Halloween Hijinks
mc; mf; Mf; ff; mf; Mf+; gdom; oral
Halloween is far and away my favorite holiday. And while many people say that, most with that sentiment are not yet old enough to drive. Growing up, it was an excuse to get dressed in a costume, get a boatload of candy, and pull pranks on the snotty neighbors. Ah, those good old days.
As I grew older, those activities became less and less viable. Costumes were never appealing enough, candy just meant more trips to the dreaded dentist, and even harmless pranks led to the police being called. Somehow those fun times just faded away. However, the mature me found a different silver lining.
When I moved into the mansion, basically isolated from other homes, I discovered no one walked up the dark deserted road to stop at the creepy house. When I say no one, I mean very few brave souls, perhaps a dozen kids a year. I could get away with a single bag of bite sized bars and still have a few left over. I may be well off, but I don't like throwing my money away. And that was the way I celebrated Halloween for years.
Then I met April McDonald, and my whole world turned upside down. Though I hadn't experienced Halloween with her, every other holiday involved a scheme leading to sex. And somehow, the eleven-year-old came out unscathed. I should not have expected something less on this, my favorite.
The grandfather clock struck six as I logged off my computer. It had been a stress-filled day with two major problems cropping up in two separate accounts. While my managers do a great job, sometimes I have to hold hands and unruffle feathers in person. That means travel either to their site or into the city. I hate being in the office.
Closing my eyes, I tried to meditate my problems away. Instead, I heard a knock at my front door.
I growled as I crossed the room. Six o'clock signals the time when newbie parents wheeled their barely crawling, still-in-diapers rugrat house to house dressed in their Mickey or Minnie onesies and expected candy handouts. Never mind that the kid is too young for solid food, let alone sweets. We all knew we were just feeding mom's or dad's sugar habit.
By seven, the elementary school students showed up, sometimes with their older siblings. They wear the store-bought fire-retardant-soaked mask-removed costumes from the trademarked ranks of superheroes, princesses, cartoon characters, or toy company products. Occasionally, you see a witch or ghost that harkens back to the holiday's roots. Nevertheless, seeing them flood the street provides a nice diversion.
Between eight and nine, the homemade costumes arrive, worn by preteens and teens who desire sweets and aren't yet jaded or too old to beg for them. They provided the most satisfying entertainment for my eyes, but rarely visited the mansion.
I hobbled over to the door, carrying the requisite candy-filled pumpkin bucket. I changed my scowl to a non-descript frown. No way would a smile grace my lips. Not this early at least. With that attitude, I opened the door.
"TRICK OR TREAT!"
There in front of me stood four figures, though they roved unrecognizable under their wig and masks. However, I suspected them to be my so-called nieces.
"Happy Halloween, Uncle Dave," said the girl in the blonde fright wig and white masquerade mask, confirming my suspicion. No disguise she wore could hide her identity from me. Though she remained eleven, her escapades this year aged me at least five years.
"Why, Miss McDonald, what a good look for you."
"Oh, fuck, you guessed who I was."
Even an old curmudgeon like me grows a smile when a little girl swears at him. "There's no one quite like you. So, who did you bring with you today? And what's up with your getups?"
While April had a unique outfit, the other three only differed in size in their full face bear masks. All four wore an oversized overcoat hiding the rest of their costume. The coats practically dragged on the ground as they were too long.
My only clue to the trio was the car that drove out of sight as I opened the door. Gus and Ginger Fowler had dropped off the kids, so I suspected one or two of the bears must be their offspring. "Well, I guess the shortest one is Autumn while the tallest is Julee. But the third…" I would have selected Lilah, their mutual friend, but she was a head taller. "I give up."
The trio pulled off their masks together. "Mae?" I said in my surprised voice.
"Hi, Uncle Dave."
"I haven't seen you since the spring. Not since…" The only encounter with Mae before had been orchestrated by a certain diabolical preteen. I turned to April. The smirk on her face made me change my question, at least for now. "Okay, I can see Goldilocks and the Three Bears. But I don't understand the overcoats."
