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A Halloween to Remember

By: ruralgoddess



Melissa was disappointed. Her husband, Jeff, was working late. They always enjoyed greeting the costumed children together on Halloween, doling out candy for smiles and a chorus of "thank you" from happy trick-or-treaters. They would both dress up themselves for the evening, delighting the children that came to their door. Then when they ran out of candy they would lock the doors and turn off the lights and do a little role-playing with whatever costumes they had chosen. The sex was always so incredible. By the time the night was through they would both lay panting on the bed too exhausted to move, and they had never missed a year until now.

Melissa still dressed up, as a cheerleader this year. The counterpart to her costume was still upstairs laid out on the bed. Jeff hadn't known until that evening that he was working late. He was to have been the triumphant football player, and make a conquest out of her after winning the championship game. Oh well, there was always next year. She answered the door with a smile each time, making much of the children's costumes as they asked for candy. 

Unknown to Melissa, someone else smiled every time she answered the door. A lone figure watched from across the street. Dressed in dark clothing and a dark face mask, a man pressed into the shadows against a neighbor's garage. When the candy finally ran out, she turned off the lights and locked the door as always, then made her way upstairs to the bedroom. The mysterious watcher laughed quietly to himself as the lights went out, then another went on upstairs. 

Melissa sighed as she longingly put Jeff's costume away, thinking of what they could be doing right now if he were home. The man had stamina that was amazing, and he knew exactly what to do to bring her to a screaming orgasm every time. The costumes and role-play just made things more exciting. Melissa was just taking her hair out of her cheerleader pigtails when she thought she heard a noise. She dismissed it as maybe some trick-or-treaters had come all the way to the front door before realizing they were really done for the night. Then she heard another noise, that sounded like someone bumping lightly against something in the dark living room downstairs. 

Melissa shook her head. She was letting the feel of the night spook her. She had checked both the doors, she knew there couldn't be anyone inside the house. She went in and turned on the tap in the tub. A nice warm bubble bath would relax her jitters, and help her pass the time. Jeff would be home in a few hours, so maybe she could stay up and wait for him. She walked back into the bedroom to get undressed and suddenly she was grabbed from behind and a gloved hand was clapped over her mouth. A gruff voice told her not to scream or she would regret it. Panicked, Melissa wished she had paid attention to the noises she'd heard. She kicked and squirmed, trying to escape, but her attacker picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her on it face down. Before she could jump up he was on top of her holding her down, again warning her again not to scream. A blindfold was tied on her, and then he turned her over, kneeling on her arms so she was pinned helpless beneath him. As soon as she was blindfolded the man took off his gloves and mask. They had served their purpose in concealing his identity. By this time Melissa was truly frightened. Was this man here to rob her? Or was he here for an even more sinister purpose?

Her captor spoke again. "A cheerleader, huh? Waiting for the football jock to come and fuck you, honey? Well don't worry, I'll make sure you get what's coming to you." Melissa opened her mouth to scream, but his hand instantly slapped over it and she couldn't make a sound. "Now you don't want to scream, then I'll just have to gag you." 

She stopped struggling and calmed herself. Maybe there was some way she could escape her captor. Now that her panic was subsiding, Melissa tried to clear her head and think. The fog of terror lifted a little, and she realized something. That gruff voice she'd first heard in her ear sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn't identify it. Then his hands were ripping at her sweater and it was torn from her body. She was wearing no bra, so her breasts were instantly exposed. She heard the man growl some sort of approval, and his now gloveless hands were all over her breasts, roughly squeezing and kneading them. He was rough, but he hadn't actually hurt her, yet. She was sure that would change quickly, because she had every intention of trying to escape this. 

He lifted a knee off one arm to take off his pants, and Melissa took that as a chance to try and get away. She twisted beneath him while shoving him as hard as she could with her free arm. She knocked him off balance a little, but he was built like a football player, and he just grabbed both her hands together and yanked them up over her head, hard. She yelped and he shoved one of his gloves into her mouth. Held her down while he kicked off his pants and then ripped off the flimsy costume skirt and her panties at the same time. He wedged his knees between her legs, forcing them apart with his strong legs. 

Melissa thrashed beneath her attacker, but he was too strong and held her too tightly. She felt him hard against her as he leaned close, his cock a menacing weapon. She shook her head trying to dislodge the glove from her mouth. He paused, ready to enter her, and she wondered what was stopping him. Then, just before he thrust into her, he removed her blindfold. Melissa could not believe her eyes! Her attacker was Jeff! 

Jeff looked deep into her eyes and whispered I love you," then slid into her gently. He began to stroke slowly in and out, letting her get over her shock. 

Melissa gasped as he revealed himself, then gasped again as he entered her. She instinctively reacted, meeting him as he lowered himself into her, still getting over the shock. Her adrenaline level was high from the fear and struggle. She came as Jeff pressed against her again and again, his cock sliding against her inner walls, her legs tightening around him as he kept rocking his body with hers. He groaned as she squeezed him, her whole body shuddering.

As Melissa's breathing began to slow, Jeff picked up his pace and began to thrust into her faster. She suddenly stopped him and told him to turn over. He did with a smile, and she squatted over him, poised to engulf his glistening shaft. She sank slowly onto him, enjoying each inch of his hardness. He reached up and took Melissa's nipples between his fingers as she rose and fell on him, pinching and rolling them back and forth, making her moan. She reached down and began to rub her clit as she rode his cock. Jeff watched the pleasure on her face as he moved his hands down to her hips, and began lifting her and pulling her back down harder onto him. 

They both moaned as their bodies thrust toward one another, straining, eyes locked on each other's faces. Jeff pulled Melissa hard against him one more time as his body stiffened and his cock erupted inside her. Moaning, he dug his fingers into her skin as his body convulsed. She cried out as her own spasms began and their bodies ground together in the throes of ecstasy. He drew her to him as she collapsed on top of him shaking.

They laid together for awhile, just holding each other. Then Melissa asked, "How long have you been planning to do this?"

"I've read all the stories and comments you wrote for the adult message boards," he told her. "Even the ones under the names you think I don't know about. I read your comments to a similar story and thought this might be just the way to give you a Halloween to remember."

A Halloween to Remember



"Candy, I hate Halloween – Little sugar laden beggars threatening to egg my little hybrid if I don't succumb to the Trick or Treat threat! The only people who make out are the Dentists!" 

"Oh come on, Cuz, it will do you good. Meet the man I am going to marry and put some perspective into that over worked brain of yours. Put some boots on your feet, and get your city ass on out here tomorrow."

"I wish I could, really. But I have a deadline, and dinner with the Chamber of Commerce Saturday, and loads of laundry stacked to the ceiling. Besides, who would take care of the cat? And, most importantly, I don't have a costume, and I am not getting one."

"I have something you can wear." There was just a bit too much sweetness in that last comment of my cousin Candy's voice. I ought to know, I had been falling for her tricks for 35 years. Some might have thought we were sisters, but for the fact she was short, curvy and blond, and I was not.

"A rendition of Dolly Parton in a leopard print lycra cat suit isn't it, is it?"

"Oh hell no, honey, there were three Dollies last year, give me more credit than that! Besides, there will be a couple of cute wrangler butts. One is divorced, or ought to be."

"I am not looking! I swore off men for Lent!"

"Wrong season honey, even a heathen like me knows that's three months away! Besides, he drives a red pick up truck."

"Of course he does." She was losing ground, it was clear. Her cousin knew just the things to say, and even as she rolled her eyes, she was glancing to her duffel bag, not even bothering to ask his name. "Pick up trucks are over rated. I prefer a much more environmentally aware cosmopolitan type, who can discuss politics, good red wines, and knows what the inside of the Art Museum looks like."

"Sure you do, Vic, just keep telling yourself that, besides, how is that workin' out for ya? Be here by 8 on Friday, Saturday is busy, and bring your damn laundry, we can do it while we rate your new red wine interest, and catch up."

And just like that, she hung up on me. What was she doing, watching Dr. Phil? The invitation to return to Casey County could not have come at a more inopportune time. 

I loaded up after work the following eve, a couple baskets of clothes to be washed, and a vintage bottle of Francis Ford Coppola's "Moving On" 2004 reserve Syrah. I liked Casey County this time of year. Most of the tourists had vacated, the crisp air was filled with politically incorrect wood burning stoves, there were real hay bales, pumpkins, bobbing for apples, a parade around town square and a corn maize. At least, that was what I recall from the couple times I came out as a kid. I liked everything about Casey County except for the limited radio selection, as I seemed to only get Country. By the time I got there, I knew six George Straight Songs and the fact he would be in concert the Saturday of Thanksgiving weekend.

When I arrived, I glanced over the small well kept ranch, her barn larger than the house, and grinned as I reached for the bags, and made my way towards the dog who eyed me suspiciously, and then wagged his tail slowly, letting out a baleful howl in greeting. Candy opened the door and nearly gushed, as she took the laundry from me, and gave me a big hug, I was engulfed.

A half hour later catching up, we had opened the bottle of wine, friends had given me when the last guy walked out of my life, taking that corporate relocation to the West Coast. Moving On, indeed. 

"How about a belly dancer?" Standing she began to shimmy, and move her arms in a snake like manner, as I blinked several times. "Oh shake it….shake it… It's all in the hips." She was nearly giggling, and I could see the effects of the wine.

"Are you drunk? How about a Scare Crow? Surely you have a pair of overalls and a flannel shirt around here." 

"Come on let's visit my closet."

Into the diva's lair of country living we went, my wine glass refilled. Glancing over different things, I grinned and picked up a bottle of perfume on her dresser and sprayed it. "REBELicious? You are wearing a perfume named… "Rebelicious?"" But as I turned and glanced over her room… she began to pull out a pink belt with silver Swarovski crystals all over it and pink boots. Watching her, I thought how they suited Candy perfectly, but when she turned and threw a pair of jeans at me with the label Cruel Girl, I stopped.

"What are you doing?"

"We are going out! I like ole Truman Capote just fine for a ménage trios, but I need more… And besides, your clothes are dirty!"

"Pink belt, pink boots, what am I, three? I need my lil pink felt hat and a bandana and my stick horse and I can go as a cowgirl tomorrow. And this isn't the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants!" Eyeing the jeans suspiciously, she had a much shorter inseam. And.. picking up the boots, I nearly winced. "Whoever Dan Post is, he spends a little too much time working in pink! And it's Francis, not Truman." 

Twenty minutes later we were sitting in the Midlands, the local honky tonk, upon barstools, chatting away, with two margarita's in front of us. Nothing like tequila on a Girl's Night Out. And surprisingly those Cruel Girls fit just fine.

"So, whatever happened to ole whatshisname anyway?," Candy managed as she eyed up the bartender, and winked. 

"Well, my standard answers are.. He was gay, He forgot to tell me he had a wife and was married to his job, or if they get really obnoxious, I just tell them I am a celibate lesbian."

"Ever regret not moving?"

"Used to - Every damn day."

About that time, Duane, the team roping champion of Casey County, rolled in, and swept Candy off her stool, a tip of the hat in my direction, before he planted the hottest kiss I had ever seen upon her, complete with bending her backwards. I wondered if she, too, ever regretted giving up her dreams. She was Nashville bound at eighteen, until her life took a turn, causing her to marry too young, and have a child. He left her when she was 28, and it was the best thing that ever happened to her. Shattered dreams, were not the only thing he left her with. Fortunately, he had moved on to younger women and faster horses, so to speak. Duane, from our phone conversations, seemed like the real salt of the earth kind of guy. Simple, basic, mature and dam good between the sheets. I was blushing as I recalled some of her tales. 

"So what's the plan Ladies? And nice to meet you Vic, Candy has told me a lot about you." Grinning as he ordered a Bud Light on tap, and leaned against the bar, he eyed the pink belt on me, and pinched Candy's waist. "Not fitting you these days, Sugar?" 

God I loved that drawl. It wasn't quite southern, but it was sexy as hell. Candy elbowed him, hard in the ribs, and then winked. "Tomorrow is the parade in the morning, the hog roast at five, and then the Costume Barn dance. And Sunday, is the breakfast trail ride."

"Hope your cousin, the big city girl, can handle it." He playfully to me as he ordered us another round, and then leaned down to cup the back cheek of Candy's jeans, before turning to go start up a game of darts.

"Dayum.. I want one of those!" My eyes followed him as I softly exhaled. Had I just said that? Glancing around maybe I only thought it.

"Well he has older brothers and younger brothers, one is recently divorced or should be, and drives a red pick up truck." Candy quipped, as she glanced out the multi paned window glass. "I think that's him pullin' in now. I hope you approve of the Best Man, I told him all about you!."

"I told you not to fix me up! I just came to relax, commiserate with Francis and do my laundry!"

"You need laid, you're cranky as hell."

"I certainly do not! I need chocolate! Besides, have batteries can travel!"

"Uh huh… How's that seem to be workin' out for you? Besides..nothin like the feel of a pair of long legs wrapped around you!" 

About that time, the prodigal of Duane's family walked into the bar. Nate Donavan, Candy told her, had given up life in the big city and come home to bail out the family business. His wife, had elected to stay in New York. He gave a casual eye in our direction, and moved over to his brother near the darts, as he drained Duane's beer and sent the waitress for a small bucket of long necks.

"I have to go."

"You will do no such thing! You look adorable! Sit your ass down on that stool."

"No wonder you wear jeans named Cruel Girl. That is… one fine specimen of a man." And indeed, it was feeling warm in there. Or maybe the jeans had got a little tight.

