redbush, and yours is worth the waiting"

REDBUSH.

The Pirate Queen's eyes fly open and she stares at him in utter dismay.

"The name of the Pirate Queen... my secrets are all known to him!" and suddenly the young defiant redheaded Pirate Queen feels alone and helpless."

The Commodore steps back and whips Redbush again across her left thigh this time, then the right one, then the left one again. He methodically works his way up and down with ten to each and occasionally the tips whip into Redbush's pussy , causing her to cry out & flinch. Each jerk of her body in response to the cruel flogging rubs her bare fair skin on the rough wood of the mast and she feels trapped and assaulted from all sides.

Then he starts on the pirate chest, leaving angry red weals and Redbush writhes more, causing her tits to bounce and the flogger sometimes lashing painfully as she unintentionally exposes the tender underneath. The young girl's nipples are feeling raw but they just become harder and jut out further like the cannons on The Commodores Ship and they catch even more of the lashes.

The Pirate Queen is biting her lip so hard she can taste blood and her eyes are ready to stream when he stops.

"Had enough yet Redbush? I don't hear you squealing or begging for mercy"

Redbush cannot speak, but throws her hair this way and that as she shakes her head defiantly.

The Commodore grabs her pussy again, this time forcing 2 fingers into her creamy wet slit and involuntarily she pushes her hips out towards him before she can stop herself. The young Pirate Queen's mind is awash with the shame, the pain and the ecstatic sexual tension. The thought springs unbidden into her mind..."I am close now, will he realize he could push me over so easily?

Oh yes he does!

Gloating, the Commodore lays down the flogger."Oh no wench, not yet. You will break. I won't let you slip away to your little subworld where you can float away. You will show to all the crew your weakness and your wantonness. Mr. Mate, let her down and untie her feet, I think she should meet the gunner's mate!"

Grabbing Redbush and roughly pushing to her knees. The quartermaster & first mate held her arms and shoulders. The Commodore unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his swollen aching cock out. "Open your mouth Redbush, you're going to suck my cock in front of the crew. "Never!" Spat Redbush. Picking up the flogger again, The Commodore brought it down on her back with a stinging slap causing her to wince in pain. He grabbed her by the hair yanking her head up and back. Looking harshly into her eyes, he hissed.. "Open that sweet little mouth!"

Hungrily she began to bounce her head up and down upon the shaft, her tongue swirling about the head before plunging back down. The proof of his enjoyment was evident when he grabbed her head in his hands and began to pump his hips in time with her, fucking her face in deep strokes.

Pulling out, leaving her gasping for air, the Commodore turned to the Quarter Master. "Take her to my cabin and tie her to the bed. Make her comfortable because she'll be there for a while". Straightening his clothing The Commodore followed them towards my cabin.

Carried on the shoulders of two swarthy sailors into the Commodore's cabin, one is holding her ankles on his shoulders leering directly at her pussy, she can feel his hot breath on her thighs, the other holding each of her wrists firmly over his shoulders so that her body is suspended between them and writhe as she may, their grip is too strong for her to break.

Mr. Mate holds her arms tightly while the other securely ties her ankles to the bottom corners of the Commodore's bed, then they take a wrist each and bind The Pirate Queen in a spread-eagle, but not before the Commodore has pushed a bolster under her ass, lifting her hips in an obscene thrust off the bed and totally exposing the sticky wet ginger thatched pussy.

The Commodore dismisses the sailors and locks the cabin door behind them. In this position Redbush cannot see him yet as he struts towards the bed and she closes her eyes in dread anticipation of what his next actions will be.

She feels his fingers on her pussy lips caressing them, then with his index finger and ring finger he parts them and his thick middle finger pushes deep into her wet slit making her groan and causing her to get even wetter. Her mind swirling, Redbush or is it Blue can only imagine her fate. "I am completely at his mercy, yet will he have any?" The anticipation is causing her pussy lips to swell and open and her imagination runs wild with possibilities. 

He takes his hand away and she hears him sniff deeply as he raises his fingers to his face.

Then it starts and emotionally as tight as a harp-string she trembles uncontrollably as he runs his big coarse hands over her neck to her bruised breasts, his fingers flicking her hard sore nipples as they pass and making her moan loudly. Then as she lies there, her eyes closed, breathing hard and trying to take herself away in her mind, he pulls and twists her bruised tender nipples and she screams and she shakes and opens her eyes to glare and scream defiant obscenities at him, but he bends down and kisses her pussy and her clitoris throbs like a freshly cut thumb.

Eyes wide open now, she sees him walk over to his desk and pick up the candle that is shining brightly in its silver candlestick, she sees him walk back towards her and she watches like a rabbit caught in headlights as he tilts it and drips the hot wax first onto her sore welted breasts, making her bite her poor bleeding lip to not cry out and she pulls hard on the ropes binding her so firmly to the posts at each corner of his bed. Then he trails the drips down across her stomach, across her belly, towards my groin, towards her "AAAAAAAARghhhhhhhhhh!"

He drips hot wax directly onto her copper thatch and with his other hand he spreads her greasy cunt-lips and laughing, he drips directly onto her throbbing clit.

"Scream away, Redbush!" he laughed "Can't have the crew thinking you're enjoying yourself now can we?"

She sucked her bottom lip deep into her mouth. A deep moan from her throat as he set down the candle down on the side table. Blue's mind was bursting with sensations "After he's made me scream, more in shock than pain, oh the throbbing, oh delicious sensation, if only he would kiss it now I'd drench him with my cum. But it is not to be, I am to suffer more and my orgasm will be denied further."

"Time to turn you over" 

He unties her feet, securing one before untying the other and sitting on her hips, pushing her into his soft feather mattress, leaving her wrists as they are, so that her arms are crossed and her face is buried in his goose down pillows.

He twists the Pirate Queens long fiery tresses around his hand and pulls her head up hard and slaps her face with his other hand "Tonight I will have you begging me to stop Redbush!" He ties another cord into her hair, wrapping it around securely and fastening it to the bedpost by her right hand so that her head is pulled up and she has to face him. Blue's neck hurts, but she has a feeling she will soon feel stronger pain than this. She sees him pick up his flogger from the bedside table and she curses him with a crude obscenity "Never!" She glares at him, my eyes burning, yes burning... with defiance? with desire? with pain & dread? Oh yes. All of these and more besides.

He steps back and draws his arm back above his shoulder then brings the flogger down full length across the young girl's, the Pirate Queen's, ass. She feels the blow ripple her cheeks before she feels the burn and biting her poor bleeding lip she glares defiantly. She rides the sensation, but unconsciously lifts her hips in response. She hears him chuckle and he bends down to her face, kissing her eyebrow and trailing his tongue back to her ear, nibbling it and whispers "Who owns you tonight, Redbush?"

Part of her, the real little girl part of me longs to say "Master & Commander, you do. I will serve you obediently, only accept me and use me for your pleasure." but the Pirate Queen is made of stronger stuff.

"Own me, you pathetic salty dog? You'll never own even a glass bead from my treasure chest! Do your worst, you'll as soon break your ship's mast than break me!" She hears herself shout at him and in response he shakes his head, steps back and lashes the flogger again across her ass and again she involuntarily lifts it up as if begging for more... begging for something, that's for sure! He lashes her again and again, she feels a dozen land on her butt and the pain and heat builds with every one, then he moves up her back to her shoulder blades and then back down again, down her thighs to her knees, then back up to her ass, which now feels like a piece of tenderised steak.. "rump steak," She thinks to herself and smiles bitterly as she feels herself begin to float.

Drifting away, Blue loses all sense of the present, the scent of jasmine and the mist swirling around and her mind swimming in the endorphins pouring from her burning ass.

She feels.. or does she sense... fingers trailing across the welts on her butt cheeks. She hears a clanking sound, a thud of something dropping to the floor, She is on the edge of a plateau almost out of her body, not quite comatose but floating in a surreal world where some senses are sharpened to the point of ecstasy and others numbed to dullness. She hears a voice, a female voice.... where did this appear from... "little blu.." it whispers and although she's never heard her before the realization dawns on her that it is Doris. "Enough of your lust for pain collecting, little blu.. time to satisfy your Commander's lust now... dear little blu.. let him ravish the Pirate Queen and I'll let you both go back to The Ice House... I want to see how you can serve him, maybe give me some ideas for old Stanley, you will certainly give him some pleasure, he's been watching you too.."

The voice fades and Redbush feels the big hands of the Commander holding her wrists up and there is a flash of steel. She still doesn't see but she senses.. her cords are cut and she feels herself dragged to the edge of the bed, her hips roughly pulled up so that her head is forced down into the feather mattress.. Blue moans and she's not sure why, she is on a plane away from this scenario and yet so fully a part of it.

Her back, her thighs, her poor breasts and her raw ass, all throbbing......... and the throbbing is concentrated in her pussy. Her pussy... longing to be satisfied, pulses like an electro-magnet..... attracting the iron-hard throbbing cock of the Commander as he pulls her onto his engorged manhood and she feels him at her entrance and hears him grunt as he pushes far up towards her heart, his balls slapping on her wet lips, teasing her clit-bar and she wants him so badly.

Blue or is it now Redbush feels the cold mist again and she hears words forming themselves in her head.... words she wouldn't speak, but she almost shouts them....

"Ahhhhh fuck me you bastard, fuck me until your knob drops off, I want to drain you until you shrivel up and wither!"

Redbush clenches her vagina around him as he thrusts in and out, his grunting becoming more animal and she feel his balls stop slapping as they tighten ready for his climax and then as she feels herself start to squirt, riding the high tide of orgasm, she feels him spurt too, warm, right up inside her womb and he collapses onto her back squashing her into the mattress. The Pirate Queen turns her head around and kisses him full on the lips, then traces with her tongue tenderly along the bridge of his nose, across his eyebrows and down to his earlobe, where she pauses to nibble and suck. He lies pacified for a few minutes, then responds by tracing with his fingernails along the now purple raised welts on her ass then dragging them cruelly down to the matching weals on her thighs, causing her to hiss.....

"Well. Commander, broken your pirate captive have you?"

She reaches down to his now flaccid member and then holding it up, crawls down to take it into her mouth and she licks and sucks the creaminess of their combined cum from it, making obscene slurping noises on purpose and she pulls him, bringing his hips backwards so that she can rest her sopping wet pussy on his still labored breathing mouth.

"Redbush" he splutters, putting his arms under her hips and lifting her off, "Redbush, is it you or is it blu?"

The mists clear and yet the scent is still overwhelming, but they are back in the dungeon in The Ice House. The Commander's clothes like those of the Pirate Queen are no more and they see their own outfits puddled on the floor where they had flung them.

Bluedenim pulls her head off his now hardening cock with a loud plop and turns to face him.

"I think blu is back now, James, but I still have to fulfil my promise to you and Doris"

So saying, Blue clambers off the bed, leaking cum as she goes and she kneels on the cold stone floor at the side of the mattress in her submissive pose, ankles together, her knees spread apart, her sore bruised breasts pushed forwards, her hands folded behind her back. Blue shakes her head and tosses her long copper curls down the middle of young shoulders. She stares straight into his eyes and opens her mouth in open invitation, licking her soft ruby-red lips.

He swings his legs over the side, his now fully erect cock slapping his belly as it bounces and he stands before her, resting his penis-tip on her bottom lip.

"You have been well trained little blu..., so now show me how well!"

Her eyes like saucers, the brown pupils so deep he could swim in them, Blue gazes up at him in submission and obedience as she starts to lick the swollen end of his beautiful penis. Only her head and her mouth must move, her hands stay folded behind her back as she licks around and around his tip, now poking into the hole, now licking under with the full length of her tongue so that the rougher part at the back of her mouth is rubbing his most sensitive spot and watching and waiting for his reaction.

He closes his eyes and moans, but it is a test of wills and his hands stay by his side shaking as he tries to control his desire, but he knows as well as she, that he can't last long.

Blue closes her lips firmly and sucks hard, pulling him right into her mouth as she slides her head down his length towards his groin. Taking a deep breath through her nose and forcing her head hard against his belly, squashing her nose in his tight curly hairs as his cock goes into her throat and she sucks again. She forces her mouth to open so that she can poke her tongue out and lick his tight, sweaty ball sack, savoring the saltiness. "God, how I love this! " 

"blu, blu......" he moans as she closes her mouth again still sucking hard and pulls her head backwards, gently scraping her teeth all the way up his stem to the swollen tip, then stopping, holding the plum-like end just inside her lips and licking all around and around with her tongue

"Blu.. Blu!.." his eyes are closed in desperation and ecstasy as she pulls off him with a loud "PLOP!"

As she moves her head forwards licking down his shaft towards his balls, she can no longer see his contorted face, but she can feel him shaking and she wonders if he can keep himself from..............

She licks all around his scrotum cleaning the salty sweat and flicking his balls with her tongue, twisting her head so that she can get behind them poking at his perineum and almost to his tight puckered asshole, hiding as it is between his tightly clenched cheeks. With her tongue she traces back to his balls and gently sucks them into her cheeks, first one, then the other, then one each side, her nose rubbing the underneath of his gorgeous penis, the end of it is tangled in her copper tresses, "I hope it's tickling..." is a fleeting thought as she pulls back stretching his balls away from him and they plop out with an obscene slurping noise as she goes back to the tip of him and looks back up at his lovely face. Blue takes him into her mouth again, just the tip, and sucks hard making it swell up as she pokes her tongue into the hole which will soon carry his cum to her.




Halloween & Pirates



She bites softly and at last it happens and she has won, he grabs her head with both hands, pulling her hard onto him, forcing himself deep into her throat, then, twisting her hair around his hands, he pulls her back and then fucks her mouth hard, totally lost in his urgent lust.

Blue catches her breath on each backstroke, trying not to gag, and she brings her arms around and tightly grips each butt cheek, pulling them apart, pulling him into her... she can feel him swelling with the urgency and she can feel her pussy getting wetter and she wishes something could touch it as she is so excited she feels as if she could burst too... 

He groans loudly and she feel his balls contract and she feels it coming up the huge tube in the bottom of his beautiful big cock and 

"Aaaaaaaaaagggghhhh!" he explodes into her mouth and she wraps her arms around his ass keeping him buried in her throat and sucking, swallowing his thick warm cum until his last pulsing twitch, then she catches it on her tongue and stands up only to lay him down on the mattress as his legs buckle. She kisses him hard on the lips, forcing them apart and snowballing the last of his cum onto his tongue and as she does she rubs her pussy along his still hard cock and almost cries as she feels her orgasm washing down through her and she collapses on her poor worn out James cuddling him and as they drift into a gorgeous drowsy post-coital stupor they smell the strong scent of jasmine and they hear a ghostly voice "Thank-you blu and James I'm off to give old Stanley the best sex of his entire ghostly life.....