The four girls broke out in giggles. "Let's show him," said April.
The foursome lined up across my porch and in unison unfastened their coats. Holding them closed, they exchanged glances, settling on April to lead them.
"You were right, almost." The girl jerked the coat open. "As you can see, I'm Goldy Locks." Around her body, she wore a web on golden chain links, held together by padlocks. One set formed a bra of sorts over her undeveloped breasts with the locks covering her pink nipples. The other set formed a belt with a bigger lock hanging down to obscure her pussy slit.
At first I figured she wore one of those nude body stockings. Then I realized the metal touched her bare skin.
"I'm Baby Bare," said Autumn, opening her coat to reveal a small bib barely covering her sternum and a diaper. Like April, she wore nothing else unless it was a little pink lip gloss to highlight her exposed areolas.
"I'm Mama Bare," said Mae, her reveal being a long white cooking apron tied behind her neck and around her waist. The caption on it read, "Bun in the Oven." Dipping her shoulder, I could make out the outline of her baby bump.
Before I could comment, Julee opened her coat. "I'm Papa Bare," she said proudly. I almost fainted. She wore a strap-on harness complete with an eight inch dildo hanging from it. And some of the same lip gloss as her sister.
All four stood frozen with their coats open, giving me ample time to study their outfits. Certainly not store-bought costumes. I couldn't say a thing, their minimalistic approach without another stitch to support them took my breath, and my entire moral fortitude, away.
"So, are you going to invite us in or what?" asked April. "It's getting cold out here."
"Sorry. Of course. Come in." I stepped aside to let them pass by me.
Just inside the door, the four discarded their coats in a pile by the stairs. They then put their masks back on, all the time their bare butts staring back at me. I was pleasantly surprised April had not made her belt into a thong. Links in the ass crack would have hurt. I enjoyed how Baby had her diaper cut to expose her cheeks. I also noticed that the apron string barely joined together at Mae's back. Her profile hardly resembled the preteen girl from six months before.
When they turned around, April held out a camera to me. "Uncle Dave, would you take some pictures of us? Please."
Sure," I said as I received the digital device. "But only if I get a set sometime."
For the next several minutes, I took pictures, both group and individual. Poses included one in the costume and with the costume altered. For instance, Goldy shifted the locks so you could see underneath. Baby lifted up her bib with her teeth to expose her chest. Mama undid the tie behind her neck and let the apron fall so her burgeoning tits stood out. Still, it was Papa jacking off her fake penis that got to me. No way should a thirteen-year-old girl be better hung than me.
As I photographed the Bares, April made herself at home in my kitchen. She fixed up three pitchers of punch and raided the pantry for anything edible with fingers. She brought in enough to feed an army.
"Got enough there, Goldy?"
"I hope," she said mysteriously.
With pictures done, we crashed on the couch with Mae sitting next to me. "How have you been?"
She sat there rubbing her bump through the apron. "Not too bad after the morning sickness stopped. That freaked out my parents at first, but they accepted the situation. Don't worry. I know it's yours, but I convinced Daddy he was responsible." She looked into my eyes as I cocked my head. "What? I really enjoy the sex with him. You really brought out the inner slut in me. I got really close to my parents, both of them. Thanks, Uncle Dave."
Blood surged through my nether regions. I had never been hugged and thanked for getting a former preteen pregnant before. "You're welcome."
I turned to Papa Bare who kept handling the dildo. "Does your mother know you have that?"
"Who do you think loaned it to me?" she replied. "BTW, she said if I got a chance, I should use it on you."
My eyes got wide as saucers. Now I knew how some of my dates felt. And I wondered where I'd left the lube. "So where did your parents run off to?"
"Some masquerade party, I think. They said they'll be by to pick us up around ten or will give us a call if we need to stay over."
I nodded my understanding. I liked my nieces to stay over.
We talked for a few more minutes until I heard a knock at the door. "Want me to get it?" asked the always helpful April.