Of course, the rest of the night, we were ignored by Duane and the droolicious brother. Maybe I had not sprayed enough "Rebelicious" around. 

After watching what seemed like round after round of darts from a distance, the brothers returned, and Duane introduced Nate. Almost as if on cue, Candy went to the juke box, and put on a George Straight song, "How Bout Them Cowgirls?" and began to two step with Duane, at least, I thought it might be a two step. Nate leaned against the bar, his arm accidentally grazed mine, and I blinked feeling sparks. When he took my hand, and grinned and led me out to the nonexistent dance floor, I am sure my jaw was mostly open. I felt his firm hand at my lower back, and tried to follow his lead. I was close, too close, and those damn pink boots stepped on his toe, wincing as I apologized, and we both leaned in at the same time. His lips grazed my temple, and my breath caught. Was it hard to breath in here? He was suddenly close, and glancing over to Candy and Duane it was harder to tell who had the best look on their face. He kept his lips near my ear, and grinned. 

"My toes are pleased to meet yours.. Perhaps under softer circumstances, they could become friends." 

I nearly died. It also wasn't hard to note the looks I was getting from a couple of the other women, who apparently thought Nate Donavan was a welcome sight. We finished the dance, and a couple more…before he got a text message, that left him making apologies and heading out the door, but not before, he told me he looked forward to seeing me Saturday. Duane said something to Candy about someone giving birth.

The next day, Candy and I made it out to watch the town parade around the square. My costume was a pair of sunglasses. The half a bottle of red, and two margaritas were showing. The rest of the day, we spent doing errands and helping decorate the barn, while Duane organized and oversaw the Hog Roast. It was one of those authentic deals that involved digging, not a nice BBQ spit. I suspected asking for tofu might be out of the question. Still, there was no sign of Mr. Red Ford Nate Donavan. Not that I was looking, of course. It was good to relax, do my laundry, help make salads and set up for the party. It kept me busy. It was only a couple dances. Not like I would likely ever see him again after this weekend.

"I am not wearing that little scarf with coins jingling sewn on to it! Nor those little brass finger cymbals. Good God, Candy, did you raid the Wal-Mart accessory section? And what is that, your swimsuit from Jr. High?"

"Well what are you going to go as then? You don't like the French Maid, The Vampire, The Belly Dancer, The Candy Stripper, The Cat Suit or The Dolly Parton. That is my last six years of Halloween costumes!"

"Give me a trench coat and a fedora. I will wear my sun glasses and go as Sophia Loren."

"Who? You have to stop watchin those old movies."

"Fine.. flannel shirt and overalls with bits of straw tucked in for effect."

"Girl, are you crazy? The most handsome, almost eligible man in Casey County is gonna be there and you want to dress in drag?"

Spying her tennis racquet in her closet I grinned. "Remember when we used to play?" 

"OH HELL YEAH! And I bet I still have a little white skirt around here too… "

What seemed like hours later, the blond belly dancer, and the ex-tennis pro appeared to finish off the bottle of Moving On. Duane's brother didn't seem to be knockin' down the door to see me. So, I was determined to have a good time, complete with racquet and balls. Besides, someone he knew was pregnant, and he was getting text messages about it, 'nuff said.

The barn was magical, stalls hung with spider webs, little pumpkin lights, bales of hay, a witches Calderon complete with punch. Across the back field, stood the silent corn field, the tall dried stalks standing eerily in the moonlight. Guests arrived mostly in pairs and Duane was working with the music. Nate slipped in the back way, looking like he could have stepped out of the pages of a Zane Gray book. Several horses were turned out in a second pasture of Candy's. He didn't appear to be in costume, and he grinned eyeing up my slightly too short tennis skirt and polo shirt. I was holding a pair of tennis balls in one hand, and the racquet in the other. 

Leaning down, he flipped my pony tail and let his lips graze across my temple again, teasing me.

A woman who knows how to juggle balls, Nate thought wryly to himself. 

I blushed fiercely, and gave him a glance, before he laughed and turned making his way out to help his brother with the hog. Candy came by with a platter of food and I went to make myself busy. Looking for one of the serving spoons in her kitchen, I leaned up against the counter, and had the strangest sensation of eyes upon me. 

"Nice view…"

The next thing I knew.. his long arms were around my waist, and his lips were near my ear. "I…eh.. thought you had to help with the pig…. "

"I did…I came to get a platter…but Candy and Duane have it covered." He was grinning, and slowly I felt him leaning against me. "I like short white skirts, for all the obvious reasons." He spun me slowly around, one hand going to my lower back once more, and urging me forward, His head dipped and I felt his lips brush mine, before capturing them soundly. His other hand went behind my neck, and my hands lifted to curl against his chest. The kiss lasted several moments, taking on a deepening hint of passion. My knees, felt a little like Jello, and somehow a soft moan escaped between my lips. With that he grinned and slightly pulled back to study my face. "Why, Vic, you act as if you haven't been kissed in a while." Maybe it was that accent, or that cock sure way he had. Or maybe it was just those natural pheromones he was giving off. Or, maybe he was right. His eyes slid down the front of my outfit, and I just knew the stiff tell tale signs of the girls were standing at attention, and yet he only seemed to smile broader. 

"I um…eh.. need.." To get back to the city, my mind wanted to scream. 

"Oh, I am pretty certain.. I know…" He managed, as he struggled to get his breathing under control.

It was the sound of the Monster Mash being played overly loud and the resulting gales of laughter from the costumed inhabitants in the barn that brought us to our senses. As we rejoined the others, Candy grinned and Duane loaded up the wagon for a hay ride which would carry us out to the corn maize. Of the 12 or so couples there, and six singles, it seemed a pretty congenial group. Still, the Werewolf and Vampire were slightly scary. The Nurse, The Dominatrix, Little Red RidingHood were all making eyes at Nate. As we climbed into the wagon, he slipped his hand in mine, and pulled me down to sit in his lap, as he whispered in my ear. "Your job is to protect me from evil women and it helps if you look like you're into the part." 

His hand slid easily up my bare thigh, and I trembled in his lap, before kissing him once more. In the dark, he turned me in his lap, so both legs fell over the side, his hand slipping under my skirt. One finger played along the inside of my thigh, along the edge of the dampening fabric. I wore the white satin and lace bikini's to go with the skirt. I shifted slightly in his lap, and could feel his response, leaning up he pulled my lips down to his, to keep me quiet, his other hand sliding up the front of my little tennis sweater to cup my left breast through the thin matching satin and lace bra. I struggled not to moan, nor grind nor even look as if we were doing anything other than kissing, although when he pinched my nipple, I nearly screamed. When the wagon stopped, everyone else got off and headed for the maize. He glanced up into my eyes, and slowly urged one of my thighs up and over his, so I straddled his lap. Both hands slid beneath the sweater, and he kissed me once more. His tongue entwined with mine almost as if baiting me. His fingers quickly brought both nipples to attention, and he leaned up as he lifted the sweater off, to kiss both breasts through the bra, one hand moving deftly to unhook it, and letting it fall. My eyes closed and my back arched, as he bit and sucked upon my nipples, his hands moving to rest upon my hips, which he guided in a slow clockwise grind. I moaned again into his lips, feeling his need beneath me, hard and growing as I unsnapped his shirt to bare his chest. One of his hands slipped beneath the skirt as he cupped my mound, his middle finger sliding expertly beneath the satin and into the warm and welcoming heated flesh. I heard his groan, and lifted up slightly, as he reached and grabbed for the panties, tearing them away. I was shocked, and my breathing nearly ragged. He grinned as he leaned back and undid his belt. My fingers went to the snap and zipper, as I eased him out. He was indeed, well made, and from all apparent purposes hard. 

His finger pressed and slowly entered me, curling, as my hands rested upon his shoulders our bodies partially hidden under the veil of the pale moonlight. "Oh God…" His thumb found that little bud of pleasure, and soon was petting my clit up and down, side to side, and my favorite, around and round. The man was reducing me to a veritable slut in the span of 24 hours. I wanted him. No, I needed him, and perhaps the contractions around his finger might have told him so. His thumb kept up the pressure until I clutched his shoulder and whispered, "Oh God.. Nate.. mmmm.. Yessssss… Ohhhhh OHHHHh… " and I came, fast and hard, coating his hand. He let me lie against his chest for a few moments, before taking me firmly in a kiss, and whispering for me to move. I slid between his thighs, my dark hair covering my bare back, the skirt pulled up around my waist, as the pale moonlight revealed the curve of my bare cheeks. My tongue danced upon the tip of his manhood, before my lips started to glide up and down the sides of his shaft. I could hear him moan, and at the first taste of his glistening offering, I lapped harder, swirling my tongue urging him for more. 

In a harsh voice.. He ran his hand through my hair and murmured. "I want you Vic…turn around..put your forehead to the floor, and spread your thighs." It was very vulnerable to have your back to someone, allowing them to see the glistening bits they had just managed to release, and knowing he was about to take me. I felt him shift and heard the jeans slide down his thighs…as I felt his hands upon my hips possessively.. grinding against me. One hand moved to guide him into me, as he let the tip glide through the warm moist heated flesh, and back to the entrance. As he began to rock, I could feel the whole wagon creak forward and back. Without warning he drove deep into me, piercing me and I cried out. He thrust hard and deep, one hand reaching around to punish my nipples and then back down to the clit. When he came, it was a deep satisfied groan,. Moving slowly he pulled me back around to lay upon him, his hands resting over the curve of my cheeks and mid back. 

In the distance, we could hear the steady jingle of what sounded like a hundred tambourines, jingling in a steady cadence to the oldest rhythm known to man. A smile crossed my features. Duane was likely getting treated to a private belly dance.




A Halloween to Remember



"You comin' back for their wedding?" Nate drawled teasingly, as he held me against his chest.

" I guess if I can't talk her out of it, I will be standing up wearing some little pink rhinestone dress with pink boots and a pink cowgirl hat." 

"Well I guess I will be standing up matching you in black.. maybe you should bunk with me and not bridezilla."'

"I will think about that." Still, in the back of my mind, I wondered who all the text messages were from.

"There is a concert up there in the Big City, Your Friend George is gonna be there."

"Yeah, I heard something about it on the radio on the way down, Thanksgiving weekend."

"Mmmmhuh..I would need a place to stay though. Might get lost in the city. And would probably need my own private tour guide, who would of course, need to come to the concert with me." He lightly stroked her face, and rolled her over to put her back against the straw, to study her features. "Three weeks away." Leaning down, he kissed her tenderly, his body starting to stir yet again, as they heard the first sounds of the corn maize crew returning. Grabbing for a sweater, she slipped it back on, the bra, no where to be found. He slipped the torn panties under the straw and grinned. He pulled her up into his lap and held her tight as the others returned. 

When Duane and Candy emerged, she noted the sheer scarf with the coins was on upside down, and her bikini top seemed to be inside out, but the rosy glow in the cousin's cheeks about said it all.

Arriving back at the barn, they played a few games of "Trick or Treat" which oddly resembled "Truth or Dare," but Nate untacked the horses, and I was happy to watch. At the end of the night, he played one last song, I Just Wanna Dance With You, before Duane and Candy went back to his place for the night, and the guests departed. 

After a long shower, where we managed to only ravage each other once more, he grinned as he tormented me tenderly with the soap. "Mmm.. spending the holiday with you, seems to have its perks…" I slept better and deeper that night, in the arms of Nate than I had in the past ten years.

The next morning, when everyone else went out for a long trail ride and breakfast, the two were eagerly making their own private ride. A few hours later, back home in her place, she glanced to her cell phone as a text message popped up. "Have four new pups, want one for Christmas?" 

She grinned as she became warm once more, thinking her jealous urge had truly been over a bitch, and nearly melted as she contemplated Christmas in the country. Could it be any better than Halloween? 



A Halloween to Remember



Disclaimer:

In no way does this story condone rape in any way it's just a fantasy and fetish for me and some of my friends.

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A Halloween to forget...Or is it?

She had begun to wonder why she had even agreed to come to suck-fest of a Halloween party she knew she couldn't trust Becky, (her supposed best friend) or any of Becky's friends. She was just desperate to get out and have some fun. She had been dating Mike for a year before he told her he had feelings for her best friend but he wanted her as well. She told him to hit the highway she was no mans second choice. Becky promised that he would not be at her party so she could just have some fun. 

She believed Halloween parties for adults were just an excuse for women to dress as slutty as they wanted without being judged. She was no exception. She had worn a black leather corset very tight that enhance her perfect 34B tits barely showing her belly which was tight from all the exercise she did. She had a unique bubble butt that her ex-fiancée had been in love with. She wore a very tight black leather mini skirt that just barely hung past her pussy. She had looked everywhere to find the perfect black leather thong to match her ensemble. To make it look like a costume she put on black feather wings a dark purple wig and lace up leather boots. She was the angel of death. She thought this costume fitting for her mood the past few days with her fiancée leaving her for her cousin. 

Her friend had been a vampiress wearing a red leather bra that showed off her 44C breasts and a mini skirt that matched her cousins, red stilettos and fake fangs to make the look complete. She already had the pale complexion and long black hair which made her look exotic. 

When Kena walked into her friend's house where the party was to be, she sensed something was wrong but just left it to her paranoia and decided to have a good time. She headed over to where the keg had been left and asked this rather handsome masked man to pour her a drink not giving him a second glance as she looked around to see if she knew anyone. The music was loud and people were making out everywhere. Drinking games were going on all around her. She turned back to the masked man and took the drink and gave him her best smile and thanked him finally checking him out. He was about 6'4" 180 pounds pure muscle she could see his bulge through his jeans the looked up and was suddenly entranced by his deep blue eyes. She sipped her drink slowly and just kept staring into his eyes. 