It is an eternity later, but in reality it is still Halloween and the party is in full swing. Blue comes back in via the pool room and she really would like to be rubbing her ass, but her hands are full with two big biscuit tins and a large bottle of Barcardi. She plonks them on the end of the bar as Joe wanders up.

"Hey young 'un, he drawls, where you been, haven't seen you and the Country boys are missing their lead vocalist"

"Joe, if I told you about Pirates, Navy Captains and sailing ships you wouldn't believe me and if I showed you the proof, you'd have a heart attack!" The young redhead giggles... "Let's just say the scent of Jasmine was the strongest we've ever known it."

"Anyways, how are the 2 new young bucks doing on the bull? And what have the dwarves been up to, the place looks like Santa's grotto!"

Old Joe chuckles and his belly wobbles "You about got it there lil blu, I think Covems got them busy"

"Well if he's still about, I owe him a drink, but in the meantime I want you to see this note from Lovecoddler!" 

Blue, come to the bar with your cookies, I want to taste them. If you also have Bacardi, Brandy and I would be very happy .

This time, and only this time, I pay all drinks... 

"So Joe, line 'em up and take a picture, this is a first and it may be the last!" Blue Denim chortles and take the lids off the biscuit tins, one is full of 3" cookies, some with chocolate chips in, some with M & M's the other has some of her "special" brownies.... But that's another story and will only be written if enough people like this one.

Xxxxxxxxx

Blue Denim



Halloween at Blair Bluffs



Halloween has always been a festive time for the residents of Blair Bluff Estates. It was one of the few times that the entire addition participated in the events. Kids could go door to door trick or treating, and the adults gathered at someone's house for a large block party. A few years back, the high school and college students started having a party of their own. Usually it involved some form of cloak and dagger type adventures to add to the fun. This year, Brenda, a senior in college, set the theme: Vampires vs. Vampire Hunters. This meant that either you went costumed as a vampire, or you wore your own costume and were a hunter. The residents thought it was a great theme, rules were set, and sides were divided.

Sonya had decided on a costume way back over the summer, so in keeping with the theme, had chosen to be a hunter. She was a junior at the same college as Brenda, but kept her distance. Brenda was a cheerleader, and a sorority member. She demanded attention and usually got it. Brenda was large and athletic, standing five foot eight and weighing around 140 pounds, with dark brown hair and eyes to match. She was an attractive woman with a dominating personality. Sonya was almost her opposite, standing at only five foot, four inches and lucky to weigh 110 pounds. But what made Sonya steer clear of Brenda was her other features. Sonya had light blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, a trait that most of the men on campus craved. She was also well proportioned, drawing glances from most guys, no matter what she wore. Brenda, though well built, was lacking in the sensuality that practically oozed from Sonya.

Up to the Halloween weekend, Brenda had bumped into Sonya a couple times and made a few snide comments, which were ignored. Sonya was not involved in real sports, she worked out infrequently, and had nothing to do with sororities. Unknown to Sonya was her popularity on campus, based entirely on her looks. Brenda despised it and tried to spread rumors that Sonya was gay. This backfired when the lesbian population warmed up to Sonya and many men set about trying to convert her to the straight and narrow, or at least get her back into "bi" status.

Sonya had decided before coming home for Halloween that she was going to drop a jealousy bomb on Brenda by way of her costume. She had found it accidentally on clearance at a novelty store. It was a superhero costume made of vinyl that fit her like a second skin, zipping up the back from tailbone to neck. It was lavender and white, and came complete with a lavender cape and spandex gloves. The costume also had a tacky mask, so she replaced it with a silver headband. Sonya purchased a pair of white knee high heeled boots to complete the outfit. If anyone asked, she would have mental powers as her superhero abilities. Sonya figured that no matter what Brenda would wear as a vampire, the comments concerning costumes were going to have Sonya's name in it to make her mad. She figured it would be worth the trouble of squeezing into the costume.

***

It was now around 9:30 and the hunt has gone pretty well. Sonya, and a few high school friends had managed to slay a dozen vampires using super-soakers loaded with "holy water." The people removed from the fight went over to Max's house to partake in the "deadman's" party. Max always has his parent's house set up for the major party following the events of the evening. 

Sonya and company were making their way over to the Danner estate, which they learned was the hideout for the vampires. The Danner place was huge, with a patio large enough to be a dance floor and a pool in back. The pool even had a pool house that was used as a changing room, or a guest room for summer time visitors. The last victims they "tortured" before sending them into the next world confessed that there were still around a hundred or so vampires partying at the Danner estate. Sonya looked back at her team. She had a cop, a gypsy dancer, and a cyborg warrior as her backup. Tony, the cop suggested that they split up and try to take down some of the vampires that might be distanced from the rest of the group. He referred to it as midnight sniping. Jenna, the dancer wasn't following his idea very well, so Sonya suggested that Jenna and herself would sneak around back and possibly make a distraction. Tony agreed and the two teams split up.

Making their way to the back gate wasn't hard and the girls hadn't encountered any of the bad guys yet. Both girls looked the area over. They could see a few of the vampires out dancing to a loud techno song, but most of the view was obstructed by the pool house.

"Let's go in up to the edge of the pool house, spray the dancers and run out to where Tony and Jim were going to hide." Sonya suggested.

"I really don't want to go in there." Jenna said. "Every girl they have captured was sent to Max's with a hickey on her neck."

"I know, a supposed vampire bite." Sonya wasn't thrilled about that either. "How about you go in and spray them down and I'll guard the gate door?" asked Jenna.

"Yeah, that will do," Sonya agreed after a moment's thought.

Sonya pulled open the gate door and slipped in. She snuck up to the corner of the pool house and peered around the corner. There were around twenty or so vampires out dancing, and a few sitting at one of the patio tables. Sonya stepped back, primed the super-soaker, and then stepped around the corner and began to spray everyone she could. After a few seconds she started to hear various, "What the…?" and "Where is that coming from?" It was soon followed with motion from the dry people along with shouts of, "There she is!" and "Get her!"

Sonya turned and ran for the back gate as about ten vampires took up pursuit. As she closed ground on the door, Sonya yelled for Jenna to open the door. It didn't happen as she reached the door, so Sonya figured on shoving it open. When she tried, the door would not move. She tried again and still it wouldn't move. At that time she heard a feminine muffled cry of protest followed by stifled laughter from more than a couple people. Sonya tried one last time and the door budged an inch. She heard a male voice whisper some profanity and brace the door. Sonya tried again, but was stopped short when a number of hands grabbed her all over and drug her away from the gate door and to the ground. She was pinned to the ground on her stomach with both hands forced behind her back. She tried looking around, but she could only see legs all around her. A few seconds later she felt the metal of handcuffs closing over both wrists. She knew that this could not be a good thing.

The vampires stood Sonya up and half guided and half dragged her over to the back doors of the house. As they came up to the doors, Brenda and a few of her friends stepped out to greet them. Brenda was dressed in leather pants and a silky white blouse. She was wearing black heels and a lot of make-up to make her look like a vampire. She looked at Sonya and just smiled. Brenda turned her attention from Sonya long enough to tell the men holding her to take Sonya to the pool house and tie her up, she would be out in a few minutes to check up on her. With the instructions given out, Brenda dismissed them and went back into the house.

The two men picked Sonya up by her arms and legs and carried the heroine to the pool house. Inside they pulled a wooden straight back chair out from the table and sat her down in it, pulling her arms over the backrest so they would be behind her back and the backrest. Another vampire joined them. It was a female dressed similar to Brenda, which Sonya recognized as one of Brenda's sorority sisters. She held a bag in her hands which she turned upside down, allowing the coils of rope to fall out. Each man grabbed a coil of rope and positioned themselves beside her.

"Be sure she can't escape," the vampire chick said. "And the Mistress wants the girl's legs tied to the back legs of the chairs."

Each guy grabbed the ankle on his side and started looping rope around them. Once the rope was knotted off the legs were forced back to the sides of the chair and tied to the rear legs on each side, causing Sonya to sit up straighter to alleviate some of the stress building in her thighs. Once they were secured to the chair legs the men started about tying her to the chair. Sonya's knees were tied to the front legs by the seat. Her upper torso was secured to the back rest, with rope going above her breasts, and below her breasts. They looped rope around her waist and tied it to the back rest. A rope was tied to the single connection chain link on her cuffs and ran down to the crossbar between the rear legs of the chair. The finishing touch was looping rope around each arm above the elbow and connecting them together with about six inches of separation, and then fastening the ropes to each side of the backrest. Their job complete, the men and the woman stepped back to admire their handiwork.

Up to this time Sonya had remained quiet and was just about to say something when Brenda walked in and dismissed them. She was carrying a small plastic bag with something concealed inside it, which she set on the table behind Sonya. She then wandered up to the drapes and pulled them across the patio doors. They were now alone. 

"Well superhero, if you're hoping to be rescued, you're out of luck." Brenda said as she checked the drapes.

"What do you mean by that?" Sonya asked, not sure she liked the sound of it.

"Well, you're other friends have been sent to Max's. And if my memory serves me correctly, they were the last of you hunters. You are the last one." Brenda's smile reminded Sonya of the Cheshire Cat. It was at this point that Sonya began to test her bindings. Brenda sat back and watched the smaller woman struggle against the ropes holding her to the chair. Sonya was working hard at trying to wiggle any part of her upper body free of the backrest. Unfortunately, she wasn't having any luck. 

Brenda went around Sonya as she struggled and picked up her plastic bag off the table. She reached in and pulled out a large red ball gag. The diameter of the ball was nearly three inches. She moved up behind Sonya, who had been completely oblivious of what was going on behind her as she struggle against the chair. Brenda walked right up to the back of Sonya and looked down at her.

"You might as well stop struggling, I think those two were boy scouts or sailors. Anyway, they know their knots, that's why I picked them to tie you to the chair."

Sonya ceased struggling and looked up over her shoulder at Brenda, disbelief clearly on her face. "What are you getting at?" she asked.

Brenda only smiled more. She placed her empty hand gently under Sonya's chin. "I knew you wouldn't be a vampire for this, so recruiting the right people for this in advance wouldn't take much. I did a great job of recruiting. There are over a hundred vampires to maybe twenty or so hunters. I had people out looking for you all night. They were either to capture you or lead you to me. One of the requirements for people to be a vampire in my regime was to bring a set of handcuffs with them." She began to slowly stroke Sonya's chin. "I planned this for a while knowing that you wouldn't side with me, so it would be easy to get to you. And when one of the sorority sisters found out about your costume, it was set in stone. I e-mailed everyone that I could figure I could sway and placed a bounty on you. So, in essence, you were set up."

"Oh, you bitch! I'm going to make you wish you were never born." Sonya began to struggle harder, but was cut off when Brenda forced her head back with her empty hand that was under Sonya's chin. Brenda pinned Sonya's head up against her hip and brought the ball around to Sonya's mouth.

"Time for the finishing touch." Brenda sung out as she pushed down on Sonya's chin and forced the large ball into her mouth. Sonya's grunts soon turned into muffled sounds as the ball complexly filled the front of her mouth. Her jaw was forced wide open enough that her lips could not lift off the surface of the ball. Sonya jerked her head from side to side, screaming into the ball, but Brenda held onto the straps as if they were reigns. Finally Brenda pulled back on the straps and forced Sonya's head back over her shoulders in a slightly uncomfortable position. Sonya whined at the pain. "Let me finish this and I will let go of you." Brenda hisses with the strain.

Sonya relented and relaxed as Brenda threaded the strap and pulled it tight. She pulled all of the loose blonde hair out from under the straps before buckling it in place. She straightened up and walked around to look at her damsel in distress. Sonya was still fidgeting with the ball gag. "Don't fight it, you're going to be wearing it for a while." 

Sonya looked up at Brenda and glared at her. She strung together a line of curse words but they were all muffled by the ball. Brenda reached down and grasped the chair seat between Sonya's legs and pulled her captive over to the sliding glass doors. Once she had her in the position she wanted, which was only a few feet from the doors, she went over and picked up a five foot tall reading lamp and set it to the side of the door frame. She plugged it in and then turned it on, pointing the cone shaped shade down at Sonya. Brenda went back and got the second reading lamp, identical to the first one, and placed it next to the door frame opposite of the first lamp. She plugged it in and turned it on, adjusting the light so it too shown down on Sonya.

Without saying another word to Sonya, Brenda pulled back the drapes, exposing Sonya to the crowd that gathered outside once the first light was turned on. Upon seeing the trussed up heroine, the crown of vampires all cheered and started whooping it up. Sonya's face flushed red and the embarrassment of her situation and twisted in her ropes, trying like mad to get loose. This only brought louder cheers from the crown and laughter from Brenda. Brenda reached over and locked the sliding glass door, and then walked out of the pool house through the side door, stopping only to lock that door and then letting it shut after she turned off the overhead light.

Outside Brenda yelled for music so they could celebrate their victory over the hunters. The crowd cheered wildly as someone slipped a CD in the player and turned up the volume to the stereo. Sonya, still kept struggling in the chair. She looked out among the crowd and yelled for help, only to have her pleas stifled by the gag. She knew that escape was next to impossible as long as the handcuffs remained on her wrists. The ropes were nice and tight everywhere they were tied. Sonya had expected to make Brenda jealous tonight, but would have never dreamed that Brenda would go this far to one-up her. She was nearly in tears thinking of how grim her predicament was and where it could possibly lead. She forced herself not to cry, that would only give Brenda more satisfaction for the night.

The struggling continued for quite a while. Sonya was not about to admit defeat and just sit there. She tried everything she could think of from jerking her legs free to breaking the chair's backrest. It all proved to be useless. She stopped her struggling for a bit to catch her breath. The gag didn't make strenuous breathing easy. Occasionally Sonya would have to lean her head back in order to swallow the saliva that was building up in her mouth. While taking a breather, she surveyed the crowd of vampires. She figured that nearly all one hundred or so must be out on the patio either dancing or watching the show she was putting on. She saw Brenda and some of her sorority sisters sitting around a patio table, watching her struggle. Sonya looked herself over to see if any of the ropes had loosened. That was when an idea formed in her head.

Glancing over her body, Sonya noticed that the ropes had dug into her chest, forcing her breasts out a little more than normal. The situation wasn't helped by the positioning of her arms, either. From her appearance in her reflection from the glass door, it appeared that her breasts were really visible and slightly protruding. Her legs, having been forced back and tied had stretched the already skin tight outfit across her thighs and groin area, leaving not one wrinkle in the fabric. She looked back up at the crowd of onlookers and noticed that she had most of the men either staring at her or periodically glancing at her as they danced. 