"I don't think so." I rose and grabbed the bucket before opening the door.
"Trick or treat," said the Indian Princess standing across the threshold from me.
"You look stunning, Lilah." The statuesque girl wore a deer hide vest and matching mini skirt, both fringed and beaded. On her hip, she had a contrasting dark brown suede purse. Her beautiful long raven-black hair hung over her shoulders, masking the lack of a shirt under the vest. To top it off, she had a beaded headband. "I would have thought that wasn't politically correct enough."
"My mom helped me make it. It's similar to what she wears to PowWow, only hers isn't quite as revealing." She brushed her hair back on one side so I could see her small tit.
"Well, come on in and join the party. I think you know our gang."
As she crossed the threshold, I noticed the slit on the side of her skirt. "Stop a second. I have to inspect you." I lifted the hem in the back. "No panties? Not even a thong?"
"Who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky tonight like I did with Troy. Oh by the way…" She spun around and pulled something from her purse. "This is for you."
"A condom?" Was she telling me something?
"Take it. You see, I'm really an Indian Giver."
I rolled my eyes before gesturing to join the others.
"More pictures," screamed April as she handed the camera back to me.
I took a full set of images on a new memory card April had plugged in. Lilah posed, taking some safe ones for her family and others with the foursome for her own collection. These second group included her exposed tits and ass, plus her pussy. The vest ended up on top of the discarded overcoats.
As I took them, I got hornier by the click.
Before I could sit down to relax, the doorbell rang. Opening it I saw the daughter of the school board president. "Cassie?"
"Trick or treat, Uncle Dave."
I hadn't seen her since Columbus Day and hardly expected her to remember me. I recognized her under the light green coating of body paint on every millimeter of exposed skin, and most of the covered area as well. She had a similarly dyed sheet draped over one shoulder and wrapped around her waist. In her hands she held a book, also light green, along with a handbell.
"Welcome to the party, Cassie, but frankly, I don't get it."
She rolled her eyes at me. "It's so obvious. I'm the Statue of Liberty Bell. Grownups."
Before I could follow her inside, I heard more footsteps on the porch stairs. Two others from the play, a boy named Clyde who was the captain of the Nina and a girl named Belinda, one of the sailors, climbed the steps. "Trick or treat," they said together.
It took a second to recognize the issue. Clyde was in a very short cheerleader's outfit, while Belinda wore a football jersey as a dress. Both barely covered their privates.
"I won't even hazard a guess."
"Freaky Friday Football," they said together.
I shook my head and gestured inside. "Wait a second. I have to know." I lifted up the hem and saw his hairy ass. "As I thought. At least it wasn't too tiny of a pair of panties."
"Aren't you going to do mine?" asked the girl.
Resigned, I lifted the jersey to find the expected bare pussy. Very inviting, if not for the jealous hunk two feet away, staring at me. "Very nice."
She leaned close to me and whispered in my ear. "I want to thank you. I was so shy, but now I enjoy being promiscuous. If you know what I mean." With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"You're getting behind," nagged April as she snatched the camera from me. "And I don't mean getting a piece of her ass."
Fired from that position, I returned to the porch to greet new guests. I got to sit in my rocking chair for only a minute when more people in long overcoats arrived.
First a pair of girls I couldn't place. "Trick or treat," they said almost as one. "Do you remember us? Barbara and Kendyll."
The first one continued. "We were natives. But tonight we're Barbie and Ken."
"Want to see?" asked the other.
Of course, I nodded, and they flipped open their coats to show their bodies. Except for a flesh-colored strip of tape covering their labia, they wore nothing. "We're anatomically incorrect dolls. Just like in the package."
Other than Barbie being shaped more like Skipper, they were right. It brought back the day I stripped off a doll and became disappointed it was perfectly smooth down there.
"I'll assume you're here for a play date with the others. Go ahead in, but remember it's not your mansion, so leave my furniture alone."
As they entered, they each gave me a kiss on the cheeks. I instantly regretted not playing with dolls as a kid.