"I feel like I know you from somewhere." 

He drawled out slowly, "Must have been in my dreams because I'd never let a hottie like you out of my sight."She laughed and blushed.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Rolling her eyes she walked off with her drink. At 20 she had plenty of experience with players and she was not in the mood to mess with one tonight. She meandered through the party. She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw her ex-boyfriend standing there making out with her friend. All the pain washed over her again as she fled from the house. She got outside and started feeling dizzy she was seeing double. She didn't understand she only had one drink. Her masked man came from out of the shadows and caught her just as she was about to pass out.

She woke three hours later but could see nothing. She was blind folded and she could feel something in her mouth keeping her from screaming. It was ball shaped she guessed it to be a ball gag. She gradually tried moving all her limbs. As she had guessed she couldn't move them. She tried to remember how she got here last thing she remembered was running outside. Her memories came flowing back the pain as well. She cried out against the gag. She heard a voice say softly," Ah, my dear you're awake, it's about time. Let's have some fun shall we." He took her blindfold off and she saw her handsome masked man that had given her the drink. 

"You hurt my feelings; I could forgive you for the pain you caused my brother but not the pain you caused me." He said. 

She looked at him quizzical she'd never seen this man let alone hurt his brother. She started yelling through the gag. 

"Oh, you haven't seen the resemblance yet." She fell into his eyes again as she tried to figure out what he meant. Her eyes widened with recognition he had the same eyes as her ex the mouth was shaped the same. He was Mike's cousin my eyes widened; she had heard stories about him. 

He just grinned. "Nice to finally meet you, Kena my dear." She started to look around it looked like they were in some kind of dungeon. He started again "I'm going to pull this gag out now, no screaming as you can tell no one can hear you anyway." He gently pulled the gag out not wanting to hurt her. She looked down and saw she was strapped to what looked like doctors examining table with her ankles tied in stirrups she started blushing as she realized she was completely naked except for her nipple rings which he had connected with a little chain. 

He pulled out a feather and started running it down her body starting at her neck down around her tits he teased each nipple with it. She tried tried squirming away from him, but was defeated because she was still strapped down. 

He chuckled at her feeble attempts. He leaned down and sucked on her right nipple while his fingers squeezed and pulled her left nipple, she growled at him asking him what he was going to do with her. He lifted up and smiled sucking at the other nipple gently tugging the chain causing me a small jot of pain. Finally he lifted his head up and resumed with the feather slowly tracing it down, her stomach playing with her belly button. He started tracing her thighs with the feather down to her feet and started tickling her feet mercilessly. She had not expected this at all she was begging him to stop. 

"You want to dress like a slut, and then I will treat you as such. You will be my slut from now on you caused a lot of trouble when you broke things off with my cousin. You hurt him a lot. Now maybe I'll keep you here and keep you frustrated. Only one that would miss you is your friend but she's the one who helped me get you here. In fact she should be here anytime with Mike. Poor fellow he tries to protect your honor and you break his hear t without thinking someone could be making him say stuff he don't mean."

Few seconds later she heard a commotion," Ahh there you are love what took you so long? Our guest has been dying to see you." He grinned at Becky. Becky mutters you trying being 4'5 dragging someone your brothers size down, 2 flights of stairs."

"Hey Kena you been having fun yet?" she grinned. 

All while this goes on he keeps tickling my feet, with the feather. Becky takes the feather while John ties his brother down across from me on a similar table. 

"Becky why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends?" 

Becky just shrugs and says" I was bored."

They shove the gag back in her mouth and clipped some sort of vibrating clip on her clit and Becky goes over to the unconscious Mike starts sucking on his cock trying to wake him up slowly. Making his cock grow to its full 7 inches. He moans and starts to wake up. His voice sounding panicky called out Becky's name. She put a ring on his cock and it vibrated his balls in just the right place was getting him moaning and squirming. He couldn't think clearly and just gave into the pleasure.

The clip on her clit starts vibrating, getting her close to the edge, this along with John's ministrations on her nipples, she was reaching the edge of no return when a sudden jolt of electricity came from the clamp stopping her orgasm and making her squirm in frustration. He keeps his ministrations up on her nipples bringing her close to orgasm again then the jolt bringing her back down. Needing release she starts crying.

Just as Mike felt ready to come he felt Becky smack his balls hard and a jolt of electricity coursed through his balls from the cock ring. He cried out in pain and she started sucking on him again getting him close he starts writhing with pleasure finally, even closer to release than the first time he feels the jolt again as it brought him back down. He screamed out his frustration. 

Both Mike and Kena begged to be allowed to cum. They swore they would do anything." Becky and John just smiled at each other. Got up and left the room leaving them to suffer. Mike then realized her heard Kena's gagged sobs. He would recognize her voice anywhere. He tried asking if she was ok but got caught by a jolt and couldn't finish his question. Kena had also been given another jolt as she reached edge again. When they couldn't handle no more they passed out. Mike was first to wake up to Becky sucking on his cock some more. She had taken the ring off and told him he was not to cum until she told him to, and she was sorry it had come down to this. She brought him close twice more then told him he could cum. He had the most explosive orgasm of his life.  

"What about Kena please don't let her suffer please." Becky laughed,"Isn't that sweet even after she left you, you don't want her to suffer." Kena at the time was having her clit sucked on by John the clip still on she woke up slowly still in tears. She was finally coherent enough to hear what was going on.

"This is your fault Mike, If you hadn't of rejected me after she left you, neither of you would be here."

"Now, I met John and both of you will pay."

Mike began pleading for her to let Kena go, he would take the punishment on his own." Tears were welling up in Kena's eyes as she listened to his pleading for her release and realized she had made a mistake in breaking up with him. She cried out as a jolt hit her again harder this time. 

Mike started apologizing to Kena for getting her in this situation. "Please let her orgasm please, I'll do whatever you want just quit torturing her." 

"Becky, take his blind fold off I want him to see this" John commanded. 

Becky rushed to complete his order.

Once Mike's eyes were adjusted to the light, John pulled the clip off her clit and shoved his 12 inch cock balls deep in her pussy making her scream in pain. He started pounding her pussy as hard and as deep as he could. John Growled as he felt his cock hit her cervix and he came deep in her Cunt. Not pulling out till he pumped every last drop of cum in her cunt. She groaned in frustration. She had not cum yet. Since her feet were in the stirrups, it was easy for john to lift her hips enough to get his cock buried deep in her ass using her own juices as lubricant and started pound her ass. 

Mike begged his brother not to hurt Kena, just as Kena began screaming in pleasure as she had orgasm after orgasm begging John to fuck her harder in her ass. She had become a mad woman begging for harder and deeper telling him his cock felt wonderful in her ass. He kept her Cumming for a long time till she passed out and he came deep in her ass. 

Becky then untied Mike from the table and told him to go get his whore and they could leave she figured watching his brother fuck the love of his life was punishment enough. Mike walked over to pick Kena up when his brother grabbed his hand told him not to touch Kena. He wasn't done with her the cuffed his arms to the wall then his ankles to till he was spread eagle. He then untied Kena from the doctors table. Rolled her over onto her stomach moved her legs till her ass was propped up into the air she pushed the doctors table to where Mike was tied up he grabbed Mikes cock and shoved it in Kena's ass. 

"I'll tell you what I'll untie your arms you have 3 minutes to make Kena cum and you both can leave, she doesn't cum then you can leave without her. Do we have a deal?" Mike figured he could make Kena cum easily after that display earlier what he didn't count on was the fact that John had put the clip back on her so she couldn't cum." Mike started pounding her ass as hard and deep as he could she started panting in pleasure as she got closer he went to play with her clit found the clip and pulled it off without John seeing and she exploded in under a minute of his pounding her ass. Mike put the clip back on with John noticing. John was staring in shock as he kept his word and let them go without their clothes.

Mike promised not to call the cops since they both had the best orgasm they had both ever had.

When Kena woke again her and Mike both agreed it was the best Halloween ever they rekindled there love with the help of the two people who drove them apart the went back to Kena's place found two new costumes hers not as slutty she was a regular angel and him as James Bond they went back to the party and had a good time together.



A Halloween to Remember



Saturday morning I woke up feeling strangely euphoric. I remember thinking about it for a moment, and then realizing: it was Halloween. Cheryl and I had been invited to a party! The next morning (and for many, many mornings thereafter), I would remember that Saturday as one of the epic erotic encounters of my entire life.

The party was going to be at the house of some friends of ours, members of a rather exclusive campus sorority. I'm quite sure the sorority had no actual written membership criteria, but the fact was that all of the sisters had three things in common: they were excellent students (not one of them with a GPA less than 3.7), they were athletes, and they were all stunningly beautiful. I knew this to be true because I was lucky enough to have been invited to last year's bacchanal. Oh, there was one other thing: costumes were mandatory, and skimpy was the rule. Many of the sorority girls were artists and active in campus theater productions. Body paint had been very much in vogue last year.

Cheryl, my girlfriend, would be coming as Diana, Goddess of the Hunt. It was obvious that she had given serious consideration to her choice: Cheryl was on the school archery team and Diana's weapon of choice was the bow. Diana was well-known as the Virgin Goddess and Cheryl was a virgin herself—depending on how strictly one defined the term. Also, images of the Goddess in art and literature immediately evoked Cheryl's appearance: slender, slim hips, long legs, generous breasts. I couldn't wait to see her costume. So far, she had been quite evasive as to what exactly it would involve. She assured me though, that "You will love it." Knowing her, the wait would be worth it.

Cheryl and I first met during summer vacation. She had just moved here, leaving her former university in the process, in response to some intensely personal issues. She wanted to be in a place where nobody knew her, where she could begin anew. We became very good friends. One sunny afternoon while holding hands on a park bench, Cheryl kissed me. It was a moment we had both eagerly anticipated. But then she pulled back, saying she had something important to tell me. What followed was an unusual, and very unexpected revelation concerning her former life and her reasons for leaving. Cheryl, I discovered, was rather more than the person she appeared to be. 

What she said forced me to reflect deeply on the nature of love and sex, but especially on myself and who I thought I wanted to be, as a person. What I realized was that I was falling in love; I wanted Cheryl despite—or perhaps even because of—what she told me. We went back to her apartment and Cheryl and I spent the afternoon making love. It was a truly remarkable experience. She introduced me to a side of myself I never knew existed. We had been together ever since. It was quite an uncommon summer romance.

I showed up at her apartment at around 10:00. Being a guy and having somewhat of an affinity for ancient history, I chose to wear a knee-length Roman kilt made from wide, overlapping leather strips attached to a thick leather belt. A loosely woven circlet of oak leaves wrapped around my head, and a short sword rested in a scabbard. An insulated leather flask with a screw cap that I had filled with a potently frozen mixture of Absolute vodka, Rose's lime juice and Triple Sec hung at my hip. I wasn't really a drinker, but I liked the idea of bringing it along. I didn't know it at the time, but it would come in quite handy. I wore nothing underneath the kilt. As usual, I had waited until the last moment to work something up. I thought I did alright, considering. 

But Cheryl! I watched her putting the finishing touches on her outfit: a very short, leather mini-skirt with matching leather belt. A quiver of arrows hung from her back on a leather strap. Her light blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail with a thin green ribbon. She would carry her bow in her hand. The rest of her trim young body was completely nude except for a pair of very sexy leather sandals. Her breasts jutted enticingly from her slender frame. Her areolas were large and brown and her thick, dark nipples pointed slightly upward.

I started to regret my commando status. I glided toward her and kissed her on the lips. She was stunningly beautiful: A Goddess, indeed. I dropped to my knees in front of her, clasping her tight ass with one hand, slipping the other up under her mini-skirt and inside her loose cotton panties. I brushed her gently with my fingertips. I desperately wanted to taste her, but she was too quick for me. Twisting her hips out of my reach she said mischievously, "You'll just have to wait for it, lover! We have a party to go to."

I was aching. I wanted her under me on the floor, right now! There were, I had learned, advantages to patience. She turned towards the mirror and applied a small amount of light colored lipstick. She draped a loose shawl over her shoulders; it might be a long walk from the car to the party. We headed downstairs.

The sorority house sat on approximately five acres of partially wooded land on the outskirts of campus. Bright lights shone invitingly from the windows of the impressive three story structure. The doors were flung open, offering an expansive view of the festivities within. A pair of very large bouncers were stationed outside checking for invitations and costumes. We were quickly admitted.

"This is incredible," Cheryl exclaimed. It was true. The room we were in was huge, much bigger than a typical living room. Chandeliers suspended from high ceilings provided subtle illumination. Lurid red and green strobe lights and dry ice fog added to the effect. Tables were set with food and large bowls of green, effervescent punch. There were elaborately carved Jack-o'-lanterns, dusty tombstones, and a large, open sarcophagus containing a mouldering corpse. There must have been fifty couples frantically bumping and gyrating to music generated by a dreadlocked DJ stationed under a low canopy in the corner.

The decor wasn't what Cheryl had been referring to. It was the costumes. For the most part, they were erotic and stunningly elaborate. The theme seemed to be Greek and Roman Classical, although nothing had been mentioned in the invitations. There were fauns and satyrs; a couple of green, long nailed harpies' taut breasts bounced as they gyrated on the dance floor. Two beautiful, entirely nude young nymphs, their bodies elaborately painted, kissed passionately beneath an acid green strobe light. A golden-skinned Apollo was holding court in a corner, wearing leather sandals and little else. His cock was impressive and becoming even more so as he chatted up the ebony-skinned, magnificent breasted Amazon next to him. 