Sonya relaxed her body and then slowly pulled on the rope that connected her handcuffs to the crossbar. This forced her shoulders back and her chest up, making her breasts even more prominent. She closed her eyes and continued to pull for a few seconds, then slowly lowering herself back to the original position. Again she tried the same maneuver, only more slowly and with an addition of her hips twisting from side to side. She kept this up for a little while and then relaxed for a few seconds before repeating the whole process again. This time after her breather, she kept her eyes partially open to watch the crowd. Most of the men that were dancing had stopped and were staring at her, the others stared at her as if mesmerized by the bound body encased in lavender and white vinyl. Sonya shifted her gaze over to Brenda. If Brenda was planning on humiliating her by making her a display piece, then she would make the most of it. The look on Brenda's face said enough. She was angered by all the attention Sonya was getting from every man outside the pool house. Again another plan had backfired, giving Sonya the attention that Brenda didn't want her to have.

Sonya repeated her sexy struggle routine for a few minutes more, until Brenda couldn't take any more of it and went to the pool house and unlocked the door. She stormed in the room and pulled the drapes shut, and cursed at the men who made a loud moan of disappointment at the end of the show. Sonya looked up at Brenda with content victory in her eyes, hoping she would give up and let her go. Brenda turned on the overhead light and then shut off the reading lamps. She spun Sonya around and drug her back into the middle of the room. She was madder than Sonya thought. Brenda went over to the bag and pulled out the remaining item from it. It was a black satin scarf. She walked behind Sonya and placed it over her eyes, knotting it very tightly behind her head. Sonya could not see a thing now, and began to feel the first signs of panic starting to surface.

"Ok you little bitch, you want to make all the men horny by your little show, then we'll see how horny they can make you." Brenda turned on her heels and stormed out of the house. Outside she ordered the music stopped and got everyone' attention. "Listen to me my faithful followers. If you enjoyed the presentation that WonderNymph has given you, then will really like the next part. For one dollar a person, I will grant you access to the little superhero for a private session lasting for one minute. You can do anything you want, as long as the restraints are not touched, and the clothing is not disturbed. But you only get one minute at a time, if you want more than one minute, then you go back to the end of the line and pay for your next minute when it is your turn."

Sonya would have fallen out of her seat, had she not been tied to it, after hearing Brenda's speech. She didn't know what to do, so she began struggling again. She overheard Brenda yelling for a watch with a stopwatch and for the music to be put back on. The chair would not give in to her attempts of getting free, and the ropes only seemed to dig in more. She yelled for Brenda not to do this, but the ball kept her quiet enough to not be noticed by anyone outside.

Unexpectedly the door opened and someone came inside. The door shut and Sonya heard a person walk up to her and then walk around her. Not wanting to seem like she had any willing part in this, Sonya kept up the struggle. She felt hands slide down the sides of her shoulders and her arms. Then she felt them move around her body and cup both of her breasts, squeezing slightly. She whined into her gag and tried to struggle out of the stranger's grasp, but had no where to go. The stranger played with her breasts until her nipples got hard, then pinched them a few times. This sent little sparks of pain through her body. Sonya could feel her breasts getting warmer. There was a knock at the door and then Brenda's voice said, "Time's up."




Halloween at Blair Bluffs



The hands let go of Sonya's breasts and the stranger walked out, only to be replaced by another stranger. This stranger immediately started to tickle Sonya under her arms. Being extremely ticklish there, Sonya bit down on her gag and tried to wiggle free of the experienced fingers. The gag muffled her laughter, but she could not squirm free of the fingers. Once she thought she heard a female laugh at her predicament. But her attempts to find out were cut short by Brenda announcing that time was up. The figure left and another one entered.

This next stranger knelt down in front of Sonya and began running his hands up and down her thighs, following them with licks on her vinyl covered legs. She knew it was a man by the moaning sounds he made when he first touched her. One hand slipped off her leg to slide between them, cupping her covered mound and messaging her most sensitive area. This got a shocked gasp from Sonya, and a renewed effort to getting free. The male stranger kept kissing her one leg while rubbing her pussy until Brenda announced that time was up.

Sonya lost track of how many people came in and played with her. After the first few people had had their short way with her, Sonya noticed how her body was reacting to the treatment. Against her will her body had heated up and gotten excited. It didn't take long for the constant rubbing of her groin to produce an orgasm from her. And after that point any pressure placed on her breasts or nipples sent pleasurable shockwaves splashing though her body. Her body was sore all over from fighting her bonds, but the following orgasms produced by the mystery molesters drained what little strength she had left. After a great deal of time went by the strangers had finally stop coming in to play with her. Sonya practically sagged in her bonds, spent to the point where she didn't even want to struggle.

Brenda came in and looked Sonya over then laughed. Finally she said, "You've made me enough money to afford a nice night out with the girls. Thank you, Sonya. I'll send someone by later to let you go. Right now we don't know who has the keys to your cuffs. Tah tah, WonderNymph."

Brenda wandered out the door, closing it behind her after locking it again. Sonya heard her tell everyone to head over to Max's for the real party. Sonya hung her head, not from defeat, but from exhaustion. She didn't know when this was going to end.



Halloween at the Standing Stones



She kept looking at the moon as she crept through the woods. Her house was now far behind her. He told her to meet him in the grove down by the standingstones. No one went there at night, or... in the day. rumor said the stones were haunted. Still, he would be there. She would go. She had been practicing the forbidden spells, calling him to her. It was Halloween. Time for the ceremony making her both a woman and a witch. Time to reach for her power. So far she and her friend had been playing at with the spell book she had found. Now it was more. She knew it would work. She knew she could be a real witch. She had read the spell of summoning to bring her a lover, With the loss of her virgin blood she could summon her familiar. It was yet unclear how her familiar would find her but she felt that it would come.

If they found in the village out, they would burn her but she was careful. There was some irony that he would want to meet her there where her beginning coven went to practice their spells. Certainly the man who had asked her to meet him was no ordinary man. The unusual grace of the traveler enticed the women and irritated the men. She was glad that her summoning spell had chosen him. 

She slipped into the grove. the moon illuminated the flat table rock in the center. The stones standing in a circle around this natural altar looked like druids in the dark. no on knew where the stones came from but there were stories that the stones had once been men, sorceled into stone by their very deeds. It did not seem like such a fable on this night with the very seasons changing to autumn and the moon full and red overhead. She noticed that there were candles, yet unlit, around the circle and smiled. Perhaps he was wary of the dark. On the rock was a goblet, set out to wait for her.

Not seeing him there she moved forward to sit on the table rock and wait. he would be there soon she was sure. She would sip the wine he would certainly be back soon. The wine was sweet with a subtle taste of herbs. It was relaxing, almost hypnotic. The moon was getting higher in the night sky when he pulled her into his arms from behind. She was too relaxed to even startle. she could not see him but she knew it was him. His hands removed her cloak and ran over her body. She felt his hot breath on her neck. The roaming hands began to undo her bodice and she could not protest. her skirts were soon pulled up and the restless hands covered areas that had never been touched before.

She melted into the hands that touched and caressed her whole body, lightly gently, almost memorizing her. Somehow her clothing had disappeared. She did not remember him taking it but it was gone. The goblet was held to her lips and again she drank. The heat of the wine, the heat of his breath, the heat from his hands held back the cooling equinox air. Her cloak made a soft blanket on the rock beneath her as he pulled her back so that she was lying on the stone. Strange how hot it seemed. The heat now seemed to come from her very body. Some part of her mind realized that still she had not actually seen him. But, that too was exciting.

She realized suddenly that her hands had been bound above her head with soft leather strands. He moved forward and she saw that he was wearing a robe of some sort. Long and dark and hooded. She could barely see his eyes and then only for seconds as he bent to suckle her breasts. He tugged with his lips and teeth so that the pleasure became almost pain. He moved down then his face between her legs and his rough tongue lapped her most private places. She arched and shivered and tried to reach for him. Damnation her hand were really tied. The hands on her breast were hard and somehow not quite right. She was rattled now but unable to think. The words to the spell to unmake the summoning... the spell to free the man, no,...the being she had summoned would not come to her.

She began to struggle and toss trying to get free. The hot rough hands grabbed her thighs and buttocks and even while stroking held her in place. Additional leather thongs were added to her ankles before he stood and released her. He moved to stand above the and she saw that his eyes were golden and slitted like those of a cat. This then was the nature spirit she had called as a lark, to be her lover, to initiate her into the arts , to teach her. This was much more real than she had intended. The vertical slits of the eyes studied her with intense non human interest. The hand reached out again and touched her cheek. A sharp cat like claw extended and caressed her, ran over her face and her breast, down her stomach and thighs and back up again. To her blurry eyes the hand appeared to have scales.

He moved to disrobe. Her head tossed back and forth in denial. She did not want to see, did not want to know what she had called forth. There was no taking it back now. She was about to get just what she had asked for. First the hood fell back to reveal a face of angles and planes, clearly not human, pointed ears and a catlike shape yet with scales. He slowly opened the robe to reveal that underneath he was naked. The illusion of human form he had assumed was fast dissolving leaving a hard muscular body with both fur and scales and a huge erection. While she gazed in terror at the enormous erection that appeared to be covered with golden scales, he gazed at her. The look on his face showed only curiosity as though it were she who was not human.

The creature stood over her and raised his arms. All of the candles burst into flame lighting the grove and glistened on his body. One claw came down to touch her breast again. To lightly scratch an arcane sign into her flesh. He lowered his mouth to lick the blood from the scratches. his tongue was hot and rough. He held the refilled goblet to the moon then sipped from it and holding his mouth to hers spat the wine into her mouth. Another sip and the wine from his lips was spilled and licked from her breasts, mixed with her blood and again he kissed her, the blood and wine staining her mouth. Another sip and his mouth moved to her cunt which was now hot and needing in spite of her fear and loathing. The wine was hot as he spat it into her and then sipped it back. His rough hand left scratches and bruises on her buttocks and thigh, stomach and breast as he caressed, squeezed and scratched at her body, marking her as his

The creature moved to the foot of the rock and stood looking at the moon for a moment and then looked at her. The cold fire from the moon was in his eyes making the burn and glow. Her body was on fire from the scratches and the wine and the fire from the moon as he moved onto the rock between her spread legs. he lowered his body onto hers , the light in his eyes flaring ever brighter, the fire in her body growing with the fire in his. She could not fight. She could not surrender. She could only accept as he forced his member into her slowly and intently. She could only look into his eyes as she felt him pierce her. She wanted to scream at the invasion and then, there was no pain as he started to move within her, only more heat and longing. She began to writhe beneath him, begging for more, asking him for the violence she knew he was capable of, needing it to free her to respond.

The creatures eyes flared with cold flame and he began to fuck her hard and fast and deliberately letting her sense even more his otherness, his inhumanity. His hands scratched her breast and buttocks. It felt almost as though she was being flogged but the pain only made her need more. She was incoherent twisting and moaning needing to have her legs around him, not caring if he was human animal or spirit, just needing for him to drive her over the edge that she felt waiting for her. The creature on top of her howled his intent as he came into her, battering, her filling her with his burning hot golden seed. She screamed her acceptance knowing that this was what she had asked for and there was no going back. As they climaxed together his claws raked her skin in bloody streaks. His sharp teeth nipped at her neck his erection spurted into her again and again so that his cum leaked out mixing with her blood, wetting the cloak and stone beneath them. She lost consciousness still screaming and cumming.

When she awakened a short while later she was unbound, the candles and goblets gone, her clothing back in place as though nothing had happened. Her skin was unmarked except for a small oddly shaped bruise where the arcane markings had been. The only sign that anything had happened at all was the wetness between the legs and on the cloak. Next to her on the rock sat a large black and gold cat with the moonfire reflected in his slitted eyes. She smiled and stoked the cats head. The spell had worked. On Halloween she became a woman and a witch. Her familiar turned to look at her as he smugly cleaned his claws. She wondered how he would come to her next full moon...as a creature or as a man? 

Or perhaps something else. 

It was time to return to the village. She could see path clearly lit with moon glow.



Halloween Ball



The slim brunette came out of the Halloween party at around 2am. She was in a long white dress with her face made up deathly pale; she shivered as the cold night air made her wish she had a coat. 

The sleek black car pulled up at the door to the restaurant and the back door opened to give her an indistinct view of the man all in black. His voice was somewhere between a leer and a whisper, "Get in Slave." It was as if she were two people; one of her stood on the kerb trying to be heard.

"No, you fool, just run, what are you doing?" 

The sensible Julie stood helplessly as it watched her body silently slip onto the back seat beside him. She felt his presence overpower her as she sat beside him on the leather seat while the car silently pulled away.

His hands freely roamed her body enjoying every curve and pressing into every soft part as she sat still and powerlessly allowed him to do as he pleased. When they arrived it was too dark to see the house properly, she just had an impression of bare trees, high walls and dark battlements. She left her shoes in the car and walked barefoot on the sharp gravel to the cold stone steps. While they had been in the car she had lifted her buttocks from the leather seat to allow his cold hands to reach up her dress and remove her tights as his sharp fingernails pricked her flesh. The stone flagged hall was lit by hundreds of candles. When she was in the centre of the space he clapped his hands and she felt her fingers go to her buttons.

She had no power over her own hands as she watched them disrobe her body under the stranger's eyes. When she was just in virginal white bra and pants her mind was desperately trying to gain control. "No let me keep my knickers on, he mustn't get to my pussy, no please stop." But it was useless, her own hands removed her last vestiges of clothing and she stood helplessly as he came to her and his freezing cold hands possessed her body. His cold breath smelt dank and musty as she felt it on her slim white neck and then the needle sharp fangs penetrated her delicate skin.

She had no memory of being taken down to the cellar but the memory of what happened there was all too sharp. She knew that she was strapped down to the heavy oak table with her legs pulled lewdly and shamelessly apart by the thick straps about her slim ankles. The only light was from the flaming torches in cast iron sconces and the firelight flickered over every intimate detail of her exposed flesh. At first she tried so hard to pull against her cruel bonds but it was useless and all she achieved was aching limbs and blood where the leather bit into her delicate skin. 

He was grinning as he worked with his blades and spikes and hot irons while her screams echoed off the thick stone walls and then he lay on top of her and took her again and again and she could not keep herself from responding like a bitch on heat. Her own body was reaching up into his intrusions and her own wanton cries and gasps of sheer lustful pleasure were encouraging him to further debase her.

Then there is a blank until they were once again in the back of the car with its silent uniformed chauffeur. They cruise along a country road; it is just after six and the light is fading as he hands her a newspaper and she recognises her picture on the front page. She only read a few phrases. "A bright 18 year old...grade A student...life cut off before it began...naked body found at midnight with signs of a sustained and vicious attack." She looked up at her master with the question in her mind...."Body found at midnight...but it was after that when I met you." And then she knew.