A few minutes later a trio of girls approached. Like the previous pair, I didn't recall their names. "Good evening. I'm the costume inspector. May I have your name and see the costume?"
Opening their outer garments, I saw the girls had objects strategically adhering to their bodies.
The first said, "I'm Chelsea, and I'm a Chick Magnet." She had a bra fashioned out of a split apart yellow ducky that acted as the cups while a matching ducky bib covered her lower region. Randomly she had fake tattoos of waterfowl on her skin.
"I'm Nessa," said the second, "and I'm a Troll Collector." She had a halter top with a wild haired Scandinavian creature over each nipple. Another one, suspended by his feet from a silver braided cord on her hips, covered her slit with his untamed fuchsia mane. They giggled as they headed inside.
"Can you top them?" I asked the third.
"Maybe," she said. "You see I'm Daphne, and I'm a Fan Dancer." Two computer circular fans masked her breasts, their supporting assemblies clipped to her nude-colored bra cups and wires ran to a battery in her shallow cleavage. Without her bikini top, her nipples would serve as the axel. Below, a folding fan over a hidden thong acted as her loincloth. For my entertainment, she swayed back and forth as she sashayed over the threshold.
"I'm not sure how much more I can take," I muttered. Bad puns and beautiful teens are my Achilles Heel.
Moments later, the crunch on the gravel served notice for more guests. The other male captain from the play, Stanley, approached with a courtesan, I think named Megan. Away from the stage, they took on the facade of two nerdy-looking straight-laced kids. At least if you discounted the overcoats.
"Trick or treat."
"My, my. What do we have here? Lost on the way to the library?"
"Hardly," said the girl who sported a cat-ear headband and drawn on whiskers. She threw her coat open to reveal a tube top circling her chest with playing cards stapled to it. On the lower region, she had a pair of boxers that originally had the four card suits displayed, but someone had cut the spades, hearts, and diamonds off. To top off the ensemble, she wore a black cat collar with a leash being held by her partner. "I'm the Pussycat Clubs. Meow."
With a bit of hesitation, I turned to Stanley. "And you are…"
"Her Lap Dog, Diamond. Woof." The bare-chested boy sported a red diamond tattoo painted between his pecs and wore a very tight Speedo with a six inch tongue hanging down. As we stood there Stanley made the tongue quiver. He accessorized with a spiked collar and a chain cascading down his body. "Together we're the S and M Suits."
I groaned. The night wasn't getting any better.
As they disappeared inside, I spied the form of a person racing up the road. He took two steps at a time before doubling over, out of breath. "Am I late?"
"That's the wrong greeting for tonight, Mr. Drake," I said with a chuckle.
"Sorry, Dave. Trick or…treat. So am I late?"
I shook my head. "Don't worry. The party's still going on. But you have to open you coat to gain entrance."
"Just a second. I ran all the way here." Donny took several more deep breaths before looking more like himself. Squinting behind his glasses, he flashed me. When I gestured for more, he opened it again. A large gold-plated dollar sign hung from a gold chain around his neck. A similar chain suspended an old 45 record to shield his manhood.
"I don't get it."
"Tonight, I'm not plain old boring Donny Drake. Instead, I'm Dj. Bj."
"I still don't get it."
"The groovy record guru. The sexiest platter spinner."
"That didn't make it any clearer."
"Oh, wait a second." He readjusted himself, snaking his penis through the spindle hole. "There. Now call me Disk Jockey Blow Job," he said drawing each word out in his name. "That help you?"
Shaking my head in frustration, I almost turned him away, for lamest costume. Instead, I pointed him to the door. I hoped he wasn't going to get laughed out of the party.
I waited about five minutes for the next group, almost giving up on being the gate keeper. As I stepped to the door, I gave one last glance over my shoulder. Two girls dressed in heavy Navy peacoats hurried up the road and stomped up the porch steps. I recognized their faces, even with the fake scars and dried blood. They played sailors in the play.