Cheryl was drawing quite a few stares herself. She hadn't been at school long enough to have met many people—she only transferred in a few months ago—but her self-possessed confidence and uncomplicated beauty blended in well. I was very happy to be with her. 

We mingled, ate some of the deliciously spicy food, sampled the green punch, and danced. It was like being in the circus, or performing on stage. What a bacchanal! We danced to one of the few slow numbers, our bodies grinding together eagerly. We kissed. I remembered my fingers inside her panties earlier in the evening.

Over the course of the last hour or two we encountered a few friends. Melanie, who was also in Cheryl's archery club, was an exotic West Indies girl with a wide mouth and a quirky sense of humor. She had a very open-minded approach to life and was completely unselfconscious. She could often be found doing homework on her laptop, sunbathing in the nude. Her eye-catching thatch of kinky, black pubic hair lent her slender, athletic body a brazenly erotic touch. 

Claire and Melissa, a couple who belonged to the sorority that threw the party, were drama aficionados and had come as Oberon and Titania, their Shakespearean royalty an exception to the unofficial theme. Both were conspicuously bare-breasted, and Oberon had an imposingly large rubber phallus extending lewdly from her loose pants. I could only imagine what they would be getting up to later, after the party.

It was getting warm inside, so our little group decided to visit the grounds behind the house. Cheryl was still carrying her bow. The rear of the house opened out onto impressive, almost formal gardens. There were shallow pools and partially enclosed arbors, some of which offered tantalizing glimpses of naked couples taking erotic advantage of the shadowy darkness. Tiny lights decorated many of the small trees interspersed throughout the backyard. Somebody had put an astonishing amount of effort into the landscaping: it was truly an enchanted fairy land. The garden sprawled for some distance until it met the woods that bordered the property.

Cheryl and I walked along holding hands with Melanie. Melissa and Claire were close behind. The strong punch made us all a bit tipsy. We meandered through the garden and on into the woods. There, we discovered a love seat set under a large tree. A lamp mounted on a tall pole gave out a soft light, just enough by which to see, and to cast pale shadows.

We sat down in a circle on the cool, dry grass. For some reason the landscape, the gardens, the trees appeared surreal: brighter than usual, almost hyperrealistic. It was as if we had somehow crossed into a dreamlike state of otherworldliness and enchantment. Melissa sighed, "It's all so incredibly beautiful. As if Puck cast a spell on us. I can totally imagine him flitting past, 'Like an arrow from a Tartar's bow.'" Titania's quote was eerily prophetic. 

In addition to that dreamlike quality there was also a pervasive, steamy eroticism. My kilt barely covered my aroused state and the girls, all of whom were bare breasted, sported enticingly erect nipples. The atmosphere was charged with sex.

Then, apropos of nothing: "Hey, speaking of the Tartar's bow, what do you guys think about a little archery demonstration?" Melissa was looking at Cheryl and Melanie. They turned their heads and glanced at each other. "Sure, why not?" they agreed.

Claire jumped up and with her lipstick drew a large circle about six feet high on the trunk of the tree rising over the love seat. She marked the center with a bright, red "X". Melissa meanwhile had paced back approximately twenty-five yards and marked with a small branch the spot from which they would shoot. Everything was ready.

"So, five arrows each?" Melanie asked. 

"Sounds good to me," Cheryl answered. They were about equal marksmen so it would be a good contest. 

"What shall we shoot for? I mean, there should be some kind of bet or something, don't you think?" asked Melanie.

There was general agreement. Several ideas were suggested. "How about the loser gives the winner head?" I asked unthinkingly. 

There was a half second of silence. "Oh, my god," Claire gasped. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it." 

Suddenly my face paled. I had just stupidly and unwittingly put Cheryl in a terrible position. If she lost, she would have to slide in between Melanie's thighs and lick her pussy. I was pretty sure that Cheryl had never done that before. On the other hand, if she won she would have to put herself on display for all the world to see. I didn't think she was ready for that either. Shit! I had fucked up royally. 

Cheryl looked at me like she was going to kill me. "You know," I managed to get out, "Maybe that's not such a great idea after all. How about we just do what Melissa suggested, that the loser does the winner's laundry?" I was ready to die. She must have seen the anguish and remorse written across my face. The others, seemingly ignorant of the glance that had just passed between us, ignored my remark. 

Melanie looked at Cheryl, her eyes wide: "I'm game if you are..." 

Cheryl stood up, her face a blank mask against the dark sky. "Okay. Let's do it."

The girls walked excitedly back to the place where Claire had dropped the branch. Cheryl picked up her bow and took my arm. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she whispered agitatedly. "Do you realize what you just did?" 

"Oh god, I am so sorry!" I exclaimed anxiously. "It's just that with all this sex in the air, the party, the punch, I didn't think! I know—I fucked up! You don't have to go through with it—just call it off. I'll give Melanie head if you want. I'll do anything to make it right!"

I was really worked up. Cheryl noticed. "Mark," she said, "You're not going to give Melanie head. Do you have any idea how that would make me feel? Fortunately these girls are my friends, especially Melanie. I don't think I've met anyone besides you since I moved here I feel so comfortable with. But yeah, this is going to be a bitch. The bottom line though, is that I agreed to do it: I made a choice and I'll have to accept the consequences. If I need to learn how to eat pussy I'll do it with a goddamn smile. I'm more worried about what's going to happen if I win."

"But...," I stammered in panic. 

Cheryl interrupted me. "Mark, be quiet. I'll get through this. I still love you. I'm not exactly sure why, but I do. Whatever I do, just back me up."

We rejoined the girls. Claire had already confiscated Cheryl's quiver and removed ten arrows. Five of them she marked with bright red lipstick. "These are for you," she said to Cheryl. She gave the others to Melanie. "Let the games begin!"

Cheryl agreed to shoot first. This was only fair: it was her bow and Melanie would get the opportunity to take the final shot. Melanie and Cheryl stood side by side; the rest of us gathered a few paces behind. What a pair they made! Cheryl, in her leather mini-skirt and sandals and Melanie, lavishly painted and otherwise stark naked. 

Taking a deep breath, Cheryl knocked an arrow to the string and let it fly. Whoosh! It hit well within the red circle but not within Claire's inner "X". Melanie drew next. Her arrow also fell within the big target but managed to nick one of the arms of the "X". Point to Melanie. We cheered excitedly. It was Cheryl's turn: her arrow quivered from the bulls eye, dead on. There was no question who won that point! The girls continued to trade shots, sometimes winning a point and sometimes not. They were both excellent archers. 

The two girls were dead even. It was time for their last shots. I could only imagine what was going through their heads. We spectators were practically panting with excitement and pent up sexual frustration. Cheryl drew and shot: almost a bulls eye, but not quite. It was Melanie's turn. She took a deep breath, drew and fired. Thwok! Not quite in the bulls eye either, but a finger's breadth farther out than Cheryl's. "Shit!" Melanie yelled. Cheryl had won. 

What a contest! We passionately applauded, whooping and hollering like freshmen spectators at a football game. I had just about forgotten Cheryl's predicament when Melanie stepped forward, breathing hard. "Well Cheryl, I guess it's time to claim your prize!" Her eyes were bright and she had a slight grin on her face. I had the feeling she was going to enjoy this.

Cheryl turned away from us, though. "Come with me," she said. "All of you." We returned to the love seat and into the dim light. "Take my hands," she said. We stood in a circle and held hands. "I want each of you to promise me something. What has happened, what is about to happen here in this glade is for us only. No one else can know and you can't tell anyone. Ever. This is very important to me. So important that if you don't agree I'm just going to walk away. No winner, no prize, nothing. Will you swear?"

I was halfway hoping someone would disagree thereby letting Cheryl off the hook, but Claire, Melissa and Melanie solemnly nodded their heads. "Mark?" she asked. Reluctantly I nodded my head as well. "OK. This is what I want you to do. Come stand in front of me. One at a time. You first, Mark." I moved towards her. She seemed totally in control. "Give me your flask," she said. I had completely forgotten about the freezing Kamikaze mixture hanging from my belt. I gave it to her. "Drink," she commanded. I took a long, cold swallow. "Now say: 'I swear' and kiss me." 

"I swear," I said and I kissed her.

Melanie was next. "I swear," she whispered emotionally. She drank from the flask, gently put her hand to Cheryl's cheek and kissed her. It was a long kiss. Melissa and Claire followed suit, each receiving a drink from the flask and a deep kiss after repeating the oath. It was like participating in some ancient, Druidic ritual in which Cheryl was the mystical high priestess.

"Now," said Cheryl, "The rest of you sit over there on the grass. Melanie, I want you here in front." We did as we were told. Melissa, Claire and I formed a rough semicircle facing Melanie in the center. Cheryl had backed off a few steps towards the love seat. She stood in the cone of gentle illumination given off by the high lamp. We waited expectantly. 

Cheryl's bow and quiver were on the ground. She removed her belt and kicked off her sandals, tossing them next to the other things. She reached under her leather mini-skirt and removed her cotton panties. She tossed them on the pile as well. She was now completely naked except for her brief skirt. She languorously arched her back and gazed serenely up at the sky. The moon was waning. She cupped her breasts in her hands, slowly caressing her stiffening nipples with her fingertips. We sat watching, entranced. Nothing could have enticed us to look away.

Cheryl turned her back to us. She slipped out of her skirt and tossed it aside. Her ass was perfect: tight, high, defined. It shone palely in the silver light. She turned around, her arms spread wide, hands facing upward in a gesture of supplication. The moon glittered in her eyes. She was a Goddess in truth: slender, slim hipped, bare breasted. Her cock was long and hard and pointed out from her trim belly like a Priapus in a Greek garden. She waited.

Someone gasped and whispered emotionally, "She's so incredibly beautiful! I had no idea she..." Then Cheryl spoke to us in a soft but clear voice: "Supplicants! I am Diana, Goddess of the Moon and of the Hunt. Mortal, I bid you approach. The time has come to fulfill your oath!" 

Melanie covered the few feet that separated them. Her mouth hung open with surprise and not a little fascination. Cheryl held out her hands. Melanie hesitated for a second and then took them, raising herself up. "Kiss me," Cheryl commanded. Melanie's eyes grew big. Their mouths met in a soft but intensely charged kiss. "Now lick my nipples," whispered Cheryl. Melanie did, gently flicking one and then the other with her soft, pliant tongue. Cheryl had positioned the two of them such that we would be witness to every detail. Cheryl placed her hands gently on Melanie's shoulders and applied a soft, downward pressure.

Melanie sank down onto her knees, cupping Cheryl's high, firm buttocks in her hands. Melanie licked her lips, gazed up into Cheryl's soft, green eyes and leaned forward. She opened her mouth and gently took in Cheryl's thick, bulbous cockhead. It was slick with pre-come. Then, in one smooth motion Melanie engulfed the whole of Cheryl's impressive length, stopping only when her nose bumped up against Cheryl's soft, blonde pubes. Cheryl's eyes rolled back into her head. She gasped.

Melanie began to move her head with a slow, sensual rhythm over Cheryl's saliva slickened cock. She took in the entire length time after time, pulling back slowly, coming up for air, and then swallowing deeply again. Melanie's breasts bobbed enticingly with each stroke. 

God, this girl was good! I have to admit I that felt a twinge of jealousy as I witnessed my girlfriend receiving such lavish and intimate attention from someone other than myself. But I quickly got over it: my own cock had become hard as a rock and was poking up through a gap in my kilt's leather strips. I did nothing to hide the fact. Melissa's hands had wandered up to her lovely, bare breasts. She began to breathe heavily as her fingers flicked her sensitive nipples. Claire's fingers had found her own stiff flesh, but then she shifted one hand between her long legs and began massaging her slippery entrance with a glistening finger.




A Halloween to Remember



Melanie moved one of her hands away from Cheryl's ass to her soft balls. She scraped her fingernails over them gently. She wrapped her other hand around the base of Cheryl's thick shaft and began to stroke. Melanie's tongue wrapped itself around Cheryl's cockhead, flicking, teasing, licking the sensitive ridge behind her glistening slit. Cheryl began to moan passionately. 

Melanie picked up the pace. At this point I noticed Melissa's and Claire's fingers buried deep within each other's slick pussies. They were stroking each other frantically, furiously rubbing at their engorged clits. I could tell by their breathing that they were close to coming. So was I, but I refrained from touching myself, preferring to save myself for Cheryl later. 

Cheryl moved her hands to Melanie's head, first gently stroking her hair and then gripping her head firmly. Cheryl's thick cock disappeared and reemerged from between Melanie's full, wet lips. Cheryl began bucking her hips. Melanie returned her hands to Cheryl's ass, gripping her cheeks hard, riding Cheryl's thrusting cock for all she was worth. Melanie's chin brushed against Cheryl's balls with each penetrating thrust. Suddenly Cheryl threw back her head yelling, "I'm coming!"

She ejaculated hotly, deep in Melanie's throat, shuddering with ecstasy. Melanie continued sliding her mouth and lips on Cheryl. She had returned one hand to Cheryl's quivering cock, stroking it in time with Cheryl's thrusts. I could see Melanie's throat convulse as she attempted to swallow what was undoubtedly a prodigious amount of cum. A small rivulet of white escaped her lips. Cheryl exploded again, her hands still gripping Melanie's head, relentlessly fucking her face, coating the inside of Melanie's mouth for a second time. "Christ!" Cheryl exclaimed, quivering as she blasted another load of hot spunk past Melanie's lips. "I'm still coming!" 