A slim figure is hurrying along the lane wearing a raincoat. The girl keeps looking over her shoulder and the moonlight picks out the fear on her flawless face framed by the blonde hair. He whispers to his slave. "She is just 18 and she is late home from choir practice. Bring her to me and we shall enjoy her in so many exciting ways and then we shall feast and she will be mine for ever just as you are." 

Julie opened the door and slid out of the car with a welcoming smile on her sweet face.



Halloween Bill



She sits in a garden
On a cold autumn night,
The flowers surrounding her
An eerie sight.
Poppies and roses
Gleam starkly white,
While glistening angels
On marble wings take flight.
She's there in the full of the moon.

The blossoms mark
The homes of the dead,
Where remnants of lives
Lie in a dark bed.
Cold stone and damp earth
Here all life has fled,
She seems to wait eagerly,
Without any dread.
She's there in the full of the moon.

She waits for her lover 
Named Halloween Bill,
He comes here to find her
Answering her will.
His own needs denied,
Her desires he'll fulfill,
For he loves her yet
And she loves him still.
She's there in the full of the moon.

They mark each year 
Remembering the start
That bound them together,
Mating each heart,
One to the other,
Ne'er sundering apart.
A scar they both bear
From Cupid's dart.
She's there in the full of the moon.

Restless she paces,
Her skirts wave to and fro,
She hates how he keeps her
Wanting him so.
He's never early to come here,
Nor late to go.
Trapped by the moonlight
As night winds, they blow.
She's there in the full of the moon.

At last he appears, breathless,
She regards his dear face.
His smile and delight
Makes her heartbeat race.
Weakly she falls into
His loving embrace.
The curve of his lips
Shaking fingers trace.
She's there in the full of the moon.

In moments they tear 
At time's heartless shroud.
Returning to days when
They stood tall and proud.
Mem'ries awaken,
Their love spoken aloud.
Two souls soar like eagles
Through midnight cloud.
She's there in the full of the moon.

A prayer God has answered,
Heart's wishes come true.
Two lovers together
With their hours, too few.
They share fevered kisses
Like newlyweds do,
Their time measured in moments
That go with the dew.
She's there in the full of the moon.

She takes his hand with hers
To rest on her breast.
She wants him and needs him
Suckling the sweet crest.
Midst the ruffles and satins
Of her feminine nest,
The pink rose of her nipple,
On his lips leaves him blest.
She's there in the full of the moon.

The sighs that they heard,
The breath of the wind?
The teeth felt on skin,
The bite death's mask grinned?
The lust that they'd thought
Was it truly one sinned?
The magic of midnight
Keeps them to the earth pinned.
She's there in the full of the moon.

His fingers lift skirts,
Layers of satin and lace.
Between her smooth thighs,
He finds solace and grace. 
Her body surrounds him.
His need sets a new pace,
In the depths of his passion
His despair, she'll erase.
She's there in the full of the moon.

With her arms she surrounds
This warm-blooded being.
With her murmured approval,
Their kisses agreeing.
He's answered her call.
Their realities fleeing
Away in the night,
Only night owls seeing.
She's there in the full of the moon.

Closer to her he moves,
Almost begging to enter,
The well of her passion,
Her hot, liquid center.
At last he's within,
Her womb's lustful mentor!
She writhes there, impaled, 
On her beloved tormentor.
She's there in the full of the moon.

She trembles against him.
Her body shakes.
His adoration upon her,
She gladly takes.
All the emotion he gives her,
All the love that he makes,
Each autumn this visit,
For both of their sakes.
She's there in the full of the moon.

He spends his wet heat,
A relentless tide,
Of life's essence and power
And elation, inside
His beloved mystery,
His unearthly guide,
The incorporeal spirit,
Of his dead, blushing bride.
She's there in the full of the moon.

He stays there a moment
Against the cold stone,
Where each autumn he mourns her,
Bereft and alone.
He shrugs off his tears 
And suppresses a moan.
'Twas good she died young
Ne'er to be an old crone.
She's there in the full of the moon.

He stands and he turns,
Reluctant to go,
Sad to leave her alone,
To face winter's snow.
He bends down on one knee,
'Tis All Saint's, you know?
To place a wreath of remembrance,
His love, the world show.
She's there in the full of the moon.

The children all call him
Halloween Bill.
He exits the graveyard
After drinking his fill
Of port wine and whiskey,
A drunkard's cheap swill,
On the morning of All Saint's.
He won't come here again, until,
She's there in the full of the moon.



Halloween Birthday Treat



"Now, Adam. Take time later, but we need this. NOW!" Adam kneeled between her thighs and pressed the head of his cock at her entrance...slowly pushing. It pushed her pussy wide, but felt soooo good! He pushed more in until he met resistance. He pulled back, his cock gleaming with her juices, then he thrust hard and broke the barrier. He held still as Laura caught her breath and the pain faded to pleasure again. Then Adam pushed more, and soon his entire length was inside her tight pussy. They moved together. Their bodies glistening with sweat, pumping faster, and harder. Adam's hips becoming a blinding blur as he thrust his cock into Laura's pussy. Laura was soon crying out as her orgasm ripped through her. She felt like she was flying, then in a free-fall. In her befuddled mind, she was aware of Adam cumming inside her. His loud cry filled the room as she felt each eruption of his cum, inside her. He collapsed on top of her, and rolled to the side. Laura could feel his cock still buried deep inside her. She whispered,

"I love you, Adam." She felt him stiffen a little.

"It's ok. I know you probably don't feel the same. That's fine. I jus had to let you know. For as long as you like. I'll be here for you. For sex...as a friend. Whatever." 

"Shhhhhhh." David whispered. "I love you, too. But there is something you should know about me." He paused, and Laura answered,

"Are you talking about David bringing you back to life?" She saw the surprise in his eyes."I know. The whole family knows. I don't care. I still love you." Adam pulled her close and kissed her lips. 

"I love you, too. So much." Grinning, Laura moved against him."Show me." Adam smiled and answered,"For the rest of my life."



Halloween Birthday, Trick or Treat



I didn't have the first clue who Snooki was, but I had to admit that the boss's attempt to dress like her had a good result. Ninve was a babe in her own right, so that wasn't difficult. Every time I saw her, I had an immediate rush of blood to my cock and impulses that I dared not follow. Among those was the urge to take my supervisor and grudge-fuck her there in front of the whole office, something that would no doubt wreck my career. Even though she got her promotion based on something other than merit, that wouldn't excuse my conduct. Management always had double standards for the rest of us.

The Halloween party went well that night for everyone concerned, with plenty of booze to go around, too. I lived in easy walking distance, so I hadn't bothered to ride my Harley to the office for this function. I didn't need a designated driver, but I still didn't get plastered.

The same couldn't be said for Ninve. She had tossed back more than a few tumblers of her favorite cocktails by this point and she wasn't feeling any pain. I saw her bloodshot eyes and knew that she was in trouble. The morning would see her hung over like a damp rug on a clothesline, a phrase that made me think of her pussy and got me very hard as I thought of it. I knew that I would have to do the responsible thing and find Ninve a designated driver. This realization caused my dick to go limp again, as I didn't look forward to it.

I had just washed my hands after pissing when the power went out. I didn't know how or why it was off, but I knew that the doors were automated, so we were all stuck there until the morning. Since tonight was a Friday, this was a bit of an awful start to the weekend. Then again, wearing the same clothes and being hung over at work could be more than a little awkward for all of us, even if we understood why.

"Damn!" I thought, as I grasped for the paper towels.

That was before I opened the door and bumped directly into someone.

"Ouch!" Ninve squealed, her voice unmistakable with its whiny tone.

"Sorry, Ninve," I apologized, indicating recognition.

"Mark, it's okay. I just need to know if this is the mens' room," she worried.

"Yes, Ninve, it's the mens' room ... I'm not gonna sneak into the ladies' room, even in the dark. Though I don't suppose that it really matters, since I can't see anything just as you can't," I observed.

"That's a comforting thought, Mark. But you're right, so can I go ahead and use the mens' stalls? Promise you won't tell a soul?" she pleaded with me.

Now, it's not commonly known, but I have a soft spot for chunky women like Ninve. She wasn't obese, just soft, curvy, and adorable. She had a gift for making one feel bad for her, but especially a guy like me. She had the passive-aggression angle figured out, at least where I was concerned. This didn't mean that I lacked a backbone, as she knew well, but it meant I had to keep an iron grip on my feelings around her. Otherwise, she'd walk all over me. Thankfully, this incident wasn't a serious issue for me, and I saw some potential leverage in it for me.

"Sure, Ninve. I'll stand guard outside and make sure no one walks in on you," I offered in most my genteel guise.

I was good at the phony chivalry game, despite knowing what a load of unfair hypocrisy it was for women to demand special favors and equality at the same time. I didn't mind voluntary courtesy, of course, but I resented the sense of entitlement, the "princess" persona, the idea of obligation.

Even so, I could maintain a facade of being just another pawn in the ladies' mental chess games. It had the virtue of making most women think that I'm harmless when I'm anything but. The last thing that I wanted was for my true nature to be revealed to all and sundry. I was a fairness fanatic disguised as something else entirely, a zealot obsessed with my own notions of justice.

"Why bother? I'd rather you stood close to the stall and talked to me. I'm scared of the dark. I could use your company, Mark," Ninve urged me as she headed to the stall.

"Very well, I'll do that, Ninve," I relented with a hint of disgust that I didn't actually feel. It was good for turning the guilt trip against her.

Ninve babbled incessantly about why her costume was modeled on Snooki from Jersey Shore, a reality TV program of the sort that I avoided like the plague. It was a short dress which stopped somewhere in the upper thighs and didn't leave much wiggle room if one bent over. If a girl went commando while doing so, she'd flash a man for certain in that outfit. Of course, Ninve was notorious in terms of mooning people whenever her pants were too baggy, let alone dresses that barely covered her assets. We guys often joked that she was the only girl who got ahead by inviting the boss to kiss her ass, not vice versa. Then again, with a nice booty like Ninve's, I wouldn't blame a manager for having that urge, regardless of his or her sex.

"Mark, are you still there? You haven't said a thing," she abruptly queried, evidently scared that I got bored with her chatter and bolted.

"Yep. Afraid so. Are you okay, Nin? You sound a little frightened," I asked her in turn.

"I think that would be a good description. I'm in the mens' stall in the dark, with a weird guy standing outside who has a reputation and stares at my ass whenever he doesn't think I'm watching him. Not to mention that I'm drunk, horny, and don't even know where the sink is. You're not gonna tell anybody about this situation, right? I have your word on that?" Ninve ranted, clearly under some stress.

"Again, I swear I won't say a thing. Are you ready to wash your hands?" I acted calmer than I was.

"Yeah, I think so. Help me get there. I don't want to miss it. I really don't do well in the dark," Ninve tried to sound brave as she left the stall, which she hadn't totally closed due to the darkness.

"Okay, Nin," I led my supervisor to the sink and actually washed her hands for her, mostly as a means of reinforcing her sense of helplessness.

It was a silly psychological game, perhaps, but it really worked on the girl, since she was that terrified of the dark. Just when I thought we were done, however, Ninve bent over the sink and lifted her dress in front of me. I knew this because I stood right behind her and felt her bare skin against my pants, causing my bulge to grow.

"Ninve, what are you doing?" I feigned shock. I actually had a pretty good idea, not being half as naïve as I let on.

"I'm letting you fuck me, Mark. Don't act like the 40-year old virgin. You're strange, but you're sexually active. You don't have me fooled. You may not gossip, but everyone else here does. Sandra goes to my church and she told me about your fling with her. Lucy is my favorite waitress and she had a lot to say, too. Anyway, I'm horny, scared, and drunk, as I told you. Let's get it on. It's dark. No one will know, since you agreed not to tell. Let's fuck," she called me on my bullshit.

After that sales pitch, there was nothing to do but drop my pants and fuck Ninve. Evidently, she had more in common with Sandra than their Assyrian heritage. Both of them were screamers during the act, causing me to wonder if this would really stay our secret. Between the screaming and the tendency to gossip, word of this would reach my colleagues. I would be the guy who fucked Ninve in the dark.

My long-standing practical joke of appearing to be a choirboy was done. Then again, it was kind of old and no longer funny. It certainly wasn't worth resisting the charms of my sexy boss, who had seen through me, anyway. I simply put those worries on the back burner and fucked Ninve over the sink while she screamed her lungs out and held onto the faucet for dear life. I pounded her ruthlessly with my cock and didn't think about anything else but fucking her at that point. I decided firmly to live in the moment and just enjoy the quickie sex.

I heard voices behind us by now, but they were muffled and I was too wrapped up in the act of screwing my boss to do anything. I knew for sure that while Ninve asked me not to say a word, she failed to account for her own mouth. The boss lady was screwed in more ways than one, since it was a direct violation of office protocol for a supervisor to have sexual relations with a subordinate. Although that was often winked at, this would be broadcast to the entire staff well before the evening was over. There would be no hiding it from anyone. We would probably both get fired over it, though I did my best to forget about that. The damage was already done.

I didn't have much control left, since I was rather excited by the fact that we took such a risk with public sex. I shot my load much farther inside Ninve than she perhaps expected and filled her pussy dangerously close to her womb. As I pulled out, however, I felt hands separate my cheeks and a tongue glide across the crack of my ass. Another pair of hands applied surprisingly warm lube to my dick, for reasons that made no sense to me at the time.

"Fuck me now. Ninve promised that I would get my turn with you. She'd better keep her word. You hear that, Nin?" a silky, but anonymous voice asked me, while its owner stroked me back to stiffness.

"You really fell for the 'scared of the dark' gag, didn't you, Mark?" a second voice piped in.

"Who are you?" I asked the women, which they clearly were.

"That's a surprise. Let's just say that the power outage wasn't an accident. The breaker will come back on soon enough. We just wanted some quality time with the man who she keeps telling us about. We hope that you didn't mind. We had a little fun with you, but you'll be fine. Just don't tell a soul," the first voice told me as I granted her the favor she craved.

Since it was dark, I just went along with the strange woman as she guided my cock to her asshole. I wasn't a fool. I knew that she wanted anal sex and I gave it to her. Thankfully, there was plenty of lube. Ninve had moved out of the woman's way, of course, but I could hear her screaming another climax. She enjoyed herself, listening to the act.

As birthday gifts went, this seemingly coincidental one was the best. I knew already that I wasn't in trouble. I wouldn't lose my job any more than Ninve or the others would lose theirs. This was a gag of some kind, that was all. Sometimes it paid to be born on Halloween.

I moved in and out of the stranger's ass, taking her roughly for our pleasure. Ninve, having come down from her loud orgasm, started egging the other ladies on. The tongue had resumed rimming me, but I tried not to let that faze me. It wasn't easy, of course. At least three women were using me for sex. It was hard (pun intended) not to let that get to me. I still did my best, until Ninve dropped the real bombshell.