"Hi, Mr. Dave," said the one in the tri-cornered hat. "Remember us? Annie and Mary."
"Oh yeah. Two of the female seamen." The two giggled over the naughty homonym. So, are you the famous lesbian pirates, Anne Bonny and Mary Reade?"
"Who?" asked the other in her red bandanna headgear.
"No," said the first as she opened her coat. "I'm a Software Pirate." She stood there with two CD disks on a chain covering her breasts and an old 5 ¼ inch floppy over her groin. Unlike Daphne the Fan Dancer, she wore no bikini underneath. "Like my eye patch?" she asked as she pulled out an old iPhone shell and held it to her eye. I saw her baby blue peeking out the camera hole.
These puns were giving me a headache. If they hadn't been beautiful…"And you, Mary?" I couldn't wait for this.
With a grin, the girl unzipped her peacoat to reveal a slew of dismembered ears stuck on her body with a large silver coin on a chain hung between her tits. The denomination of the obviously counterfeit disk appeared as one dollar.
"Oh, God. Don't tell me that you're a Buck-An-Ear."
"Oh, you guessed. No treat for you, Mr. Dave."
Without any change in expression, I simply motioned them through the door. With a giggle, they flipped their tails up to show off their bare backsides. Ship shape and in Bristol fashion. Just like the ass of a fourteen-year-old should be.
Another ten minutes passed, and I extinguished the pumpkin signaling the mansion open for guests. As I did, a car pulled up to the porch.
"Wait for us," said the girl popping out of the back. "Sorry we're late. We couldn't get the wings right."
"Wings?" The girl wore a pointed witch's hat. I hoped her friend wasn't a flying monkey.
"Hi, Dave. Trick or treat." The girl called out as she circled the back of the car. I knew no hat could contain Henrietta Hudson's curly brown hair.
"Hello, Hen. Do I want to know what you came as?"
She pulled out a fake white beard from her goodies bag and hung it from her ears. Yanking the coat open, she revealed a white sheet draped diagonally, leaving one of her breasts exposed as were her legs. Shedding the coat, I spied a pair of flimsy wings attached to her shoulder blades.
"Okay, I'm stumped."
"I'm He Bee. You know, Hebe, the goddess of eternal youth. Only I have insect wings and a man's beard."
"If you say so." I turned to the witch. "What's your story, Emma?"
Emma Erickson unbuttoned her coat. Underneath she wore a crescent moon necklace and long black and yellow striped thigh-high stockings. As she dropped the coat, I caught sight of the matching insect wings held on by a backward bra. Otherwise, the blonde stood there bare.
"My, my," I said.
With one more surprise, she turned about and bent forward, giving me a great view of her long, black stinger. With no visible straps, I concluded it attached from a butt plug. "I'm a Spelling Bee," she said as she waved a fake wand at me.
"You have enchanted me. Please join the party." I followed the bees inside, staying close to the door in case of late arrivals. Half expecting chaos, I discovered the kids behaving rather civilly with April and Julee acting as hostesses. Mae, acting as the proud Mama Bare, took control of the camera, snapping pictures of the guests.
I conducted a quick headcount and detected twenty barely-costumed teens or tweens. A new record for entertaining in the mansion.
April approached me with a sly smile on her face. "Are we ready for games?"
"I…guess." I had no idea what my little niece had in mind. Hey, she was only eleven so I shouldn't worry. Probably like bobbing for apples.
"Do you mind if I control them?" she asked.
I paused for a moment. I had never ceded control before, at least not to a kid. My niece had been showing an interest in everything I did ever since I met her. My little protégée. "Okay, but I can regain control, understand?"
Instead of acknowledging my question, she said, "All right, Blue Parrots and Firedogs, prepare for the Best Costume parade." Proud to be in charge, April turned to me and winked. "Don't go away, Uncle Dave. You are the sole judge."
My worst nightmare. Okay, maybe I'm being a bit overdramatic. However, it did bring up an important point. How do I rate these kids? They were all sexy teens, even Donny with his record.