Cheryl's thrusts began to slow as she came down from her intense orgasm. Melanie waited until she was sure Cheryl was through and then settled back on her knees, Cheryl's deflating cock slipping from her mouth with a soft plop. Cheryl lifted Melanie up and kissed her. A thin, translucent thread of cum connected their tongues as they drew apart.

Exhausted, Cheryl collapsed on the love seat. She leaned her forearms on her thighs and looked down at us. Her softening cock remained a thick presence against her balls. Melissa and Claire sat, their legs stretched out before them, having just experienced their own intense orgasms. My dick was still rigid. I gazed in wonder at this incredible, sexy woman whom I loved so completely and who deigned to call herself my girlfriend. 

"I love you Cheryl," Melanie said softly. "I will never, ever forget this as long as I live." 

"Me either," replied Cheryl emotionally. "I never in my life thought I would have an experience remotely like this. I feel so incredibly close to all of you right now, like we're family. Closer than family. Lovers. Soulmates."

She took a deep breath. "So now you know my little secret. You probably wondered why you never saw me in the locker room or under the shower. It would have created quite the scene, wouldn't it? You see, I used to be a guy. For years I knew that I wanted to be a girl. At puberty I began to look at guys the way other guys looked at girls. But I knew I wasn't gay. Around three years ago I started hormone treatments. I had some minor surgery. I moved here at the beginning of the summer to escape my situation up in Washington where I was going to school. No one understood me, no one cared. Not even my own family." 

"Then I met Mark. We really hit it off. Eventually I told him everything, though I was frightened to death he would reject me. But you know what? He said that he loved me. I had finally found somebody who cared, who really appreciated me." Her eyes began to well up. "Mark, if I've never told you this before I'm telling you now: you are my best friend, and I love you. I can't imagine life without you." My heart swelled up in my chest, but I kept quiet: she hadn't finished yet. "But if you ever pull another stunt like tonight's I'm going to take you over my knee and give you a spanking you'll never forget!"

"Promises, promises," I rejoindered weakly. My dick began to droop. The girls laughed uproariously. The spell had been broken. We got up, collected our things and headed back to the party. None of us wanted to stick around any longer. Melissa and Claire left together, promising to be in touch. Not wanting the evening to end, Cheryl asked Melanie if she wanted to join us at my place for a soak in the hot tub. 

"Sure," she said. "I'd love to get some of this body paint off before I go home."

We drove to my apartment and heated up the tub. Melanie jumped into the shower to clean up. Soon we were all warm and relaxed, sipping the rest of the Kamikazes. Cheryl and I were kissing. She was gently stroking me under the water. Melanie, her lovely brown breasts bobbing in the eddying water, brushed her long legs against mine. I was still incredibly horny. I could only imagine how Melanie felt.

"Do you want go inside?" I whispered in Cheryl's ear. 

"What are you thinking, Mark?" Cheryl whispered back, somewhat apprehensively. I knew exactly what I was thinking—and I suspected Cheryl did too—but I was considering how to express my thoughts diplomatically. Cheryl was still stroking me under the bubbling water, teasing me. "I'm thinking that we might invite Melanie to stay the night," I replied slowly. "I mean, it is late and it's a long drive back to her house." 

"Yeah, right," Cheryl leered. "I know what you want: you got to watch Melanie in action tonight and now you want some too." I considered my response. I kind of liked the idea of the three of us together. But I remembered how Cheryl said she would feel when I offered to take her place if she lost the contest. I had certainly experienced a sharp pang of jealousy seeing the two of them together! Would Cheryl feel the same way? 

"I won't lie to you," I said. "That scene tonight was incredibly hot. I was jealous at first, but watching the two of you together was an unbelievable turn on. God, I'm still hard as a rock." Cheryl chuckled softly and squeezed my dick. "You know Melanie is one of my best friends," I continued. "But it's you I love. She could certainly sleep on the couch. But how would you feel about the three of us maybe sleeping together?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Maybe. I like Melanie too. And it is awfully late." She paused. "I guess she can stay. Let's see what happens. But no matter what, I get to fuck you tonight."

My eyes grew big. I knew what that meant. Cheryl was long, longer than me and thick. I could wrap my fingers around her, but barely. She was adept at slowly opening me up, gently inserting her thick, slippery cock in me bit by bit until I was ready for her to pick up the pace. Getting fucked by Cheryl was almost a religious experience.

We got out of the hot tub and dried off. "So Melanie, it's almost bedtime. Why don't you just spend the night here?" I asked. 

"Actually, I was kind of hoping you'd offer," Melanie answered. "It's late and I'm pooped. Just put me anywhere. A couch and a blanket will be fine." 

"Don't be silly," Cheryl said. "You're sleeping with us. Mark has a huge bed and we can all cuddle up together." It was settled. We walked up the stairs to my bedroom. No one had thought to bring a toothbrush so we ended up sharing mine. I lit a few candles and placed them around the bedroom. It created a nice ambiance. 

Melanie walked out of the bathroom. She had found an old T-shirt of mine and was wearing it. It came down to just below her ass cheeks. She looked extremely sexy and the thin material did little to hide her breasts and protruding nipples. Cheryl and I were on the bed. We were both naked and kissing. There was a shiny bead of pre-come clinging to the end of my cock, and Cheryl was gently stroking me. 

"I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your..." Melanie started to say. She saw what we were doing and her eyes got big. A hungry look crossed her face. 

"Care to join us?" I asked. She pulled the shirt over her head and bounced onto the bed, laughing.

We scooted over, making a space between us. Melanie was staring intently at my hard cock. "Are you sure you don't mind?" Melanie asked Cheryl, looking up into her eyes. 

"My boyfriend watched you giving me head, why should I mind watching you go down on him?" she answered brightly. A little too brightly. I couldn't help wondering if she was really okay with this. The thought retreated to the back of my mind though, as I rolled over onto my back and Melanie began to take me into her mouth. The flickering candlelight rendered the scene eerily reminiscent of what played out earlier in the glade.

Melanie circled her tongue around my swollen cockhead slurping up the dollop of pre-come shining at the tip. She licked her lips and sucked the entire head into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm against my sensitive skin. Then, with that same smooth motion she had used earlier, she engulfed my whole shaft deep into her mouth. Though my dick wasn't quite as long as Cheryl's it was still an impressive maneuver. She held me in her mouth for a second then stuck her tongue out and sensually licked my balls. I practically came on the spot.

Melanie bobbed her head slowly up and down my slick pole, alternately rising up to run her tongue around the head and then moving down to swallow me, burying her nose deep in my wiry pubic hair. Cheryl watched, a rapt expression on her face. I noticed that her cock had regained its strength. It was an impressive sight.

Melanie came up for air. "Wait a second," I said. "I don't want to come just yet. Let's switch places." Melanie leaned back and brought her legs around from under her. She lay on her back, knees up, her smooth legs apart. I raised myself up on my elbows and knees and started exploring Melanie's exquisite pussy. 

And it was exquisite. Her unfurled lips were deep pink and glistening with her juices. She was so aroused; her secretions had wandered all the way down to her cute, puckered little asshole. I touched my tongue to her reverently. I began to lick slowly up and down from Melanie's glistening, engorged clit to her little rosebud. I inserted my tongue into her hot pussy, slowly tongue fucking her as she squirmed under me. She tasted sweet and slightly tangy.

Cheryl was watching avidly, her face a portrait of lust, or was it something else? Her eyes were bright. She had moved her hands up to her breasts and was pinching her nipples almost cruelly. Her cock was huge and trembling. I cupped my hands under Melanie's ass cheeks as I continued to run my tongue in and around her delectable pussy. She held my head with her hands, stroking my hair and moaning, clenching her stomach muscles in ecstasy. 

Cheryl crawled around behind me. I heard the distinctive sound of lube being squirted from a plastic bottle. I felt its coolness in me. I was looking forward to the gentle, erotic experience I knew was coming. She placed her slick cockhead firmly against my hole and began to push, quickly inserting about half of it. I could feel my asshole stretching almost painfully around her. Once the head was in I knew I could take the rest, but she usually let me take it more slowly. It was uncomfortable. 

Then suddenly she seized me by the hips and with a loud moan thrust her huge cock into me: hard, past my protesting sphincter and deep into my ass. Slam! Our bodies smacked together. I felt the pain immediately, but I was held tight, transfixed. I felt like I had been split down the middle. What was she doing? She pulled out quickly, then plunged violently into me again. Once more our bodies collided, her cock driving aggressively into my bottom, burying itself again even deeper. For a brief second I could feel her pubes against my ass cheeks.

She pulled out and proceeded to fuck me hard, fast, relentlessly. She groaned passionately each time her body slammed into mine. It really hurt! Her cock was a fiery arrow driven deep inside me. Could it be that Cheryl seeing me with Melanie had left her a little threatened and jealous after all? If so, she was definitely letting me know about it. I squirmed, trying to get away, but there was nothing I could do. My hands were pinned beneath Melanie's ass cheeks and Cheryl's aggressive thrusts forced my face ruthlessly against Melanie's dripping pussy. 

After about a dozen hot, furious strokes she slowed down and pulled out. Melanie, meanwhile, had come explosively and was gently stroking my head. My face was slick with pussy juice. 

My emotions were in an uproar. I felt battered and used yet strangely, powerfully turned on. Cheryl squirted a generous quantity of cool lube onto my burning asshole. She rested her cock against me. "I'm going to come inside you, Mark." 

"And Mark is going to come inside me!" Melanie chimed in brightly. 

I just desperately wanted to come. Throughout this whole emotionally and erotically charged evening I was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm. It was my turn now!

Melanie slipped out from under me and turned around with her saucy little bottom facing me. She raised her ass up into the air and wiggled it invitingly. Her pussy was wide open and still very much slick with her juices. I moved up between her legs, gripped her firmly by the hips and quickly buried my throbbing cock in her tight, hot pussy. Finally! 

Cheryl moved her own newly lubricated erection back to my bruised asshole and very gently and tenderly inserted the head. "Are you okay?" she asked. 

I had to admit it felt much better this time. This was the way I liked it. "Yeah," I said. "Go slowly for awhile, okay?"

Cheryl pushed in gradually until her pubes brushed my ass cheeks. She bent her head and grazed my back with her lips, licking me in tight little circles. I got goose bumps. She unhurriedly pulled out and pressed her cock back in again. Melanie was fucking me too, but much faster, thrusting herself back against me with abandon. The slap of her tight bottom against my belly contrasted with the smooth friction that I was experiencing with Cheryl. It was all I could do to keep our two cocks, mine and Cheryl's, from slipping out and spoiling the rhythm we had established.

The three of us were moving together for a couple of minutes when Cheryl picked up the pace. Now she was pulling out of me all the way and thrusting back in quickly, slapping her hips resoundingly against my ass. I could feel her hit bottom with every thrust. My pain had pretty much dissipated and I was really getting into it. 

Melanie's vigorous efforts now coincided perfectly with Cheryl's; I hung on and enjoyed the wild ride. Suddenly Cheryl shouted out, "I'm coming!" and spurted deep into my ass. 

Melanie bucked furiously against me. She had reached back between her legs and was rubbing her throbbing clit with abandon. "Oh god!" she screamed, shuddering violently with her own intense orgasm. 

Then I lost it. My balls tightened and with a muffled shout I ejaculated deep into Melanie's pussy. Both girls continued to move their bodies eagerly against mine. I came again and again. The whole erotic, spellbound evening seemed profoundly encapsulated in this final, intensely intimate act.

Finally we were through. Cheryl pulled out of me, her spunk dripping wetly down my crack and onto my balls. I backed smoothly out of Melanie. My cock was covered with cum, both mine and her own. I sprawled out on my back, my eyes closed, exhausted. "You know that cartoon character that gets hit by a big rubber mallet and then sees stars spinning around his head?" I asked. "That's me." I lay there for a second, feeling the girls shift around on the bed. Then I felt two tongues and two silky pairs of lips on my softening penis. They were licking me gently, cleaning me up.

Sunday morning dawned and we slept right through it. It wasn't until hours later that Melanie rolled off the bed and announced, "I'm going to take a shower and then I am going to make you guys a huge breakfast!" 

"That sounds wonderful," Cheryl said. 

"Coffee too," I chimed in. Melanie left for the bathroom. Both Cheryl and I had gotten up earlier to use the bathroom and clean up. Then we crawled back into bed, cuddling up with each other. 

After a while, before Melanie came back, Cheryl spoke: "Mark, I want to apologize. I was a little rough with you last night, I know it. I didn't mean to be. I was so turned on and then suddenly, like someone flipped on a light switch, I felt this searing emotion. I was jealous: I mean totally, insanely jealous. Watching you with Melanie, I mean. I know I agreed to the whole thing—I thought it would be a real turn-on, for both of us. But I've never felt such a pervasive, blinding emotion before. Like, there you were, this guy who professed to love me having intense sex with this totally hot girl right next to me in the same bed! I actually saw red. I thought: 'Wait a minute! She's not your girlfriend, I'm your girlfriend! What's going on here?'" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I didn't think, I just reacted. Please tell me I didn't hurt you too much. I'm so sorry! How do you feel?"