"How does it feel to fuck every female supervisor in the office? One's licking your ass and the other is taking it that way. I dare say that she'll want to do more than that in a second. Yep, I guess that I was right, Mark," she laughed.

Then, the same warm lube was smeared against my asshole and something that felt rather plastic entered me from behind. I was no longer in charge of this act, but I didn't stop because of that. I simply accepted that I would lose my anal cherry to whichever supervisor this was, while buggering yet another of them. I had to really focus to avoid cumming in the boss lady's ass, since the pressure on my prostate had its intended effect. This was a studied and researched ambush, though still a mystery to me.

"Oh, go ahead and cum in her ass. I'm just killing time until I can get my turn with your dick, anyway. Not that I mind this experiment in pegging. It's fun to be on the other end of things for a change. It's just not as much fun giving as receiving, at least for me. What do you think, Ana?" she asked her colleague.

"You're so right, Teresa. I love it this way, as you know. This is definitely a good way to get over being dumped. I'll have to come back for more of this," Ana panted after I came in her colon and her friend withdrew her strap-on from my asshole.

"So, girls, let's all thank Mark for this wonderful evening. We'll give him a kiss," Ninve told the other ladies while she washed my cock and zipped up my pants.

"Thank you, Mark!" they said together, kissing me in turn.

"You have no idea how much fun this was for me, Mark. You fell for it, but I don't blame you. I really can be so helpless at times, but I'm not stupid. Neither are you, but you don't know us as well as you could, since you avoid the office gossip so damn much.

"I know that it's your birthday today. The devil costume really fit you, too. We're not fools. We know that you're a rake. We like you that way. Someone needs to be there to knock boots. Speaking of boots, Nydia likes to wear them during sex. You'll get a chance to find that out for yourself when you fuck her. Don't tell me that you mind, because I know you too well.

"Happy Birthday, Mark. Thanks again for the hot public sex. I bet that you were worried about your job for a moment, but you carried on like a trooper. By the way, I'm fresh off the pill. You just knocked me up. I'll see a lot of you during my maternity leave," Ninve informed me, as she walked out of the mens' room.

I reached for my inhaler and drew a few breaths. I definitely needed them with my asthma, but this was so worth it. As the lights came back on and I left the washroom, Ninve surprised me again by putting her head on my shoulder and refusing to leave my side for the rest of the night. I wasn't really sure what else she planned for me, but I suspected that it would be just as kinky as what just transpired.

Ana and Teresa confirmed that by waving at me and blowing me kisses as I started walking home. Since Ninve hadn't let me go, it was apparent that I wouldn't sleep alone this Halloween. It was more than just her little game of trick or treat, though it wasn't exactly love. What started as a grudge fuck for me became an orgy, and I didn't mind that at all. I just wondered what this would do to our professional relationship, since it was still a forbidden fling. Then again, that was corporate junk. We'd sort that out later. It was my birthday. If I couldn't break some rules tonight, when could I?



Halloween Break-up Mix-Up



Cathy was in her second year of college interning in the office where I worked. Short red hair, brown eyes, well muscled legs and ass, flat stomach and firm C sized breasts she nearly always displayed in low cut shirts and dresses.

I wasn't the only guy in the office interested in her and despite the fact she was out of my league I flirted and made tentative offers for nights out which she always gently turned down. 

I figured I had a better shot than the forty and fifty year olds populating the office, having just finished college two years before. The only guy my age was Danny. 

Danny was the boss's nephew and ever since he had started work in the office all of the credit for my hard work went to that asshole. Danny had a hot Latino girlfriend named Monica that I had seen at the last company Christmas party. She'd worn a tight red dress with a slit up to her hip and had all the eyes of the guys in the company on her all night. 

After a couple of months I had given up on Cathy, she seemed uninterested in anyone in the office. Then the last Friday of October she knocked on the wall of my cubicle.

" Hey David!" She said with a smile that as I spun in my chair to face her, caused my cock to twitch.

" Hey Cathy, what's up?" I asked.

" Nothing much, I was just wondering, one of my college friends is having a Halloween party Saturday, wondered if you'd want to go?"

" Sure." I said with a smile trying to keep from sounding too eager. Even if this were only friendly for Cathy there would be plenty of hot chicks to see I was sure.

" It's a costume party, everyone has to wear a costume. Are you alright with that?"

" No problem, should I go as something in particular?"

" Most of the guys I know are going as classic movie monsters... I think the Wolfman is hot! So animalistic!" Cathy breathed out the last phases that caused my cock to harden instantly.

" Then Wolfman it is." I answered with a big feral grin trying to seem more animal like.

" Perfect! Meet me there, here are directions," Cathy handed me a sheet of paper with directions scribbled on it. " I'll be Catwoman. Nine o'clock, see you there!" Cathy says with a smile, before she turned to go.

I shot out of the office as soon as five o'clock rolled around. I flew to the nearest costume store and picked out the appropriate costume pieces. Fury-hand gloves, fake fur to fill in my nearly bare chest, and a Wolfman mask from the store, a pair of torn pants and a torn shirt from home would complete the look.

I could barely wait for the time to leave and had to keep myself distracted all Saturday until I could excuse myself for pulling on my costume. Then I hopped in my car and followed the directions.

The correct house was hard to miss; cars were parked filling the driveway and both sides of the street. I found a spot on an adjacent street to park and walked up to the door.

Just as I was about to ring the doorbell Catwoman greeted me.

" There you are!" An excited voice said from behind a cat mask. " Monica is in the pool area." 

The music was pounding through out the house; I was wondering how a student could afford to stay in such a place as I was dragged up a set of stairs. I was pulled into a room with glow sticks hung around it, barely illuminating it. 

Catwoman suddenly closed the door and pounced me pushing me back on the bed. 

" I'm so fucking hot!" Catwoman said as she yanked at my pants.

Before I even had a chance to realize what was going on, she had my cock out and free. She immediately took my hardening cock into her mouth, and the things her tongue was doing reduced me to animalistic groans before I could say anything.

I just laid back and enjoyed the sensations Cathy was inducing in me, and faster than any woman had ever brought me off I felt the cum boiling up my balls and shooting through my shaft down her throat.

As I breathed deeply trying to recover I suddenly felt something shoved in my mouth. As I was still wrapping my mind around that both my hands were handcuffed to the headboard above me.

Effectively cuffed and gagged the lights were turned on dazing me for a moment. 

There were three women standing at the foot looking down at me disdainfully. There was Catwoman who had just given me an amazing blowjob; there was a girl in an angel costume I didn't recognize, and one in a devil outfit that I recognized as Danny's girlfriend Monica.

" You fucking cheating bastard!" Monica yelled at me angrily. " You are such an asshole Danny!"

I tried to mumble around the gagging ball in my mouth my name; to say I wasn't Danny, anything, but nothing I tried to say came out understandable. I knew I was in trouble.

" I couldn't believe when Tami told me you had been hitting on her, so we set this up. Tami telling you she'd be Catwoman so you would tell her you were Wolfman. Then you came right in, and let her suck you off, you bastard!" Monica yelled.

I didn't know what to do, I could not defend myself, and I wasn't cheating on anyone! Let alone this hot Latino that I would die to have a chance with. I was pissed off at that asshole Danny. How the fuck did I keep ending up with his shit!

" Well we are going to punish you so that this is mistake you won't repeat ever again." Monica said with a sadistic grin.

The Angel, dark haired fair skinned vixen held up a box. She began pulling out various items in the box, which I couldn't see very clearly.

The Angel and Monica then each grabbed one of my legs and pulled them back over my head. With a click my legs were cuffed to the top of the headboard with some straps that held them up and spread.

The position is not one I would call comfortable, but it hurt less than I would have expected. The problem being of course I went from being quite helpless to being completely helpless and entirely vulnerable.

Catwoman removed her mask revealing an Asian face. The Asian girl, Tami, began setting up a video camera, and soon the red light was on recording my situation.

Another moment and I felt something cool pour down my ass crack. Realizing what was about to be my fate I started to try and yell and shake my head in refusal. This only elicited laughs from my captors.

" What Danny? Not was willing to take as you are to give?" Monica asked cruelly as she approached me. 

Suddenly I felt something being pushed against my anus. In an instant it popped in and I screamed into the gag. It felt as if I were being ripped apart.

" Don't cry yet, Danny. That was only a medium sized plug, we are going to get the large one in you before we are done." Monica said with another laugh.

Then I felt a sharp sting on my ass cheeks as I was lashed with something, a whip I presumed. Time and time again I felt my ass punished with the sharp bite of it until it all faded into a dull fog of pain that didn't really hurt that much anymore.

Then the plug was pulled from my ass and the emptiness left behind was its own torture as much as it was a relief.

Monica stepped around wearing a strap-on that must have been nearly 8 inches long and an inch or inch and a half thick.

" If I didn't have to keep that gag in your mouth to keep you from yelling I would make you suck this like a little cock whore. I guess I'm going to have to settle for your next to virgin ass."

With that Monica came up on the bed, and I could feel her line the head of the cock up with my ass, then she pushed in. I felt filled and tight before she had gotten more than a little in me, but relentlessly she kept pushing in.

I began to yell again with my throat feeling raw, but still she pushed forward until her thighs touched the back of mine. 

I was horrified to find my cock had hardened up during this, and even now was leaking pre-cum. This did not escape notice.

" Hey look Mon! He's getting off on this!" Tami said pointing, to my distinct embarrassment. 

Monica looked down and as she pulled out and thrust back in looked angrier. " You fucking asshole! I've never seen your cock get that large! You are a fucking ass whore aren't you?!"

Monica continued pounding in and out of my ass, all I could do was weakly moan as cum seeped from my cock head. Monica began to moan and I think she came at least once as she abused my innocent ass.

Finally Monica pulled out of my ass. Then I felt the strap-on replaced as something even larger was shoved in my ass. The large plug I assumed, but thanks to the abuse I already had suffered it wasn't more than my ass could take with undue pain.

My legs were released and they limply fell to the bed, even so they re-cuffed my ankles to the footboard.

My cock was still standing hard and Monica looked at it hungrily.

" Guess it won't hurt, one last ride for the road." Monica said quietly as she climbed on to the bed.

She lined my still leaking cock head with her cunt and slowly lowered herself down on me. I moaned now with pleasure into my gag as her tight cunt wrapped itself around my cock.

" You are fucking huge Danny!" She said in awe with two inches left to go. " Bigger than I've ever felt you."

She lifted herself back up and then pushed back down, this time taking my entire length, she suddenly came on my cock, with a shudder and a series of moans. 

She then began lifting and raising herself off my cock, fucking herself with ever increasing volume to her moans.

The entire time my eyes followed the movement of her tits, I wanted to suck and touch those and the desire was perhaps the greatest torture. 

With one last downward thrust she screamed again, this time the tight grip of her cunt squeezed an orgasm out of my cock and I shot my load deep into her. The sensation of my ass squeezing down on the plug was incredible and re-doubled the force of my orgasm.

After regaining her strength Monica climbed off of my cock and looked back at me with clear regret. 

" It's a shame you are a cheater, I thought we could really be something." Monica now said sorrowfully. " Especially now that I know how to make you a better lover."

Even if it were not for the gag, I didn't have the strength to respond. I just lay there limply with my cock still hard despite the second orgasm.

" Tami, can you go check things downstairs. After I clean up, we'll leave him up here for someone to find." Monica said as she moved to a side room.

Tami left the room, and the Angel approached my limp form. She slowly touched my still hard cock, and then began to stroke it. 

Without a word she pulled down her panties from beneath the skirt of her costume and straddled me backwards.

She must have been really excited by what she had witnessed because her dampness was very apparent. She lowered herself down on my cock with a moan taking my entire length in one push.

She began raising and lowering herself on me, I noticed her finger sliding into her slit and figured she was fingering herself as she fuck my cock. The thought of that turned me on greatly, and watching her ass go up and down me turned me on more.

Suddenly she whimpered and her cunt squeezed my cock tight, once again I felt a tight cunt in the state of orgasm and once again my cock spurted out a little more cum though now it surely was mostly spent.

Before the Angel had recovered enough to get off me Tami burst into the room. " That's not Danny!" She said.

Monica came running in the room with her devil costume only half on, her boobs bouncing in front of her. " What do you mean?"

The Angel suddenly got off of me and looked at me worriedly.

" Danny is at the pool table with a bunch of people, he's not wearing a mask anymore." Tami says clearly agitated.

All three girls look at me with concern. 

" We are so sorry, we thought you were someone else." Monica says now very contrite.

" Please don't call the cops!" The Angel pleads.

" Don't give him ideas Angela!" Tami whispers angrily then looks at me guiltily.

" If we take the gag off, do you promise not to yell?" Monica asked approaching me.

I didn't have the strength to more than nod.

Monica released the gag from me and Angela and Tami quickly worked to release the cuffs on me. Monica reached between my legs and pulled the plug from my ass, which caused me to gasp weakly.

I still couldn't really move so Monica and Angela helped pull me to a sitting position.

I reached up and took the mask off my head.

" Who are you?" Monica asked.

" David, Cathy invited me, I work with Danny at..." I whispered out, my throat was raw from the yelling and screaming I had done into the gag without success.

" That bitch!" Tami and Monica said as one.

" Huh?" I asked not comprehending.

" She knew about this plan. The bitch set you up, she must be sleeping with Danny and she's the one he is regularly cheating on me with." Monica said very angrily.

" Well then, I know the best way to get them back." I said with a smile despite the pain.

" How."

" The four of us make a nice sex show downstairs in front of them."

" What?" The three girls said shock.

" You liked what you did with me, and other than the abuse, I liked having you fuck my brains out." I said with a bigger smile.

" You are very kinky, David." Angela said with a smile.

" And your cock is so nice." Tami said with her own smile.

" I go you one better, promise me you'll never cheat and I'm yours for more than tonight. Just never cheat on me, although there may be more nights like tonight, only when I say it is okay." Monica said firmly but smiling also.

" Well I know the punishment of cheating." I said with a smile. 

" Well then, let us go down stairs and begin our revenge." Monica said with a smile and then she gave me a soft passionate kiss. 

The four of us got our costumes on and we went down stairs arm and arm together. For the rest of the night Danny and Cathy would see Wolfman with three hot women all over him, one Catwoman, one Angel, and hottest of all one She-devil that gave Wolfman a none too discrete blowjob on the couch near the pool table.

I was in heaven, let Danny get my credit at work; I got his girlfriend and for tonight at least, three of her hottest friends. I think the balance has tipped back into my favor.



Halloween Car - A Rural Legend



Writer's note: You may have heard this story about any rural high school in America. Urban legends are always better when seasoned with local spices. If you're looking for hot sex, sorry, there's just enough skin showing here to make it interesting.