"Push the furniture back to make a big area. Then line up two by two." While the boys shifted the couch, Julee sprinted up the stairs, only to return a few minutes later having emptied out my linen closet. She and Autumn spread out my entire supply of towels on the newly cleared floor. Puzzled, I let them continue. Who knows how a preteen's mind works?
"Everyone line up, two by two. Uncle Dave will pick out his three favorites and then his best choice. If he eliminates you, sit on the towels and wait. I'm going to exclude the Three Bares and myself. Now, advance and show your stuff."
The Freaky Friday Football pair began the parade. While Belinda was cute in the jersey, Clyde's hairy ass bothered me. While I smiled as I sent them away, I mentally dismissed them. Barbie and Ken showed off their anatomically incorrect bodies by kissing each other. I marked them as maybes. The S and M Cards looked so cute together that I couldn't break them up. That damned tongue wagging at me doomed them to the towels. The Pirates had a shot, especially Anne the Software Pirate. The Ears, though, were kind of creepy. I relegated the Bees to my B-list. Similarly, the Chick Magnet and Troll Collector were just too punny.
That left Lilah, Cassie, Daphne, and Donny. Anne easily replaced the boy. But it left me with four choices. One too many.
"In no particular order, my choices are Anne as the Software Pirate, Daphne the Fan Dancer, and…" I paused while I scanned the kids. "I wish I could have selected all of the rest of you." Except Dj Bj. "My last selection is the Statue of Liberty Bell. Cassie."
I locked eyes with Lilah who simply smiled back. She knew my hardest decision without me even saying. And accepted it without fuss.
"Uncle Dave has made his choices. Please take a seat next to your partner. Finalists, show him your best."
Anne led off with a cute pirate dance, shedding her disks as she did. They hid the most delectable nipples, the kind I dream about suckling from. Cassie went next, losing the green toga, to reveal her unpainted body. I had seen it before, but still enjoyed the sight. If she'd just put down that damned bell.
Finally, the Fan Dancer displayed her namesake talent. Her lithe body practically mesmerized me. Then she flipped on the electric fans. Their vibrations produced an immediate effect on her. And me.
"My choice for Best Costume is Daphne."
The girl flipped off the fans and gave me a hug. Probably not the most enjoyable feeling with the plastic pressing into me. "Sorry," she said. "I won. What did I win?"
April took Daphne's hand and placed it in mine. "Uncle Dave, go fuck her brains out."
I realized I had won also. Without hesitation, Daphne pulled me to the stairs. "Come on. I'm so horny right now."
As we climbed toward the bedroom, I heard my protégée speak. "Each of you remove your partner's costume and then begin making out with them."
"How far can we go?" asked the voice of Hen.
"As far as you both want before you have to go," answered April.
Upstairs, Daphne paused at my closed doors. "Where are we going?"
"That one will do," I said as I pointed to my favorite guest room. It gave me a view of the road out front just in case a car arrived.
Once inside, with the door ajar, Daphne pushed me onto the bed. As she swayed back and forth, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. As it fell from her arms, I said, "I was a fan of your fans. But I'm much more taken by your tits."
"But they're so small."
Daphne was correct. Her breasts barely filled out an A cup. Yet, to me at least, they were the perfect size. Just a handful. And those erect nipples. So inviting.
She continued her dance with the loin-covering fan flopping around. Then when the song in her head ended, she stopped. Putting her thumbs in her waistband, she raked the thong down her thin legs. "Do you want me to continue?" she asked. I nodded enthusiastically. "Then perhaps you should join me."
I stripped out of my clothes in seventeen seconds. As I stood facing her, Daphne stared at my cock. "Is this the first one you've ever seen?"
"Yes, Uncle Dave."
"But you know what to do with it?"
Without a word, she knelt at my feet and began to lick it to life. For a novice, she was a natural. Quickly, I was engorged and ready for her.
"Stand," I said which she did. "Hug me." This time, without the electric fans, it was very enjoyable. Standing only as tall as my chin, I bent down to kiss her forehead. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen," she said sadly. "I know I'm too young."