"How do I feel? My butt's still tender, if that's what you mean. Your cock is not small and you were fucking me like a demon. But you know something? After awhile I really began to get into it. And then, well, everything was great. Amazing, really. But Cheryl, you said you were jealous. Do you still feel that way?"

"I really like Melanie," Cheryl said. "I'm half way in love with her if you want to know the truth. Maybe that was part of it too. But I realized something last night. I've been through so much over the past few years, not really knowing who I was, who I was becoming. Then I met you. You kind of validated me in a way; made me understand that I was a good person irrespective of my sexuality. I mean, you certainly had no hang-ups about me so why should I? And as for everybody else, who cares? I suddenly felt, I don't know: liberated, free. Why should I be jealous of Melanie? She wasn't taking you away from me; in fact, she was bringing us closer together!"

"You know, Cheryl, you're right. That's really cool! You make me want to fall in love with you all over again. But let me ask you this: would you ever do it again? I mean, the two of us and Melanie?" 

"Yeah, why not? When I finally got over myself it was actually an incredible turn on. And you and Melanie were certainly enjoying yourselves. God, you made her squirm when you went down on her! I could taste her on you when we were licking you up last night. It wasn't half bad. Maybe one day you can teach me how to do that: eat pussy, I mean. Do you really still love me, Mark?" 

"Yeah. I do." I reached over and kissed her, our mouths coming together softly. Our tongues met. Everything was going to be okay. I turned Cheryl over onto her back and knelt between her long legs. I brought my mouth up to her rapidly stiffening cock. I sucked it into my mouth. 

Just then Melanie came out of the bathroom, head down, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. "Guys," she said. "What do you want for breakfast? Eggs, bacon, pancakes?" Then she looked up. Her eyes got wide. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Just look at you two!"

Cheryl's cock was buried deep in my mouth. I came up for air. We shared a look. "Well, what do you think, Melanie?" Cheryl asked. Melanie let the towel drop and slowly walked over to the bed smiling and shaking her head. 

Her nipples were already stiff. "Well, it sure looks like we won't be eating for a while!" she proclaimed. 

Cheryl snickered. "I wouldn't be too sure of that," I said.



A Halloween To Remember



This is a contest story. Please vote. The usual caution to people who don't like incest stories. Anyway, hope you enjoy and your comments are more than welcome. 

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I want to tell you about how things changed for me and mom the other day on Halloween, but let me tell you a little bit about our family first.

My name is Scott Thomas. I'm 18, a senior in high school. I have a sister, Anna, who is away at college. I live at home with my mom, Judith, and my father, Frank. He's a businessman who works for Boeing as a sales representative. He flies around the world selling planes and making large lease arrangements with foreign carriers. That keeps him overseas a lot, sometimes for weeks at a time. 

We live in a middle-class suburban neighborhood and have a quiet life. Our house is like the others on the block--mid-sized, newer homes. Lawn in front. Fenced back yard. Some landscaping. Like everyone else we make sure the lawn is mowed and the property looks nice, sort of keeping up our end on the appearance front.

Mom is active locally with various groups and our neighborhood association board and seems happy. Maybe contented is a better word. It's a secure life. With prudence and frugality they have managed to save a lot. That caution and foresight served them so well that the recent economic downturn has had little or no effect on us. For example, for years they made double mortgage payments with the second payment going totally to principal. The result was a paid-off mortgage in less than half the time and a savings of thousands of dollars in interest. Not many families own their homes free and clear as we do. And they set up annuities for Anna and me when we were born so our college education and a start in our careers is already in the bank. I have much to be grateful for.

Even so, I'm bored. I know that lots of guys my age are bored , too, and just go through high school like they're in some kind of a trance. I'm not like that, making sure I study hard and get good grades. I have taken the SAT test and done well enough to get into a good school, and I play sports--football and track--and work out a lot. I've even taken some boxing lessons, against my mom's wishes, but encouraged by my dad. They were very useful. I learned a lot and the headgear protected me from any heavy blows. I liked it and got to be pretty good at avoiding being hit while doing better than average on the attack. It gave me a lot of self-confidence. We don't have a lot of bullies around but I know I can take care of myself in almost any situation. All in all I don't have much to complain about. But I wonder, sometimes, if there is something wrong with me. I feel like I'm marking time. I ask myself, "Is this it? Life does not get any more exciting than this?" There is a kind of flatness to my existence that I am not sure how to get over. It seems I should be more alive. 

I have had a few girlfriends, but no one serious, and beyond some petting sessions with one or two, nothing more. It's frustrating for me to hear the guys talking about "fucking" and getting "blow jobs." Those are just words to me. I have to relieve myself just to stop from going crazy and that's at least a daily occurrence, but it is also the extent of my sex life.

Dad and I get along fine, though, as I've mentioned, he is gone a lot. And mom, she and I have always been close. I have her looks mostly and she has always doted on me and encouraged me to do well and made me buckle down when I slipped up. That's probably why I work so hard at school. I don't want to disappoint her. I also have tried to be more mature than other guys, I guess, because dad is gone so much and that makes me sort of the man of the house. It made me a little more protective of her, though she lives a safe life and doesn't need looking after. 

She is very pretty, in my opinion. Not drop-dead gorgeous but lovely to look at, with her brown, sort of short hair and gray eyes, eyes that let you see into her, into her generous, gentle and loving soul, it seems to me. Sometimes I catch myself looking at her when she wears something that accents her figure. She has full breasts but most of the time she dresses to de-emphasize them, and she has very good legs. I can't help but look and sometimes think of her when I am relieving myself in my room, just because I like her so much more than any other girl I have ever met and that is only partly because she is my mother. 

I wonder, sometimes, if I should feel guilty thinking of her when I'm jacking but I figure it's just my imagination and it's OK. Just thoughts. Still, the images of her under me, legs open, her soft body moving with me as I stroke her, whispering to me how good it feels, kissing her full lips, open for my tongue, meeting it, seeing her tits jiggle when I thrust really hard into her; or coming up behind her in the kitchen and feeling her up from behind, bending her over, lifting her skirt and pushing her panties to the side, then sliding into her welcoming wet, tight pussy, holding her hips while she's pushing back to meet me and moving with me-- and I cum in no time. Maybe I should feel guilty about not feeling guilty about my feelings for her but I don't. And it's not competition with my father. He is her husband and he gets to fuck her. Well, I'm like him. I want to fuck her too.

It was Halloween that night and mom and I had just finished dinner. I was helping her in the kitchen, washing up. It was a little after 6:00.

"It'll be dark soon," she said. "I got some candy. Three types. Would you put it out for me, honey?" She was wearing a red sweater and matching short skirt. She looked very sexy, more than usual as if she had prepared for tonight and I wondered why but decided she was just dressing for the evening, even though only kids would show up and would not come in. But, I figured, often the parents were in the street, discreetly watching, and I suppose she wanted to be presentable if she happened to be the one opening the door."I got some wine, Scott. You feel like having a glass and watching TV while we wait for our little gremlins?" 

"Sounds good, mom." I was putting the candy in a large bowl and took it out to the hallway and set it down on the bench by the front door that we sit on to take our shoes off when we come in the house. There are two hallways, one that leads straight to the back door. The other is at a right angle to it, to the right, just past the entryway and leads to the other baths and bedrooms. There is a laundry area and half-bath off the hallway by the back door and an open doorway by the back door to the kitchen. The living room opens to the left from the hall with the kitchen and eating area next to it.

"Have you heard from dad?"

"He called today about 11:00," she called out. "Very late there. From Shanghai and he has a couple of other cities to visit. He won't be home until next week sometime."

"Might be fun for you to go with him," I said. 

"Well, it's just business and meetings and conferences and stuff like that." I could hear cupboard doors closing in the kitchen. "Maybe I will next time. He'll be going to China again. I'd like to see it. And if he goes to Bali count me in."

Mom brought in glasses and wine and we sat down on the couch. She switched on the TV and clicked around, settling for one of the local stations that show re-runs. This time, old Seinfeld episodes that we both still enjoy. I sat down next to her and poured the wine. The west side of the living room was a bank of windows and a french door that let out to the patio and the fenced yard beyond. The setting sun was too bright, making it hard to see the screen, so I got up to pull the curtains, locking the french door while I was at it, creating our own little island of privacy. Then I switched on the propane fireplace and settled back on the couch. On impulse I put my arm around her. She shifted a little closer to my side, tucking her legs up under her. We grabbed our glasses and clicked them in a toast. "Boo," she said. "This is nice, Scott."

"Boo," I answered. "It sure is." Her body felt really good against mine. I couldn't remember sitting this close to her before. Around the house we looked at each other with open affection but there wasn't much touching. Just a hug now and then. A very proper mom/son relationship but the very lack of contact seemed exaggerated to me and made my awareness of her even more intense and I was wondering if she was conscious of it too. Like if we were standing close to each other, if I turned toward her she would take a step away, or lean away. Almost like a magnetic field with the like poles keeping us apart. Just a switch would have the opposite effect and I wondered if that was why she was so skittish. As if she was afraid of what might happen. But for now, at least for a while, the magnetic effect had been canceled.

The Seinfeld episode was an especially good one and we watched, laughing and sipping our wine. Then came a knock at the door and I got up to open it.

"Trick or Treat!" came the cry from about five little kids in colorful costumes. I could see the parents lurking in the background. One little girl dressed like a she-devil had a sack and I piled some candy in for her and then for the others who held out their sacks, giggling, chattering, excited, jittering around like little kids.

I shut the door and went back to the couch. Mom sat up until I got settled, then relaxed again at my side, my arm back around her shoulders, pulling her a little closer this time. 

"This is fun, isn't it?" she said.

"Yes...I like being with you like this, mom. You feel good."

"Glad you like... I do too."

This was repeated several times more , the kids in their cute costumes having a wonderful time. One kid was noteworthy. He was about seven and someone had fashioned a torso to rest on his shoulders. It was draped with a long shirt and had what looked like blood all over the top where the head should have been. The torso's right arm was crooked around the kid's head like it was holding it. I called mom and we took a picture. It was quite a sight. 

Back on the couch mom said, "We should be almost through. I doubt if anyone will come after 9. We had killed the first bottle and were working on a second. She'd bought several bottles so we would not have to keep shopping. We were well into it when the doorbell rang again.

A short figure in a clown's suit--really a coat, sweater and pants of the same loud colors-- in white-face and covered in large red dots with a yellow mop wig and very red lipstick said "Trick or Treat." 

Her voice sounded a little low and as I turned to pick up the candy bowl she pushed inside, followed by three men behind her who had been standing to the side. One closed the door and locked it, then shut off the porch and hall lights. 

"Hey," I said, alarmed. "What do you think you're doing?"

One of the men said, "Shut up," and pulled out a pistol.

"Let's go inside," the man with the gun said, and we went into the living room. Mom had heard the commotion and was standing, her hand open, palm against her chest. She said, her voice trembling, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Relax, lady," the man with the gun said . "That your mom?" he asked me.

I told him she was. "Go stand by her," he said. I went over to mom and stood beside her, my arm around her. 

"Now just relax. We just want to look around and see if you got anything we want." He turned to the girl. "Take a look around," and she disappeared down the hall to the bedrooms.

The man was holding the gun on us with the second man standing next to him. The third came around behind us, then I felt him take hold of my arm. "Put your hands behind you," he said. 

"Like hell I will," I said. 

The guy with the gun said, "Now look, your mom already thinks you're a hero." My anger seemed to bore him. "Trying to prove it again will get you hurt. Don't be stupid." 

Mom looked at me, her face etched with anxiety. "Scott, honey, do as he says."

Reluctantly I did, then felt the cool metal of hand cuffs slipped on my wrists and locked before I could react.

"Awright, just the way we want it," he said. I noticed he was chewing gum. He was smiling, chewing loudly, smacking his lips and looking at mom. They seemed to be waiting for the girl to come back.

I knew they wouldn't find anything. Mom was not into jewelry at all. She had a gold wedding band and that was it. And we didn't carry cash. We had the standard stuff everyone has and none of it was new. It was not worth stealing.

"You boys want some wine?" The girl had returned through the hall kitchen door. She had opened a bottle for each. She passed them around. "They got nothin'. No jewelry, no money in her purse, no fucking credit cards! These people don't live fancy," she said.

"Well, shit," the man with the gun said, "that really pisses me off. I guess we picked the wrong house." He looked at us. "We choose pretty carefully. No old people. No kids." He took his gum out and put it in his pocket, then tipped his bottle up, taking a long drink, slurping the wine down. I was watching his adam's apple go up and down as he was swallowing. He stopped drinking and looked at us. "It's a good wine," he said with what he seemed to think was an appraising tone, "but not a great wine." He set the bottle down on the coffee table. He was smiling at us. He had about a three-day beard growth and blotches of make- up on his face, fake glasses and a stocking cap. The other two had similar get-ups. I didn't recognize any of them and don't know if I could have if they were cleaned up. 

"So now that there's nothing worth stealing, what are we gonna do to make this interesting? We're a group. We only do this once a year, on Halloween for obvious reasons, and always in different cities. We're involved in the legitimate sex business but that's all I'll say about that." He took another swig of his wine. "The robbery's not so important as the action, but it helps pay expenses. So we just take stuff that gets us quick cash." He waved the gun toward the couch. "Why don't you two sit down and make yourselves comfortable while we figure this out," he said. 

Mom and I sat down. The cuffs made it uncomfortable and I had to sit forward on the couch. Mom was a close to me as she could get, her arm in mine, pulling me against her. I could feel her shivering. "Just hold on," I whispered to her. "We'll get through this."