*

The wrecked car is a local landmark on the two-lane highway that leads to the high school. Buddy's family owned the land it sat on and the junk yard behind it, and he was always ready to tell the story of the car. The real treat was if he invited you to watch the car the night before Halloween. I had that privilege the year I met Buddy in college and he invited me to his home for the Halloween weekend.

It was some thirty-odd years ago, maybe more, when that car had belonged to the best quarterback St Louis Parish ever produced. For those not familiar with Louisiana, counties are called parishes here, so don't get confused: I'm talking about the public high school, and besides, St. Louis Parish is too small to have a Catholic high school. 

Jimmy Hebert was the starting QB for the St. Louis Horsemen from his freshman year. To say he "lead" the team is an understatement: He was THE man on campus and off. When the coach decided to have a special developmental practice session for the ninth grade players Jimmy stayed late to lead the drills. When a student's home burned down Jimmy and his family put them up in their home. For three Thanksgivings Jimmy had delivered the food baskets to the poor and every Christmas he played Santa for the senior citizens at the Ponchatrain Retirement Home. 

To no one's surprise, Jimmy's girlfriend was the head cheerleader, Mary Chauvin. The only time she wasn't on his arm was when he was on the field or in the shower (and some folks wondered about her being the shower with him). In truth, they had been sweethearts since they met in a kindergarten sand box and Mary was as perfect a match for Jimmy as anyone could imagine. The only question was whether or not they going to get married before they went to college. 

Now, about that car: Jimmy's dad had realized very early that a star football player needed appropriate wheels and when Jimmy was 13 his dad started restoring a 1950s vintage convertible. By the time Jimmy got his learner's permit the car looked like a pretty good restoration, but the summer before his senior year he and his dad had tricked it out with state-of-the-art everything. The first day of school Jimmy arrived driving the hot rod freshly painted in the Horsemen's colors of orange and purple. Every girl in school turned green with envy when Mary hopped in for the first ride.

Jimmy had the college scouts busy at every game his senior year and the last home game of the year fell on Halloween night. As was the tradition, there was a bonfire for the whole community after the game and that's where the story of the wrecked car really begins. The cheerleaders waited patiently for their victorious boyfriends to emerge from the locker room and pile into cars heading for the bonfire. Jimmy and Mary in the two seat convertible lead the way followed by Jimmy's number one receiver and best friend Tommy in a pickup truck loaded with other players and their dates.

A mile from the field Mary announced that she was going to change into her sweat shirt and pulled off her cheerleader top. The CB radio lit up and Tommy's voice crackled through the speaker, "Hey, QB, what's goin' on up there?"

Jimmy and Mary grinned at each other as she paused to let him see her in her black sports bra. Jimmy grabbed the microphone to answer, "Nuthin' much, buddy. Mary's just changing her shirt."

"Well, keep your eyes on the road!" Tommy shot back.

"10-4" was Jimmy's last pronouncement in the world of the living.

A white sedan driven by a drunken fool careened through a stop sign and into the oncoming traffic. Jimmy saw it and turned hard to his right but the sedan matched his move and plowed head on into the convertible. Tommy slammed on his brakes and his passengers sat awe struck at the sight before them.

*

You can imagine the effect the deaths of Jimmy and Mary had on the community. Needless to say the team did not do well in the play-offs that year. The drunk driver walked away from the crash without a scratch but did ten years in the state penitentiary for vehicular manslaughter. 

Buddy's grandfather owned the local junkyard and wrecker service that hauled the convertible in that night. He was the one who decided to turn it into a monument instead of salvaging it. He put it near the front of his property, two hundred feet in front of the junkyard fence so it would be a warning to the community of drunk driving's consequences.

The following year someone, widely believed to be a freshman football player, came to the car the night before Halloween and repainted the orange and purple school colors on the wreck. Against all expectations, the following week the football team cinched the district championship. Thus it became a tradition to repaint the car each year and the task was assigned to the freshmen.

Buddy invited me to watch the repainting the first Halloween after we met. When I arrived at the junkyard he ushered me to a gap in the stacks of wrecked cars where a hole in the wooden fence provided an unobstructed view of the death car. Grinning, he showed me a switch connected to a series of car batteries.

"When they finish painting, these guys will get a surprise!" Buddy hinted. "Now, just be quiet and wait."

About 11 PM they arrived: Four freshman football players in their white road jerseys, each carrying a can of paint and a brush. Without a word they surrounded the car and went to work, like blue ghosts under the mercury vapor street light.

"Wait for it..." Buddy said. 

In a few minutes the boys stepped back to look at their work.

"Now!" Buddy whispered as he turned the switch.

Six sets of headlights in the tops of the stacked wrecked cars sprang to life and horns all over the lot began honking. Focused in the headlights, the four freshmen dropped their paint and brushes and ran, leaving four trails of urine on the ground behind them.

Buddy switched off the lights and disconnected the batteries.

"You saw it, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yeah," was all I could muster. As long as I've known Buddy, we have never spoken of what we saw that night. As far as I know he never hooked up the lights and horns again.

When the lights came on two figures had been visible on the car, sitting quietly as if enjoying each other's company. A young woman in a black sports bra and orange cheerleader's skirt sat under the right arm of a young man in blue jeans and a purple St. Louis Horsemen home football jersey. I got the feeling that they wanted to say "thank you" to the freshmen. 



Halloween Carnival



He brought me up then, to capture my nipple in his mouth, to hold it in his teeth, to tease and to pinch. I was in another realm, off the ground, being supported by this man who was not really a man at all, it seemed. I did not fear falling. I only feared the dark, the feeling I felt. I feared the things I expected. 

Bringing me back down on the sword of his cock, he pumped harder, in a faster rhythm until I cried out with the pleasure of it. Holding me tight against his hips, he was still for a moment, then shuddered, groaning loudly and thrusting once into me. He came then, releasing into me his hot milky fluid that filled me and gave me an unsettling warmth. When his pleasure was finished, he held me close to him, like…like a lover. I cried against his chest, the reality coming over me. 

Quickly, I kissed him and said, "Let me clean up."

He only looked at me.

I touched the ground again. I went to the jug of tea that was sitting on the floor and I uncapped it, taking a long, slow drink. Realizing my thirst in the heat, I drank a quarter of the jug in one gulp, then drank more. Feeling a little better, I went to the hose and thought about how I would help this man…this slave whom had no name. I would have to pretend I had not seen him. Or that I approved of it. Perhaps the latter would be easier. 

Taking the hose to my legs, washing away the sticky fluids on my thighs, I considered leaving that night. Where would I go? There was nowhere to go. But there was a truck. I could hot wire it maybe. I had luck stealing my boyfriend's car, why not this one. I could come back for the man with the authorities. It all sounded right. I just had to do it.

My skin felt cleaner, but the feminine folds of my vagina were still sticky with semen and my own juices. I turned the hose to myself to wash this away too.

"Let me…" he said. I did not protest.

Coming close to him, I stood in front of him and felt his hands move my legs apart. I closed my eyes, feeling his lips against the dark curling hairs of my pubis. His fingers opened the soft lips and his tongue found the passage of my core and lapped at the flesh there. Slowly, he cleaned the sensitive folds of me, licking in long and studied strokes, taking his own seed from me. I luxuriated in the feeling of this, wanting it never to stop. I felt dizzy. I felt drunk. I wanted more.

Holding to my hips with gentle hands, he pushed his tongue inside of me then out again. I weakened. I felt my head spin. I lowered to the ground, not sure I could support myself. A dizziness that was overwhelming took me. 

Darkness.

* *** * *** *

Light.

I was not sure where I was. My head felt like a baloon had been inflated inside it and I was floating, floating like a cloud of heaviness. Cool cement. It seemed familiar, but something else…chains. My wrists were bound, my ankles, my waist wrapped in something. My mouth was gagged with a rubber ball and a strap. I jolted, memory returning. 

He was there, the mystery lover I had taken in the barn, and I was in the barn. Things were the same about him, only he was being moved. 

Sam and Miriam and two strong looking men were taking him out of the barn. I tried to remain quiet, I tried not to scream against the gag. It would not help me. I could not stand. I was attached to the wall, much as he had been. I looked to the side of me, hot tears streaking down my face. There was the hose, the small backpack I had brought with me, the tea jug…the tea jug! It made sense, frightening, insane sense. The tea I had guzzled had been drugged with something. I had passed out. They had chained me.

A sense of surrealistic panic rose in my throat like bile. Miriam came through the door of the barn where I lay on the floor, her milky ghost of an eye searing me with static. 

"You're a pretty little thing, yes, sure thing." She said and smiled almost warmly. Almost.

"You are going to be a popular girl. The Carnival pays good for girls that look like you. I'll make a pretty penny. Ya see Carnival is in Vegas this year. Well, I promised we'd get ya to Vegas by Halloween night, didn't I?" she laughed, cruelly at her private joke.

Her cold, bony hands, unusually cold and thin for a plump woman, touched my hip, then she pried my knees apart and to my horror, she plunged a long scepter of a finger into my vagina. I closed my eyes. I cried. I did not believe this was real. She tickled my clitoris, trying to tease it to come out of hiding. To my ultimate horror, it did. She delighted,

"See girl! You'd do good at Carnival. Sam wasn't sure, but I knew! Well, you'll be in Vegas by tonight alright. Sure thing girl, sure thing."

Her back turned to me and I saw her dry her hand absently on the skirt of her matronly dress. The door opened again and the men came for me, their hands lifting me up over their heads. They were taking me out to the truck, putting me in the back and shutting a hull over me, trapped in a box that felt like a coffin. I screamed then. I screamed all the way to Vegas. All the way to Carnival.



Halloween Celebration



Hello, my name is Dan. Last year, my wife Kelli & I decided to throw a Halloween costume party with some friends of ours. A lot of preparation was put into both the party as well as in deciding on our costumes. I put together a great Scottish highlander outfit, complete with a kilt. Kelli went with the traditional "sexy cat" outfit that was comprised of cat ears, a tail, a hot little black leotard, & fish net stockings. She also was going to have whiskers painted on her face. 

Kelli's younger sister, Joanne, had driven to our place from her home 500 miles away and would be staying with us for the weekend. I hadn't seen it yet, but she told us she planned to wear a french maid's outfit. We had invited a couple dozen friends to come including Kelli & Joanne's other sister, Monika, who lived just across town from us. Monika was Kelli's older sister by a couple of years. My best friend Ben & his wife Kathy were also going to be coming. 

The day had finally arrived and Joanne was already at our house. I went to pick up the kegs of beer (as well as other bottles of hard alcohol) at the store. Kelli made all the food & snacks and put up all the decorations. Joanne meanwhile set up the stereo equipment & made ready the dance floor in our basement. 

That evening, we all three started getting ready for the party. As we got dressed in our costumes, Kelli looked seductively sexy in her 'cat' outfit. I told her that I couldn't wait to get at her later in the evening. She just swayed her tail at me & told me that once the guests had left, then I had better look out because she was a pussy in heat. We both laughed at her joke.

Joanne rapped lightly on our door & asked if she could come in. 

"Sure", her sister yelled back. Joanne came in and I saw her maid costume for the 1st time. WOW! Her skirt just barely was long enough to cover her ass and her top showed a great deal of cleavage. I tried hard not to stare. 

"What's so funny?" she asked, having heard our laughter as she approached the door. "Inside joke", I replied. "Does it have anything to do with that dress that you're wearing?" she responded. 

I immediately snapped back to her humor by saying "It's not a dress! It's called a KILT." Kelli jumped in & said that she thought I looked sexy in it. I thanked her for her defense against her sister's wise-cracks. As the two of them left the room, I made one last final adjustment to my costume by removing my underwear from under my kilt. After all, real men go natural when wearing a kilt, right?

I went out and joined the girls in waiting for our guests to arrive. The first to arrive was Monika. Once again, WOW! Monika was decked out in a cheerleader's uniform that just about had me drooling and made me second guess my decision to not wear anything under my kilt. "If this keeps up", I thought to myself, "then it could get really dangerous for me under the old tartan material". 

A quick rundown of these sisters for you all. My wife Kelli & her sister Joanne are both VERY cute little dolls, both with dark hair, Kelli's is long & Jo's is shoulder length. Neither of them are very tall, but both have hot bods. Their sister Monika, however, doesn't even look like she's related to the other two. Monika is a tall, long legged hottie with long, blonde hair. Over the years, I've taken many a lingering glance at my two sisters and tonight with the three sisters all decked out in alluring costumes, my thoughts became dirty real fast.

Back to the party, another 8 or so guests arrived within the next twenty minutes. We had a clown, a football player, a pirate, a soldier, an ape, a "Baywatch" lifeguard, a "naughty" nurse, a ballerina, and even a couple of space aliens. My friend Steve (the pirate) had brought along his new, ex-stripper girlfriend who was definitely not shy as she was scantily clad in a VERY revealing genie costume. Underneath her shear, full body suit you could easily see that she wore a very tiny string bikini top and a g-string bikini bottom. I couldn't believe how sexy all of my female guests had dressed. It must have had to do with the unusually warm temps for that time of year. Normally we have snow falling down during Halloween, but this year it was in the high 70's. 

Several more guests arrived until finally Ben & Kathy showed up. Ben was dressed in superhero tights, complete with a cape. The front of his costume had a big "B" on it. 

Ben exclaimed "Ben-Man is here to save the day." Kathy smacked him on the arm & told him to stop acting like a dumbass. She then proceeded to take off the over-coat/jacket she wore over her costume. I have to say this one last time - WOW! Kathy was wearing small cloth cavewoman's dress. After hanging her jacket up, she took off her sandals & shook her hair wildly to finish the wild, cavewoman look. Kathy is a little spitfire of a girl with long brown hair, glasses, and an amazing ass that I've checked out once or twice. Barefoot, without her glasses on, wild "I just got fucked" hair, and that tiny little loin clothe on her tiny little sexy frame made her look just great & I started to fantasize about my best bud's girl.

Now that everyone was here, we started to cut loose. The music was blasted & most everyone was dancing. Everyone was drinking pretty heavily as well. It was a great time and we all had a ton of fun. The party went strong all night until about 2 am when most of the guests had to take off for home. Shortly the bash had dwindled down to just me & Kelli, Ben & Kathy, Joanne, and Monika. We all sat down around the kitchen table and talked about our wild party adventures of the past. The six of us played quarters for about an hour. We were all getting VERY drunk and had started to get loud & crazy. 

Joanne left for a few minutes and returned with a Twister board. Everyone cheered at the idea except for Kathy who looked a bit nervous for some reason. Ben noticed her look & told her 

"Hey baby, it's ok, don't worry about it and have a great time." I didn't know for sure why she was so nervous or what they were talking about, but she smiled and said "alright" and I forgot about the whole deal. We laid down the board & got started. After we had been playing for a little while & got twisted up together pretty good, the mood of the evening was becoming more heated. All about me I was being crowded & pressed by lovely ladies, all wearing very suggestive outfits.