"Not for me. I think thirteen is the perfect age. Do you want to become a woman?"
"Oh yes." She stepped a few feet away and folded the fan to reveal her pussy. With a flip of her wrist, the fan unhooked. Once unfettered, she jumped onto the bed and spread her legs. I followed suit, landing with my mouth in the promised land. I began eating her, the delicious odor of a virginal teen massaging my nostrils. My practiced tongue elicited a minor climax with very little energy exerted.
"Was that fucking?" Daphne asked after recovering her voice.
"No. It's more intense. Do you want to try?"
"Oh yes."
I shifted my position, ready to enter my next conquest. "I'll take it easy."
"All right."
I pushed through her maidenhead and all the way inside of her. I reneged on my promise, fucking her roughly until she came. I released my semen into her, sensing she desired the feeling it gave her.
"I love you," I lied. She simply smiled at me.
In a half hour, we did it again. I was a true fan of this little girl.
As the grandfather clock struck ten, we descended the stairs to a surprising sight. On the floor of the great room, naked bodies littered the towels. Grouped in pairs or larger groups, everyone was involved in some sort of sexcapade. For instance, Nessa and Chelsea were in a sixty-nine while Ken and Barbie were engaged in tribbing. Clyde and Stanley were mirror fucking Belinda and Megan. And with the largest following Disk Jockey Blow Job had two pirates licking his cock while Lilah and Cassie kissed his upper body.
"There's a blue Toyota outside," said April from the door.
"Boo," said Anne as the Software Pirate stopped her ministrations. "Come on Mary. Our ride's here."
The two rose and headed for the door, picking up their peacoats as they passed the pile. They barely buttoned their garments before exiting the mansion. "Bye and thanks for coming," said April. "See you at school tomorrow."
I glanced back to Donny, finding Cassie had replaced the departed pair and brought the boy off all over her face.
One by one, or rather two by two, my guests followed the same ritual. The pile of coats got smaller and smaller. Eventually only my original four guests remained. A horn from outside blew and April gave me a hug. "That will be Gus," she said. "Good night, Uncle Dave. Thanks for letting us have the party here."
"My pleasure."
"Bye, Uncle Dave," said Julee. "I'll bring my dildo another time."
"Looking forward to it," I said. That brought a chorus of "Oooos" from the other Bares.
Mama Bare hugged me and then placed my hand on her tummy. "She'll be here soon."
"Thanks," I said. "She does have a strong kick."
Baby Bare hugged me last. "That one was just right," I said. "Now you four get home and rest up for school tomorrow."
"Good night. And Happy Halloween."
With the door closed, I marveled at the silence in the mansion. My first huge party was a success.
I decided to leave the stained towels for the morning as well as the furniture. This had been a tiring evening.
As I turned toward the stairs, I tripped over two coats still there. Confused, I turned toward the door to the kitchen. Out of it stepped Hen and Emma.
"Are you two Bees still here?"
"Yeah, Dave," said the naked Henrietta. "We were busy cleaning up."
"Thanks. But you should get ready to go."
The two girls giggled before each took a hand. "We want to give you a treat for everything you've given us," said Emma.
"Isn't your ride coming soon?"
"Our parents know we're having a sleepover," said Hen. "And don't worry about school tomorrow. It's a short walk down the hill."
The two Bees had it all figured out. "All right."
Emma kissed me. "Do me first. Hen's already had your sperm in her. I want the same."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," said the perky blonde. "And don't worry. I haven't let Daddy shoot inside me yet. You'll have the first chance to make a baby in me."
One look at her and I knew I had to oblige. A glance at Hen and I didn't even have to ask the question. "I've been too nervous to pee on the stick," she said. "But I can guess the answer. My mom said I've been glowing ever since the play."
First Daphne and now the two Bees. I was contributing to a teen population explosion. And I could blame it all on a certain young lady.
I'll say it again. Without a doubt, Halloween is my favorite holiday.