"Sugar," the man with the gun said, "Why don't you suck my cock while I think about this."

The not-so-little girl with the yellow wig said, "Sure, honey." She went up to him, then got down on her knees, undid his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down in one motion. He had a big cock that drooped down over his balls. She inched closer, then propped his cock up with her fingertips and took it in her mouth.

"How dare you!" my mother said. She was trembling, but not in fear, in rage. "How dare you!"

He ignored her, putting a hand on the girl's head., guiding it as she sucked as much as she could. He was hard now, stroking her mouth in and out. "You boys get ready if you want some," he said. 

Mom and I were both staring at this display not ten feet in front of us. The other two men had pushed their pants and underwear down and were standing, drinking their wine, watching, stroking their cocks, waiting...

"Nothin' like a good cocksucker like I got here in Sugar to get the old brain cells working," he said, while the girl's head bobbed faster and faster on his thick cock. 

The third man stepped behind Sugar and began feeling her up as she was sucking. She groaned and freed her mouth so he could pull her coat and sweater off. She wasn't wearing a bra and her medium-sized tits fell free. She went back to her cock without looking back at him and resumed sucking in earnest.

Just then the doorbell rang again. The man with the gun looked at my mom. "Go answer it. Give them candy. Get rid of them. Act nice," he said. He motioned to the second man to follow her. "He'll be just out of sight, listening, honey."

Mom got up and went to the front door, turning on the hall and porch lights. 

"Trick or Treat!" two voices cried in unison. 

I heard mom say something about their costumes, how scary they were. There was a pause while she put candy in their bags, then, "there you go, kids...have fun." 

"Hi Judith, you shut down so soon? Everything all right?" I recognized the voice, though it was fainter and sounded like it was coming from the street. It was Carol Nelson, a friend who lived down the block. 

Mom said, "Hi Carol, just a headache I guess. I'll be fine."

"OK, then, goodnight. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Thanks, Carol, goodnight," mom said, and shut the door. The man who had been listening came up and locked the door and shut the lights back off. "You did good, honey," I heard him say. "Now back to the living room." Carol's concerned voice from the safe street made me feel all the more isolated. There was nothing we could do.

I had been watching the girl sucking the guy with the gun. He hadn't cum but the third man was still feeling her up. He had pulled her pants and panties down to her knees and was humping her butt. He was hard and ready. "Wanna fuck her?" the man with the gun asked.

"Sure."

He pulled his cock out of the girls mouth. "On your back, honey," he said. She got on her back and the third man pulled her pants and panties down further, enough for her to open her legs. Mom and the second man walked back in as the third man pushed into the girl's hairy pussy and began fucking her in hard short strokes, each stroke accompanied by a gasp from the girl.

"You are disgusting... this is outrageous," my mother said in a strained voice, her expression a mix of stress, dread and anxiety. "You will be arrested and sent to prison." She stood, shaking, looking at the man with the gun with his erect cock sticking straight out, at the couple fucking, and at me. 

"Sit down, honey," he said to her, and she sat down again with me. "What is going to happen to us, Scottie. I'm scared," she whispered. 

I leaned close to her ear. "Just try to be calm, mom. Try," I said, inwardly giving the same advice to myself. 

"Hold on a sec," the man with the gun said. They stopped. "Lift up some, Sugar," he said, and she arched her back. He got down and put her coat under her butt. "Don't want cum on their pretty carpet," he said. "OK, let `er rip," and the third man started stroking again.

"When he's done Jake here will take his turn," he said, indicating the second man, "and then I'll finish up." He looked at me and mom. "We like to entertain the people we rob. Sort of like, I don't know, surprise performance art, or something to make up for the stuff we take. A kind of sex participation show for our mutual viewing enjoyment. But it looks like the only two left out are you guys, our hosts. Doesn't seem quite right. Like we're being rude or something."

"You are evil, horrible people," mom said, her voice shaking with anger.

He looked at mom and then at me. "She sure is a pretty little thing, isn't she? Bet you'd like to fuck her. Ever thought about it?"

"No."

"Let that thought enter your mind, sonny," he said. 

Just then we heard the groan of the third man as he came, groaning and moaning and Sugar was moaning too though it was hard to tell if her's were real. He pulled out and stood up, his cock still wet and semi-hard. 

"Let's see what he's got," he said to the third man, waving the gun toward me. "Stand him up."

He came up to the couch and pulled me to my feet. Sugar moved over and unbuckled my belt. 

"Stop it, goddamn you. This is my mother!"

She pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, freeing my cock. "Lift your foot," she said and I did and she pulled off my sock and then my pants and underwear from one leg. She did the same with the other leg. 




A Halloween To Remember



I had been almost hard from watching all this. I couldn't help it but when I saw what they were going to do I lost it in a second, and it shrank, like I had just been plunged into a vat of very cold water. They turned me toward mom. She was still seated but she couldn't help glancing down. Goddamn, my pride was hurt. My cock was shrunk like a kid's. It was humiliating.

"Judith, is it?" the man with the gun asked. "I think the poor boy's embarrassed. Why don't you suck his cock for him and get it back to normal. Not fair to the boy the way it is."

"I can't do that. I'm his mother!" she said, and I said, "You bastards, this is my mother!" Both came out at the same time.

"Aw shit! Calm down." He sounded bored again. "We're not leaving until you do. You want this over, then cooperate."

Sugar said to mom, "Hey, honey, suck it. Feels great in your mouth. You'll love it." She turned to the man with the gun, grinning. "Maybe she's never sucked cock before. Maybe it'll be a first for both of them."

"Maybe he needs some visual stimulation," he said. This guy was really pissing me off. "Visual stimulation," like this was some kind of a joke. He motioned to the second guy to go over to the couch. "Stand, please," the guy with the gun said to my mother. She stood. "Hands up!" he commanded. Slowly she lifted her arms. He motioned with the gun to the second guy who pulled her sweater over her head, flipped it on the floor, then unclipped her bra almost in the same motion. The guy was good at this. She dropped her arms and the bra fell off. She looked resigned and defeated. But her tits, my god, her glorious tits. Full pendulous breasts with large areolas and jutting nipples. I had no idea they were this big. I couldn't help it. I was staring at her as if I was seeing her for the first time. The guy with the gun whistled his approval. The second and third guys were impressed too. "Wow, she's something," one said. Sugar said, "What I wouldn't give for knockers like that." 

Mom was looking at me, a pleading look in her eyes. I looked down at my cock and saw to my horror that it was swelling and lifting and I couldn't stop it.

"Sorry mom, a mind of his own," I managed to stammer, but I was really relieved. 

"Hey, a good looking cock on that kid," the guy with the gun said. He turned to the girl. "I agree with you, Sugar, I think she should suck it too."

"Definitely," Sugar said.

The second guy and Sugar were looking at each other. He was smiling at her and she got the message. She looked at mom and said, "Watch me." She went over to him and got on her knees. Then she took his cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked it for a few seconds, then pulled back and looked at mom long enough to say, "See? Nothing to it," and went back to sucking him. 

"Well," the guy with the gun said to mom. "What are you waiting for? Give this young man what he needs." He motioned with the barrel to her and she stepped over to me. 

"Sorry, baby," she said.

"Mom, please, you don't have to."

"They won't leave unless I do." She got on her knees and took my cock in her hand, delicately running her fingers over it. She licked the tip, swirled her tongue around the head and then put it in her mouth, sucking it all the way in.

I couldn't believe the sensations. And her hands. I was so surprised. She moved them to my butt, grabbing each cheek and pulling me into her. I couldn't help it and started fucking her mouth. The goddamn handcuffs stopped me from grabbing her head but she seemed to understand and used her hands to pull me into her. In just a few strokes I was so revved up that I started what in better times I liked to call my automatic cum sequence, where, you know, it's unstoppable but I panicked because I thought I shouldn't cum in her mouth. I pulled out at the last second just as I spurted, shooting cum on her hair and face, gasping and groaning as I did. I couldn't control the direction because of the cuffs. The next spurts went on her tits and chest. There was a lot of it, almost more than I've ever cum before. Mom looked up at me and I thought I saw admiration in her eyes. The hurt look was gone and I thought I saw a sort of smoky look, like she was turned on. She put my cock back in her mouth and worked it some more with her tongue. She kept sucking and I kept gasping. Then she moved her head back and put her hand on my cock, her pretty fingers holding it almost too tight, stroking it back and forth rapidly several more times, her brow knitted a little as she concentrated on milking the last drops out. I thought it was a thoughtful gesture, a sort of hygienic thing to get it all out, and I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything that sounded right. The guy with the gun could, though.

"Man, that was impressive. An impressive fucking blow job," he said. 

The second guy was still fucking Sugar's mouth and his pace picked up. He was close, speeded up some more and came with a long, loud groan but kept his cock in her mouth. I could see her swallowing.

Mom had already gotten up and went over to sit on the couch. She grabbed her wine glass. She took a long drink as if blowing me had made her thirsty. 

"Shit, girl," the guy with the gun said to mom. "You need to fuck this kid. I want to watch it. And then our evening will be complete."

"You have debased me and my son beyond measure," mom said, without looking at him. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, holding her glass of wine, staring at my cock which was even now still semi-hard. "Have you no limits?" She sounded tired.

"Debased. Sounds bad. But you looked to me like maybe you liked it. He sure did. Anyway, let's see you without that skirt."

He turned to Sugar who was standing, one hand on her hip, the other holding a wine bottle. She had taken a big swig and was swishing it around in her mouth like a mouthwash, rinsing the second guy's cum off her teeth, and then swallowed. "Help her get undressed."

"OK." She went over to mom.

"I can undress myself," mom said. She was shaking some with rage and humiliation and that was making her breasts shake a little bit with her. 

"Stand up and turn around," Sugar said.

She put her glass down, stood and turned around. Sugar unbuttoned and then unzipped her skirt. She pulled it off along with her panties. They were red satin panties. "Step out of them, please," Sugar said, like she was a cop. Mom stepped out of them. "Socks too, please." Mom lifted each foot so she could take them off. She stood up and turned mom around toward me and the men."Ta Da! Well, what do you think? Not bad, eh?" 

The guy with the gun whistled his approval. "A fucking work of art," he said. The second and third guys nodded. "She's hot, alright," one said.

I was staring at her, flabbergasted. She was beautiful. She still had a narrow waist and just a little paunch, almost nothing, on her tummy. Then her hips flared, framing her trimmed but full V patch and her legs, just wonderfully shaped legs that I had noticed before but seeing her in the altogether, the whole package, gave me a completely different perspective. She was eyeing me coolly. My cock, as if it could read my mind, was on the rise, getting harder. 

"Look, kid," the guy with the gun said. "We want to watch you fuck your mom and then we will get out of here. But the cuffs. We don't want to restrain you. If you think you can behave yourself we will let you out of them. Do you think you can?"

I was looking at mom, her face, tits and chest still with my cum visible on them, and my cock now completely hard. We were maybe six feet apart. "Yes I can," I said.

"OK," he said. "Remember, there's this--he waved the gun--and there are three of us guys and just one of you. So behave yourself," he said. "Except with your mom." He was smiling at me.

The third guy handed him the key and he pulled his pants up enough to walk over to me and he unlocked the cuffs. What a relief to have my hands free. I moved my arms around a little and rubbed my wrists.

The guy with the gun put the cuffs in his pocket and said, "Let's see... how should we handle this?"

Sugar was still topless and had not bothered to pull up her pants. She said, "Have him lie on his back and she can straddle him, and he needs to take his sweatshirt off."

"Good idea," the guy with the gun said. "Lie down, sonny, and get ready for momma."

He motioned with the gun barrel. I took the sweatshirt off and got down on the rug, on my back, my hard cock against my stomach. 

"OK, honey, your turn." He motioned with his gun. 

Like a sleepwalker, Mom moved closer, standing with her feet on each side of my waist, then squatted down until her knees were on the carpet, her pussy just above my cock, then leaned forward until her hands were caressing my face. She bent her head down, her breasts brushing my chest as she did, and whispered in my ear, "Just hang on, honey. Just think about us and not these people. We'll get through this. Think about your girlfriend."

"No, mom," I whispered back. "I'll be thinking about you." 

"Let's see you feel her tits, sonny. Get her ready."

Mom moved her head up, but I couldn't read her expression. Maybe amazement at what I had said, or surprise, maybe desire...I couldn't tell, but I saw a rush of color in her cheeks. "I'm ready now," mom said, looking at me directly.

Mom put my hands on her breasts and felt back for my cock. She took the tip and lowered herself until it was just at her opening and then let herself down on it. I felt myself sliding into her hot channel and was astonished at how warm and wet it was and how tightly it held my cock. 

"Wow," Sugar said.

The men were standing around us, stroking their cocks. 

Mom raised herself, then lowered herself slowly, then up again and down again. My hands were on the full softness of her breasts. I was kneading them and rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and I could feel her fluids leaking out of her pussy down my cock as she slid up and down on my hot pole. I sensed that she did not want to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much pleasure she was feeling and was trying to act as if she was doing this strictly because she had to but that disappeared as her passion began to rise and take over her body. She began to move more rapidly, going up and down, faster and faster, and then rubbing her pussy with its swollen clit against my front, then up and down again, faster and faster until she pulled her head back and then with a long, low groan collapsed against me, her head on my shoulder, her lips kissing my neck, her pussy still rubbing up and down on my front, my cock still inside her, still hard.