My head was pushed near Joanne's ass and with her tiny maid's dress, I could only see panties. She looked so good, I wanted to bite her butt right then, but kept my control. Monika's slender legs were wrapped around my body somehow as she attempted not to fall while stepping to a red circle. I was beginning to worry that my ever growing hard-on I was developing was going to soon show against my kilt.

It was at this point of the game that I finally saw why Kathy had been so nervous & reluctant to play Twister before. As she squatted in her awkward Twister position, her cavegirl dress had ridden up just enough for me to see that she (much like myself) was not wearing any underwear under her costume. No wonder she had a "just been fucked" look on her when she arrived, before they got here, I'm guessing that Ben got himself a little. I could make out the hair & flesh of her exposed pubic area.

I think I was the only one in a position to see it & when I looked up from the curious attention I was giving her, I saw her looking at me. BUSTED. Feeling a bit guilty I looked away, but when my eyes drifted back up & returned to her, she made eye contact with me and just smiled a knowing grin. As we continued playing, I kept trying to get a better look at Kathy and if I didn't know any better, I'd guess that she was trying to flash me better views of herself. I was really enjoying our little secret and was disappointed when Ben fell down & collapsed the bunch of us, bringing the game to an end. My stiffy was pressed against the leg of my wife after we fell. She turned back to me as she got up & gave me a big smirk. She whispered to me "meow", in reference to our earlier talk.

As I got up, I made eye contact again with Kathy. Once I was sure that my wife was busy talking to her sisters & Ben, I began getting myself up. As I did so, I made a point to give Kathy a quick look up my kilt and at my hard cock. She gave me another knowing grin & lightly licked at her lips. She was obviously getting aroused by our little game.

Once I stood back up, I headed into the living room & straight to the sofa to sit down. My cock was pressing firmly against my kilt and I didn't want others to see the obvious bulge. As the others entered the room after me, I noted that Ben also had a bulge showing through his tights. I thought to myself, "at least I'm not the only one excited by these sexy women".

Ben & Kathy sat on the other end of my sofa & the 3 sisters sat on the floor right by us. Monika was the closest of the 3 to me, sitting just a few feet away. We all kicked back a few more drinks & talked a bit until Kelli asked what we should do next. I thought to myself "strip poker", but wasn't brave enough to voice the idea. Ben suggested several more drinking games, but was voted down by the girls who felt they should slow down on the drinking.

Monika then blurted out "How about a game of Dare?". 

"What's Dare?", I asked. 

"It's like Truth or Dare", she said "but with only the dare part." 

"What!" Kelli half-heartedly objected. Her sisters & Kathy talked her into though and to my surprise, my normally conservative wife said that she guessed that if they all wanted to play, then she was willing as well. All of the girls' inhibitions seemed to be falling away. 

"I feel like I'm back in high school again", I remarked. 

"Don't you mean jr. high?", Ben retorted. We all laughed. We decided that we would each draw a card out of a deck to see who had the high & low cards (ties to redraw). High card gets to make the dare & low card has to take it. 

The game, as expected, started out slow with several rounds of stupid & silly dares. It wasn't until about 10 minutes into the game that it started getting interesting. It was my fault, well - kinda. I had the high card & Monika had the low card. I told her to give us a cheer in her cheerleader character. She gave me a jokingly pissed off look and told me to 'kiss her ass'. I said I wouldn't unless I was dared to. She got up and did her cheer. It was good for a laugh of two.

On the next round though, I lost and Joanne won. Joanne said to Monika, "Well sis, you asked for it, now you'll get it." She then told me my dare was to kiss Monika's ass. Everyone busted up laughing. I leaned over to kiss her on her pleated backside when Joanne interrupted and said I had to lift her skirt up first. I glanced at Kelli who was just laughing at the whole deal. So, I lifted the back of her cheerleading skirt & leaned in for the kiss. This was not fair at all, Monika had as nice an ass as you can imagine & here I was planting a big, wet one right on it. After my kiss, we went through a string of ass kissing dares throughout the next few rounds.

Kathy had won a round in which Monika had lost. Already knowing my situation, Kathy said, "Well Monika, why don't you find out for us what a Scotsman really wears under a kilt by giving Danny a kiss on his ass." Kathy gave me that sly grin again as both Monika & I looked over at Kelli. 

Kelli just yelled out in her drunken state, "Get to it guys!". Monika slid her head up under the back of my kilt and kissed my bare backside. While doing so, her spare hand settled on my inner thigh, making my cock spring up a bit, catching her attention. 

After she was done, Kelli asked her, "well, what do Scotsman wear under their kilts?". 

Monika just smiled & said, "if you want to know, then you'll have to find out for yourself." I nodded in agreement & laughed at the attention I was getting as well as the curiosity of my wife.

The next hand, I lost & Joanne won. 

"Alright Danny, we all want to know, so pull up that kilt so we can all see", she commanded. The game was definitely headed to a new level now. I stood up & pulled my kilt up for the whole group to see. My hard cock popped to the awe of the group. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed by the hard-on or glad it wasn't all shrunken down & small. Kelli meowed at me and bragged about my cock to the other girls who were intently watching my swollen member. They all just clapped at my show. I sat back down and threatened that they're all gonna get it now & something about the kid gloves being off next time I win a hand.

The next round, Kathy won & Ben lost. Kathy told her hubby that since poor Danny had shown off his dick to everyone, that now it was his turn to show the girls that Super-Ben also has a super cock, as she put it. Ben protested lightly but finally stood up & pulled down his spandex pants and out sprung his dick. Kathy, just like Kelli, made a point to brag about her man's stiff dick. The girls again clapped, enjoying the show. Ben sat down afterwards & I didn't feel so bad about having had to expose myself. 

As luck would have it, I won the next hand and my victim was Kathy. She bit her lip a bit knowing that something bad was probably coming. I went over to the stereo & turned up the music. I told her to give her husband a lap dance. Ben got a big smile and made himself comfortable. I smirked at Kathy, knowing that in the span of her dance that we would all probably see a bit of her private parts peaking out from under her dress. 

She started to dance for him, swinging her hips back & forth. As she danced by Monika, I could tell from the look on my sister's face that she had now seen that Kathy wore nothing under her costume. From out of nowhere, Joanne had come up with a $5 bill and was waiving it in the air. Kathy got on all fours and crawled over to where Joanne was sitting. The whole crawl over there I had perfect view of her wet snatch. She did a little dance for Jo & then crawled back to her husband. As she crawled back, I knew that the view I had a moment ago, Jo & Kelli now had. I looked at them as I saw them stare at her exposed pussy. Kelli gasped a bit & Joanne let out a little whistle at Kathy's ass. Kathy shook her rear at Jo in appreciation. 

All three sisters now looked aroused by the events. I looked over to Kelli who looked back at me with a glazy look on her face. I just meowed at her to which she licked her lips at me & meowed back. 

Kathy was on Ben's lap grinding against him hard, she looked my way and said, "you did say a lap dance right?". 

I just nodded and watched as her cavewoman's loin clothe rode up almost to her waist, giving us all an easy view of her bare ass & pussy as it was writhing up & down her husband's bulging tights. The single strap of her costume had slid off her shoulder & down her arm. I thought I could see the top edge of her nipples start to show. We all watched intently to the show she was putting on. I noticed Monika's hand drift under her cheerleader's skirt once & casually run past the front of her panties. 

"Well, I guess that's good", I announced to everyone’s disappointment. Kathy slid down off of Ben's huge bulge & the game continued.

Kelli won & Joanne lost. Kelli told Jo to get into her roll as a french maid & to dust with her feather duster, BUT she also told her, that like any good french maid, she needs to show us some ass. Jo walked around us all, bending over often & shaking her exposed panties back and forth. I joked with her that I remember them from our Twister game. She just turned her butt to me & pulled her panties tight so that they rode up into her crack like a g-string & shook her ass some more. After a couple of minutes more of 'dusting', she sat back down. Not a great dare considering the way the game had been going. I was fearing that the game was about to go back to being boring again until luck ran my way again and I won the next round.

Both Monika & Joanne tied for the low card. I told them not to bother redrawing because they could both take my dare. They both agreed but probably wouldn't have if they had known my plans for them. 

"I told you that you'd all be paid back" I said, "since Kathy, Ben & I have all shown off our goods, then it's now your turns", I continued. "Why don't you two slip your panties out from under your skirts", I finished. They both got up after some mild protesting & each reached up under their costumes and slid down their panties. I couldn't see much due to their short skirts still covering most of them, but I saw enough. YEAH! This was turning out to be one hell of a party.

I now noticed that Kathy was sitting with her cunt exposed, obviously no longer worried about modesty at this point. Her right hand was rubbing the front of Ben's pants. It made me wish I was sitting next to Kelli.

Without even waiting to draw, Jo & Monika complained that everyone had shown off their privates except for Kelli. Jo said that it was Kelli's turn to show us something. I wasn't so sure how she was going to, considering that the outfit that she wore was a one piece leotard. She looked over at me nervously & I gave her a reassuring smile & blew her a kiss.

"C'mon!" her sisters demanded. She stood up & turned her back to face us. She slid her arms free of the top of her costume & slid it down to about mid-crack of her bottom. She ran one arm across her breasts & then turned around to face us. The very top of her pubic hair was exposed and she dropped her arms to her sides for a moment, giving us a great shot of her bare breasts.

After the moment had passed she covered her breasts again with her arm & turned back around again. Before she pulled her outfit back up, she waged her 'tail' at us and meowed again. This time when she meowed, she really did sound like a cat in heat. She then pulled it back up to cover her breasts, but didn't redo the arm/shoulder straps before sitting back down. As she resumed her place, I saw that I could now see a great view up the maid uniform on Joanne. I couldn't tell before, but it was now very clear that Jo's pussy was clean shaven, not a single wisp of hair. I looked over at Ben & Kathy and saw that while he was also checking out the view of Jo's clean shaven pussy, Kathy had sipped her hand just inside the top of his pants & was rubbing his cock slowly. She saw that I was aware of her actions & pumped him a bit faster.

Somehow, the game resumed, though I'm not sure what could happen next. Kathy won he draw & the dare went to Kelli. Kathy told her that she needed to come sit by her husband and give him the attention he deserves. Kelli got up & sat next to me. Kathy reached over Kelli and grabbed her hand, placing it on the lump where my cock was obviously pressing upward against the material of my costume. Kathy then moved Kelli's hand up and down my hard-on until Kelli was rubbing it herself. Kathy moved back over & resumed the same action on Ben. This stroking was making me hard as concrete & I wanted to moan aloud but held back.

We drew again and Kathy won a second hand in a row. Monika had the low card. Kathy told Monika that Kelli needed a hand with her dare & that she should help her out. I think I just about passed out right then. Monika slid up on the sofa and sat next to me on the opposite side of my wife. She moved her hand over to where Kelli's hand was rubbing the front of my kilt and began to rub along with her. The two lovely ladies ran their fingers over & along my throbbing cock as they had been told. I wanted to pull up my kilt & free my rod from his confines, but once again restrained myself.

I looked at poor Joanne sitting on the floor by herself and told her, "say Jo, I bet that Kathy could use some help herself over there with Ben". 

"You bet I could", Kathy added. Joanne got up & went to the far end of the sofa and sat next to Ben. Now, all six of us were on the sofa, with 2 of the girls each rubbing us guys' cocks through the outsides of our costumes. I'm pretty sure at this point that the game could be considered over.




Halloween Celebration



Edited by Shelves


She was wearing just a little makeup. It easily improved the circles under her eyes, her slightly paler complexion and shaded cheekbones that made her sweet face look thin and but still very pretty.

She was wearing Gothic colors. She wore a thin, almost transparent black skirt in a worn out material with small tears here and there. The transparency was offset by the skirt's length that went down to the ankle. I could clearly see the lace edge on the slightly thicker white petticoat she was wearing beneath. Luckily, she was wearing that petticoat; otherwise she would have frozen even more out in the November cold.

She was shaking in the cold with her arms tightly wrapped around her body. Her shapely tits were highlighted by a tight and very small black cotton tank top under a slightly larger translucent white T-shirt. Every now and then her shirt rose up and showed her flat belly and cute little belly button. Her shirt were fashionable for accentuating the fashionably accentuated her narrow waist. She had on black tight, glitter white short socks and stylish worn black shoes with a short slender heel.

Her outfit suited her well. She looked very feminine. She triggered my fantasies and I almost had to restrain myself from "accidentally" get to meeting her in the small group that gathered at the train station for the Halloween party. We had mutual friends, we had probably talked a few times and if I had had some time, I probably would have remembered her name but she had to remind me: Jenna.

She was 18, a few years younger than me. These days she was damn sexy, but oddly enough, I had never really thought of her in that way before. She was as playful and full of pranks as I remembered her. During the walk to the party, a friend decided to decorate his outfit with a pile of colorful autumn leaves from the ground, a few of us laughed at several scary stories from our childhood and scared a few kids who were out trick or treating. 

In the same stretch, I tripped twice because my mind was preoccupied with studying Jenna's beautiful body instead of watching my step. I noticed that I was not the only one tripping over my dick. When she and a girlfriend were giggling a step ahead of the rest of us, my friend Eddie bumped into me. "So you've already decided who to bet on tonight?"

I looked away and hoped that my feelings have not been so obvious.

"Huh? And you are not going to try with all these hotties when we get a chance?" He joked.

I played along. "Lucky for you, you have a mask, so maybe you can get someone good-looking this time."

Although we both laughed, I did not feel particularly confident, and when by the time we arrived at the party, I had lost track of both Jenna and her friend.

There were plenty of people. Plenty of chicks, as Eddie said. Some used the Halloween dress-up as an excuse to dress sexy; some were simply dressed sexy anyway. Eddie looked around for a moment before selecting a little blonde to talk to. I got bored, however, and soon went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, more to have something to do than because I was thirsty. A few steps from the door, I heard voices from inside a bedroom.

"...He was watching you!" I caught the end of a conversation.

"Ha ha! No? Are you kidding?" I heard Jenna's voice.

I wished I had been able to continue listening but they had already heard my steps so I had to go back to the living room. I was hoping that they were not talking about me, which would be so embarrassing if she found out what I thought about her. Though in a way, I hoped that it was me they were talking about. Jenna sounded pretty happy when she heard whatever she she was told. In that case, of course it could definitely not be me...

After a half a second's hesitation I went back to the hall and pushed open the door, pretending to be surprised to see them there. I realized how exaggerated my facial expression must have looked like with my blushed cheeks. They could not keep from laughing and I blushed even more.

"Hello," Jenna said and jumped from her seat on the table that was full of make-up stuff, "would you like to wear makeup?"