"Oh my god, Scottie," she whispered in my ear. We lay still that way. She stretched out her legs and was lying on top of me, her face at my neck. My arms were around her back, stroking her.

"I do believe the lady came," said the man with the gun.

"I think you're right," said Sugar.

"Awesome," said one of the other men.

"Well, shit," the man with the gun said to Sugar, breaking the reverential silence that seemed to have taken over. "I'm the only one here who hasn't cum yet. Makes me the party pooper, I guess."

"Relax, honey," Sugar said to him with her throaty purr. "Sugar's pussy's always buttered for you, baby."

"Maybe we should take our leave and let this nice young couple have some privacy," he said. He pulled up his pants and the others got fixed up too.

Mom hadn't moved. My arms were still around her, stroking her back

"Got a joint, Sugar?" 

I was watching them.

"Sure honey," she said, and reached in her jacket pocket, pulling out a Marlboro box where she kept them. He put one in his mouth, put the barrel up to the end of the joint and pulled the trigger. A little flame popped out. He took a long drag, sipped some air, and passed the joint to Sugar. She did the same and passed it to the other two.

He looked down at me. "A friend of mine makes them." He was still holding the smoke in, the words coming out one at a time and strained. "Pretty...good,... huh?.. Looks...like... the.. real... thing." He exhaled with a whoosh. "Have to be careful where you use it, though, `cause so many people are packin' these days. No goddamn gun laws."

"Listen," he said. "If you had had some money or something else it would have been a perfect evening. Pretty good the way it was though." He was looking at mom lying quietly on top of me. "You got yourself a fine looking lady there, young man. I hope you take good care of her." 

They all moved toward the front door. Sugar called out, "Mind if we take some candy?" They laughed. As I heard the door open she asked him, "Hey, where we goin next, honey?

"Dunno. Maybe Tucson. Or LA. Somewhere warm." 

One of the other men said something and they all laughed. The door closed and it was quiet.

"Are they gone?" mom asked.

"Yes."

"It was a fake gun?"

"Yes."

"My god!" After a few seconds, she said, quietly, her mouth against my neck. "In a way I don't want to but I guess we have to move sooner or later. I have to look at you."

"I don't feel bad, mom."

"I don't either." 

We both laughed. Then we laughed harder and then even harder. I rolled her over until she was under me. I was still hard as a rock, I hadn't cum and wanted to so I started to stroke her.

"Oh Scottie, yes, do it to me, honey."

I started to fuck her faster until I was fucking her furiously, letting all the tension explode from me and she responded in kind, wrapping her legs around me, moving with me, rubbing my back, feeling my orgasm begin to build and build until it reached its crescendo and I came in her, thrusting as hard as I could and she came too, groaning and saying, "Scottie, Scottie, my god, Scottie, Ooooo..."

We lay that way for a minute or so. Then mom said, "Gosh, honey, I don't want to move but I really have to pee. Please let me up." 

So we got up. Mom went into the bathroom. I picked up the bottles. They were all empty. I put them in the trash. There were three bottles left, all unopened. I took our wine glasses into the kitchen and rinsed them out. I looked around. Our clothes were scattered all over but there was no damage at all. No evidence they had been here except for the lingering smell of marijuana. The propane fire still blazed happily in the hearth. 

Mom came back from the bathroom and stood by me, her arms crossed under her breasts, holding her sides. 

"Are you cold?"

"No, still a little nervous I guess."

"Would you like some wine?"

"Yes. That sounds perfect."

I opened a bottle and poured and we went into the living room, back to the couch. 

We sat close together, my arm around her, both still naked. I wasn't even thinking about clothes. We sipped our wine and looked at the fire.

She said, "Remember `Butch Cassidy? Who are those guys...'"

We both laughed.

"What a weird group. Devils. Those devils made us do it. I mean, they are criminals and at first I was scared to death but I ended up sort of liking them," I said. 

"I was scared to death, too. I've never been so terrified. But, well...hell, I guess they were OK. Nothing bad happened.. All's well that ends well, maybe?"

"Nothing bad did happen, did it? Do you want to do this again? I mean, us, together?" I asked.

"Do you?"

"I sure do, Mom." Suddenly I felt shy. "You were my first."

"Really? Wow. What a way to start." She took a few seconds to absorb that, then she turned to me. "Did I please you?"

"Yes! You are more than fantastic. Those words aren't good enough." I was shaking my head. "It was so incredible....I can't describe how good it felt..."

"I'm so happy it was me, honey. And you sure seemed to know what you were doing. It was so intense for me. But that's an understatement." She touched my face. "You made me cum so hard. I haven't like that for such a long time. I had almost forgotten. So, yes, yes we can. Whenever your father is away." 

"Of course."

She looked back at the fire. "I'm stunned at what's happened. I mean I thought I was OK with the way things were, that that was just the way it is for people after a certain age, but my god I was so bored, Scottie, it was just killing me."

"Sounds like those guys got here just in time. I was going nuts too."

She set the wine glass on the coffee table and turned to me again. "We already love each other, and now we have this. I love your body, Scott. And your cock." I was facing her, too. She was looking down, smiling, a little shy. "You know, I had been thinking about it with you. Just the two of us in the house all the time." She reached out to hold it and looked up at me. "It feels perfect in me and I feel so safe with you...turned on and safe. Perfect."

"I'd been thinking about it with you, too...all the time." I kissed her. "Can I sleep with you tonight?" I leaned down to cup and kiss her breasts. 

"Yes, of course. When your father is away I am yours," she said. "And maybe even when he's playing golf." We both laughed.

"Let's go to bed." 

We got up. I shut the fire and the lights off. I made sure the front door was locked and dead-bolted, and then we walked down the hallway past my bedroom toward hers. 

"That was pot he was smoking?"

"Yes."

"You ever try it?"

"A couple of times but I need to study and I can't do anything else when I'm high."

"Like it?"

"Yes...you want to try it?"

"Would I be OK?"

"Sure, you'd be fine. I'd be with you."

"I'd like to."

"OK. I'll get some tomorrow. It'll loosen you up," I said.

She grinned at me and held my arm. "That's what I need, Scottie."

"Halloween... Some Halloween," I said, as we went into her room. 

"The best time of the year," she said.



A Halloween to Remember, or Not?



It had gotten so chilly, I thought to myself as I walked to my car. The Halloween Party I had went to wasn't as exciting as promised, so I was heading home, and it was only 11PM. As I approached my car, I noticed the tire was flat. "Shit!" I said loud enough for anyone else to hear. I looked around for a thought of what to do. My Halloween costume of choice, a prostitute, prevented me from changing the tire myself. I was wearing a mini skirt, sheer blouse, no bra, and way too much make up, and spiked heels.     Just as I was thinking about what to do, I heard something behind me. I quickly turned around but saw nothing. Just the big creepy house behind me. I contemplated knocking on the door for help, but it looked haunted. Maybe it was because it was Halloween, I don't know. I then looked up and down the block at the other houses. The only house with the lights on was the creepy one I was standing in front of. 

 It looks like I didn't have a choice, since I left my cell phone at home. I turned and started down the walk of huge house. As I got closer I noticed headstones in the front yard. I prayed they were just Halloween decorations. I chill went through me, and I almost turned around. Knowing that I was far from home, and needed to get some help with my tire, I continued down the walk. I have to be honest, I was scared someone would jump out and kill me, but now I was curious as to what lived there. 

 I approached the door and rang the bell, and waited. To my surprise a not so bad looking older man opened the door. 

"May I help you miss?" the stranger said.

"I hope so" I replied. "My tire is flat, and I just need to call for some help," I nervously replied. 

He stepped onto the front porch and looked around, and then looked me up and down. "Are you a prostitute?" he asked.

"Oh no, I went to a party and this was my costume."

"Ok then, you may use my phone," he said as he showed me inside.

 I followed him into a big dark living room, and saw the back of someone sitting in a chair. He turned as we entered the room, and he looked like a monster. He was big, and ugly, and dirty. I immediately turned to leave, but the man that answered the door blocked my way. 

"I thought you needed to use the phone," he said with a disgusting smile on his face.

"That's ok, I can walk," I said. 

Just then I heard the creature grunt, and start walking towards me.  He came up behind me and grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples hard, grunting, it was gross. 

"I think he likes you," said the first man.

"No please don't do this," I begged. 

 That seemed to only make the creature grope me even more. They seemed to be getting off on me begging for them to stop. his hand moved down under my mini skirt, and he rubbed my pussy through my panties. I have to admit, I was getting wet at his tough. His hands were huge, and he was using them in all the right places. Just as I was getting lost in the lust, I heard a woman's voice.   "Who's the dirty whore daddy?" she said.

"She needed to use the phone, but your brother and me have decided to use her instead."

"Oh daddy, can I help?"

 Oh fuck, I thought to myself. This is a father and his two children, looking to use me like some piece of meat. I felt a tingle in my pussy, and I could feel myself getting wet. I couldn't believe how I was feeling. The thought of getting used by this family made my pussy drip. She was just as ugly as her brother. How could a man so good looking have such ugly children? I thought to myself.

 They guided me down a long hallway, where I began to hear music and people talking and laughing. They pushed me through the door from where I heard the noise, and as I entered the room everyone got quiet and turned to look at me. Everyone was in a costume, that covered their faces. Even if I did know someone here, there was no way of knowing. I was shoved into the middle of the room, and thrown to the floor. Someone placed a barrel filled with water , and apples in front of me. Another person pushed my head into the water, telling me I better get an apple. As I tried, I felt hands all over my ass, and a finger slide into my pussy. I moaned so loud I know everyone in the room heard me. 

 I brought my head back up with and apple in my teeth, which was quickly replaced with a hard cock of a man dressed in a gorilla suit. At this point I was getting into it, so I sucked him willingly, while hands touched me everywhere. Dracula was pinching my nipples, and Frankenstein was fingering my pussy while he called me nasty names. I felt the cock slide out of my mouth, and as I opened my eyes, a nun was spreading her pussy, and pulling my mouth towards her. 

"Suck my cunt you dirty bitch!" she screamed.

 I had never sucked a woman's pussy before, but I did what I was told. I sucked her pussy, and fingered here, while she told me what a dirty bitch I was. I sucked as the nun grinded her pussy into my face. Now I was taking turns sucking Dracula's cock, and the gorilla's, and some guy dressed as some kind of green creature mauling my already sore nipples. I was loving every minute of this, getting deeper and deeper into lust as the whole Halloween party used me. It went on for hours, until the last one left. There I was, laying on the floor, with cum all over me looking at the three people that brought me here. 

 Now it was their turn to use me. the creature son, immediately started fingering my sopping wet cunt. His fingers were as big as some of the cocks I had tonight, and fat. I almost came thinking about how big his cock must be. He grunted as he fingered me and bit and pinched my nipples. He made me feel like a piece of meat, and it was turning me on more than I could have ever imagined. To my disappointment, he pulled his fingers out of me, and stopped playing with my tits. I laid there with my eyes begging for more use. The father then pushed his daughter to her knees, and forced her to clean my cunt. He called her names, and she moaned in delight, and did as she was told. She sucked my cunt, making me scream so loud her brother had to shove his big fat hard cock into my mouth. His cock was huge, and so fat. I could barely get my mouth around it, but like a greedy slut I managed. 

 Her father pushed her out of the way as he rammed his hard cock into my cunt. "You like getting fucked you dirty cunt?"

"Yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Did you like being used by my entire Halloween Party, you slut?"

"Yes, I loved it, use me, I need to be used, please!"

 Daddy began smacking my tits, and pinching my nipples while he fucked me deep and hard, cumming deep inside my cunt. He got up and the creature was ted no time throwing my face into the sofa, and taking me from behind. He rammed the biggest cock I have ever had all the way inside my cunt. I was screaming, and moaning as this thing fucked me like the whore I was. 

 When they were all done with me, and their cum was on me, they got me dressed, and pushed me out the door. I was in such a daze. I headed for my car, and remembered the flat tire. Oh well, the sun was rising now, so I will just walk. 

 It took me a while but I finally made it home. I showered, and went to get a few hours sleep before going back to get my car. I would walk back there and then cal AAA to come and help me.

 I woke up, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, grabbed some left over Halloween candy, and headed back to my car. As I walked I kept thinking about the night before. Halloween night. The night I was used like a piece of meat for a group of strangers, dressed in costumes. I was getting wet all over again.

 I walked up to my car, and opened the door to sit down and wait for help. I couldn't help but look at the house I was in last night. It somehow looked different. The lawn was perfectly cut, and there were flowers lining the walk. "What the fuck?" I said to myself. The house looked completely different. The head stones are missing, and this house looks bright and cheery. Of course I had to go ring the bell, to make sure I wasn't losing my mind. 

 I stepped onto the porch and rang the bell. I waited a few seconds and then the door was opened by a woman, maybe 35, and what looked to be her young son. "Hi can we help you?" the little boy asked.

 I froze right there, and couldn't say anything. All I could do was stare at them. "Are you ok?" the woman asked. 

I woke up from my daze, and said, "How long have you lived here?"

"About 5 years now, why?"

"I could have sworn I was at a party here last night."

"You must have the wrong house dear, we watched Halloween and ate popcorn last night, are you sure you have the right house?"

"Yes, it was the house right in front of my car."

"Oh dear, was that your car I saw last night with the flat tire?"

"Yes, yes it was," I said on the verge of losing it. 

"I noticed it last night, when I came to throw out the garbage." "You should have knocked on the door for some help."

 All I could do was run. From now on I stay home on Halloween.