"Uh," I said. “Makeup?”

"Well, I can get paint some blood on you," she said, "It IS Halloween."

I could not really think, perhaps because of her voice, perhaps because of the smile, so I said yes without really knowing what I was getting myself into.

I sat on a chair while she sat on the table again, dangling her legs while she picked out a number of lipsticks and a jar of pale powder.

She was so sweet and she moved so gracefully, easily and effortlessly, despite the long skirt. She seemed so free when she laughed and jumped around. Not at all like me who could not relax for a second, especially with her so close to me. It wouldn't take much of a stretch to touch her nice tits, her slender waist, or her soft thighs. I was lucky that there was a table top between us; otherwise she might have been able to see what was happening to my cock when I thought of it.

"Close your eyes," she ordered.

It was wonderful to feel her soft hands in my face. They moved in gentle circles around my eyes, across my cheeks and neck. I could not help but shudder with pleasure.

She asked if I wanted to have streaks of blood or bruises and showed me examples of both on her own skin. She looked really fabulous, like a princess locked in a tower to be beaten by a monster.

"What do you think?" I asked. Actually, I did not care so much about how I would look as the feel of her hands touching me again.

She pulled back and looked like she was scrutinizing at me with a thoughtful expression. I don’t think overly much about my appearance. I was thin, not directly fit. If I had known that she would be looking at me so closely, I would have spent many more hours in the gym. I was pleased with tonight's outfit - black shirt, designer jeans and a modern stylish gel tousled hair style.

"Should I go with a few little blood streaks Paula?" She said turning to her friend who had stopped on the way out of the room. The friend stood there texting on her cell phone.

"He's a dangerous type, you mean?" Paula said jokingly, "Then maybe I should not leave you two alone."

"No problem," laughed Jenna," I will paint him a little bruised too so he looks a little wimpy."

The silence after the girls' bright laughter became much more apparent now when I was alone with Jenna in the room. I tried desperately to think of something that did not sound too silly to say.

"Your outfit looks really beautiful on you," I managed to say after a while.

"Thanks," she said, and certainly looked to be pleased to hear it.

"It is really nice."

"So you like girls with bruises all over their arms," she smiled as she stroked the little red lipstick on one of her nails and then pulled it against my skin to form blood streaks.

"No, it that wasn’t what I meant;" I began, blushing, though I knew she was just teasing me. I was so lousy at being funny. Finally, I mumbled some words out of my mouth.

"You look really good."

"Thanks," she smiled again, "you'll look great when I'm finished."

She was finished too quickly. When we came out with the other guests, she was immediately occupied by people who knew her better than me and hugged her when they greeted her. I looked away and was both jealous of them and angry at myself for not having taken advantage of my time with her. I was looking for Eddie, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Presumably, he had better luck than me. It was always him that the girls liked the best, but hHe was simply not as shy as me either. What would I do then? Why would Jenna see me in that way? How could I know that she did not already have a boyfriend?

While I drank a few beers, I continued to look for Eddie and tried to avoid looking towards Jenna and her group of girlfriends, because. I did not dare to go there. I thought she looked unusually often in my direction quite often, but that was clearly wishful thinking. In the end I decided that I had to try. She and a mixed bunch of people, some of whom I at least recognized some of, had settled down into a sitting area. I went there and pressed myself in, smiling at Jenna. She smiled back. Oh well, it was better than nothing. The topic - movie - suited me and, with two other nice guys, I began to mimic scenes and story lines, together with two other nice guys. Jenna sat mostly quiet, but laughed her irresistible laugh. We slipped into the topic of horror movies and I found out that, in honor of Halloween, we were going to be watching lots of horror movies.

I was not the only one who did not know about it. My two movie imitation buddies got eager to see if they had started with a good movie in the other room. I was also excited but decided to keep Jenna company.

"Are you coming?' I asked her while I stood.

She was hesitant, she said she would have nightmares, but she followed me when I whispered in her ear "I will protect you."

It felt good to say so, and to my excitement, it looked like she appreciated my comment.

People were surrounding the couch in the unexpectedly large movie room. Almost all the seats were occupied, but we managed to find some space on a couch near the wall. Jenna placed her body close to mine and I felt horny again. Damn, she was fine when she pulled her legs up under herself to sit comfortably. Damn, I longed to feel her body against mine. 

She turned out to be just as scared as she said she would be. She winced at the slightest sound, holding her hands over her eyes when the music signaled danger. Her soft vulnerability appealed to me more than I expected, perhaps because it differed so much from her usually so self-assured manner. In any case, I gave me a fantastic excuse to put my arm around her to comfort her. She didn't push me away. On the contrary, she moved closer to me and rested her thighs against mine. She tore her eyes from the screen and looked briefly in my eyes; she did not seem prepared that for my eyes would to be there to meet hers. I looked quickly away when it happened. I saw inform the corner of my eye, the way of that her gaze, returned to my face again and again., in the direction of my face.

During a particularly scary scene, she curled up against me, and I dared to gently pat her hand that was resting on my knee. She grabbed my hand and our hands began to move around each other in a gentle and caressing manner. She had so silky soft hands. I could not help but fantasize about how they would feel somewhere else.

I expanded my touch to include her arm and she did the same. I let my other hand touch her thighs in the same manner as the first touch by moving it in a careful pattern up and down her leg. By now, we were not paying attention to the movie. Her slender fingers found their way up my neck and into my hair. She moved her head against mine and I was not slow to contribute to the movement as soon as I realized what she wanted. Our lips met and we let our tongues play with each other. She was a good kisser, probably much better than me. Nevertheless, she interrupted the kiss and stopped moving.

Somehow she sat more or less on top of me. I understood the annoyed amused glances from the other people sharing the couch. We sat there with our arms around each other until the movie stopped. She closed her eyes, rested her head on my chest, as if she was listening to my heart. Her hands had crept up under my shirt and were stroking my back, arms and chest with gentle graceful movements. I played with her hair, letting the beautiful blonde curls slip between my fingers. Her hair smelled good and it was not just the perfume. I let my hands follow the trace of her back, down over the hips and ass. I felt incredibly fortunate to have her in my arms and the perfect shape of her body filled me with desire.

When the other movie ended, we sat there until most of the party goers disappeared. She looked up at me with a sexy smile and said:

"Maybe it's time to get out of here?"

"Sure," I said.

"I thought ..." she said with an exaggerated innocent expression," I live so far away..."

"My place is fairly close and I have a sleeping bag you could use." I said, hoping that I wouldn't need the sleeping bag that I didn't have.

"That works for me," she said and took my hand to lead me all the way out.

Apparently, many people thought it was a good time to leave the party and everyone tried to find their jackets at the same time, so it took a while before we came out from the hall. While we were waiting, I saw Eddie who pushed past the small group that had formed. He did not seem to have any plans for later and I wondered briefly if he would be offended if I left without him. But he smiled and gave me thumbs up when he saw that I had my arm around Jenna's waist. I really wanted to fuck her. She actually had more or less suggested that she would come home with me. At the same time, I was afraid to be too pushy, hence my lie about the sleeping bag.

The station was a short walk from the party. We did not have to wait long for the train, but the one time I was not the least impatient. I would have waited longer there with Jenna in the dark on a waiting room bench. Once on the train, it was difficult to know what we would do. True, it was not that crowded late at night, but it was enough bright and open enough to be too uncomfortable for making out like we did at the station. We sat in silence and let our fingers wander over each other's bodies, such as arms and face...

It was a short ride to my stop. I took advantage of the cold as an excuse to hold her close to me as we walked the three blocks to my flat. We shared shy smiles as I unlocked the door.

I was hoping this would be more than the occasional one-night stands that like my previous consisted of dates. As soon as I closed the door, she started to unbutton my shirt while I was stroking her alluring body. It made me so horny that I could barely breathe. Her breathing was also affected when I tried to remove her tight clothes. She had to help me pull the top and shirt over her head.

When it came to undressing removing the other clothes, it was her turn to have problems with my belt while I easily pulled off her two skirts. Her firm ass felt hot in my hands. Soon, I had pulled off her panties. Meanwhile, she was tickling my stomach and back, and started teasingly slipping further and further into my underwear to feel how my cock grew. While she continued her arousing touch I snapped off her bra behind her back which landed in my lap until she pull her hands away letting it fall to the floor. She started kissing my neck and turned up to my mouth. Our tongues played hot and greedily with each other.

She let one hand follow the inside of my thigh upwards. She lightly massaged my cock and put both of her hands on my scrotum. She smiled at my gasps while she massaged me again and again. I held her tight. I could not get enough of her the gorgeous soft body that I touched with my hands.

Finally, she pulled off my underwear and pushed me lightly but firmly down on my bed. She crawled up on me from the foot of the bed and rubbed her tits against my cock. She straddled me and sat on my stomach. I could feel the moisture from her pussy. I enjoyed massaging her plump, shapely tits when she leaned forward to kiss me. She started rubbing her body against mine, finally pressing her tits onto my chest. She slipped a hand up between my thighs again and pressed me against her body with the other one. All I ever wanted was to fuck her. I was in heaven when she let my hands play with all of her body. She finally grabbed my stiff cock and slipped it in between her beautiful warm thighs.

I tried to push deeper inside her. She pushed me gently away and sat up on me instead. Her pussy was soaking wet when my cock re-entered it. and Then she was easily sliding up and down on my cock. She was so incredibly beautiful and her whimpering was so tantalizing I could hardly believe it. I held her hips and we got quickly into a steady rhythm. Her pussy was the smoothest and most comfortable I've ever felt and I loved her moaning noises when I repeatedly penetrated deep into it.

Once I almost could not hold it back anymore, I asked her to stop.

"I do not want to come like this."

She started kissing my face, my neck and my chest.

"Do you want to take me from behind instead?" she asked.

"Oh, yes please" I replied.

She got up and knelt down, leaning with her hands against the wall. I looked at her pussy and she helped me to put my cock inside. I started thrusting harder into her and it felt possibly even more beautiful wonderful than before. I reached around to caress her tits and worked at a slower pace for a while. She was so wonderfully soft and smooth. When she asked me to love her harder, I thrusted harder into her pussy until she said that she was close to coming. Her muscles tightened around my cock and I understood that she came, so I allowed myself to finish. After some last quick sweet moments I came.

Panting, we slid down and rested in each other's arms. She kissed me softly on the cheek when we were lying down cuddling for a while. I decided that tomorrow I will give her cum for breakfast. Then I fell asleep with her lovely body tight against mine.



Halloween Celebration



Kathy pulled the top of Ben's penis out from the confines of his costume & her & Jo's hands were all over it. I started kissing Kelli with a savage fury. I felt Monika's other hand on my knee & then she moved it up my inner thigh under my kilt until it met up with my cock. She started to jerk my dick in her hand under the hem of my outfit. 

I looked over to Ben & saw that Jo was now sucking on his cock. Kathy started to move over our direction again as she had when she put Kelli's hand on my cock earlier. She reached over to Kelli & pulled down my wife's costume, freeing her breasts. I leaned down & sucked one of her boobs into my mouth. Kathy did the same to Kel's other breast. Ben was fingering Kathy from behind as he enjoyed his blowjob. With my left hand I reached to Kathy's costume & pulled the top of it down so that it was now completely rolled up around her waist. I then started to caress & pinch her nipples.

I moved my left hand down & slid it up under the front Monika's skirt. I rubbed my fingers across the slit of her hole and returned the favor her hand was doing to my cock. Kathy moved her mouth from the breast she was sucking on & joined me at Kelli's other nipple. Together our tongues danced in unison as we kissed each other passionately while sucking on Kelli's nipple.

After a while, I moved upright as I felt Monika leave her spot next to me & move down to the floor. She released her grip on my dick & totally undressed herself out of her cheerleader costume. I looked back at the action on Ben's side & saw that he was sucking on his wife's pussy while she held her backside in the air as she smothered herself on Kelli's breast. Joanne had removed most of her costume now and was still sucking on Ben's dick.

Kathy then pulled down Kelli's costume, leaving her in only her cat ears & her fishnet stockings. Kathy continued licking her breasts & started moving her tongue all over Kelli's body. My attention returned to my own pleasure as Monika moved in between my legs and undid my kilt. She proceeded to pull it off of me & laid it down in the pile of her own cloths. My cock was bouncing up & down, totally free for the first time since my brief show at the beginning of our game. She moved in close and wrapped her lips around my cock and started to suck me off. 

Kathy was now sucking rapidly on Kelli's pussy. Ben had now gotten up and repositioned Jo. She was bent over the edge of the sofa & Ben was fucking her from behind. She was moaning & Talking dirty as Ben stuck it to her, over & over again. Hearing her cry out in pleasure like she was just made the rest of us more excited.

Monika stopped the oral action she was giving me and moved up to sit on my lap. She ground her sopping wet lips (that she had been rubbing herself as she gave me my blowjob before) on my crotch and then reached behind and grabbed my cock. She guided the head into her wet waiting hole and I slid into her without any resistance. I reached my left hand back behind her & grabbed her ass cheek firmly as she began bucking her hips wildly as she fucked me. I slipped a finger up into her asshole as she rode me. It didn't take long before she was screaming herself up to her orgasm. I leaned in to her pushing the finger in her ass in deeper and sucked hungrily on her tiny, rock hard little nipples until her orgasm had run it's course. Totally spent, she rolled off me & curled up to my side. 

Kathy saw the opening on my lap & got up from Kelli's dripping pussy & moved over to me. It was obvious that my wife had gotten off from the tongue lashing she had received, just by the look on her face. Kathy climbed onto my cock and started off where Monika had just left off. I couldn't believe what was going on. I hadn't had sex with another woman since before I started dating Kelli 10+ years ago and here I was on my second new pussy of the night. A small (very small) stroke of concern hit me as I realized that I was fucking my friends wife right in front of him. The concern dissipated as soon as I looked in his direction just in time to see him pull his cock out of Joanne's orgasming cunt & blow his load all over onto her back & in her hair.

"I think I'm about to cum too!", I grunted. Kathy got off my cock & told Kelli to finish me off. Kelli climbed onto my monster & prepared to fuck me the rest of the way. With everyone watching, I started to cram my cock into my wife's cunt. Kathy slid up behind us and started licking both me & Kelli as we fucked. She licked Kelli's juices right off of my balls as they ran right out of Kelli's hole. Kathy then licked up & down from my asshole to Kelli's, all the while jamming three of her fingers into her own cunt as she did so. I couldn't take it any more and shot my wad up into my lovely wife's love canal.

We all laid there in a heap of flesh in exhaustion and started to fall asleep together. I though to myself, I can't wait until thanksgiving comes around, what do you think? Strip Poker?, Naked Twister?, oh' the possibilities. Before we zonked out, Kelli leaned up & whispered into my ear..."meow!".