THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 2 of 7

THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 2 of 7

I started trudging along; thumb at half mast, wondering why I didn't just go home, when seemingly out of nowhere a black SUV screeched to a halt, the plume of water from the tires miraculously missing me by inches. A motorized window hummed down, revealing that the vehicle contained a bevy of beauties. It was overcrowded so that counting instantly wasn't possible.

Someone said, "He, big boy, want a ride?"

I peered inside the vehicle. The driver was dressed as a naughty nurse, with red fright wig hair, overstuffed bra, almost nonexistent skirt, and white stockings with pretty lace tops. Next to her in the other bucket seat was the spokesman of the crew, a gum chewing harem girl, whose bra needed no Kleenex. Her well-tanned cleavage was all real and seemed to be threatening to jump out of the car and slap me in the face. In the back, I made out several girls literally piled on top of each other- a kitten, a ballerina, a chef, plus a few others buried beneath. A strong odor of booze wafted to my nose. Once again, the blood exited my brain and filled my cock.

"You look pretty crowded," I foolishly answered.

"Suit yourself," the driver growled, sounding miffed. When she pulled away, she seemed to take extra care to splash me with the plume of water off her tires.

Dejected, I trod on along the road, the moonlight glistening off the puddles. At least the rain was slowing, but I could not stop thinking of what my beloved best pal Sally might be doing later with Chad. I pictured her as some total skank, an image of her I had never had before. I imagined that she would be scantily clad in a provocative costume. He would ply her with booze and then lead her to his bedroom. Despite the 'off limits' sign, another couple would be on the bed, except as Chad steered Sally to the mattress, Sally might notice that it was not just a couple but a threesome. She would be too drunk to care, but would still mumble "Chad, I can't."

"Why not, you're not a virgin, like that nerd Tim you hang with, are you? Maybe you prefer sissy boys?"

I pictured Sally shaking her head no, her long hair flying about her face, both Chad and one of the girls brushing it away from her face as she lay back. In my fantasy, my waking nightmare, Sally protested at the feminine touch. Chad would stroke her face, cooing reassuringly. "It's okay."

And then the girl would kiss her. "It's okay," the girl would repeat, her lips still brushing Sally's. The remaining couple would barely stir, but there might be a slight shift, so that they could watch this new thrill.
"It's okay," I heard Sally saying in my mind. As revolted as I was by these thoughts, I noticed that my cock stiffened despite the rain.

I stuck my thumb out again, though if no one serious stopped soon, I would give up. As I stood shivering, I pictured Chad taking Sally's arms and stretching them above her, while the strange woman distracted Sally, gently shifting her lips along Sally's throat, licking, then kissing, then licking more, finally, nibbling the soft porcelain skin. The other guy might move then to help Chad, producing a pair of handcuffs.

"It helps that you came as a cop," the final girl would slur, very drunkenly trying to suck the guy's cock, which had been limp until Sally had entered the room.

"OH, look who's excited," the cock sucking girl would say, causing her friend to stop painting Sally with lip prints and look over.

"He really must like these tits," she would respond, pulling Sally's top down, allowing her nipples to burst into the air.

This thought made me pause. I realized that I did not know what Sally's nipples looked like. Suddenly I resolved that best friend or not, and whether she was a virgin, my goal for this Halloween was to find out about Sally's nipples. In the meantime, my fantasy supplied generic light brown kisses, a tad bumpy in the chill.

I shook my head, trying to clear out the offensive yet exciting images. I wanted to scream 'No Sally,' like shouting out as another victim goes to their fate in a horror movie.

The two strange gals might shift their focus to the guy's rejuvenated erection, leaving Chad to slip along the bed and tweak Sally's nipples.

He may reach over, though, and grab a hair clip from the first woman, releasing her flowing black mane as she licked her lover's meat. Chad would apply the clip to Sally's nipple, making her groan in pain, but then moan in pleasure. Suddenly, I sensed that the same perversity which initially repelled her might by then be exciting her.

Just as my mind tortured my soul with images of Sally voluntarily reaching over to free Chad's hardness from his costume, a monster truck skidded to a stop, drenching me with water. The passenger was a blonde girl, who looked barely eighteen, dressed as Raggedy Ann. I didn't have to see to guess that the driver would be her boyfriend, and he would be Raggedy Andy.

"Sorry about the water," the doll cooed, impossibly girlishly. "How can I make it up to you?"

An internal voice deep inside of me which I had never heard before wanted me to tell her that the only way she could even things up would be to strip herself, use her silly costume to dry me, and then suck my cock, swallowing my first load while her wimp boyfriend watched, and then letting me fuck her ass as he licked my cream pie from her cunt.

I was shocked. I never thought that way. I still did not say what I thought. Instead, I replied, "I need a ride out to West Grove."

"No problem, hop in," Anne said, so I did.

It was cramped in the cab of the truck, so Anne, after a bit of uncomfortable squirming, her thighs rubbing against mine and Andy's on either side, hopped into my lap. My cock had deflated since the drenching, but the warmth of Anne's tush rubbing against my wet pants quickly revived my erection. I was afraid she might get upset that I was aroused. Instead, she sighed, and then it turned into a moan. She was clearly enjoying the ride.

I glanced over at Andy, but he was keeping his eyes on the road. I doubted that he could be unaware of what his girlfriend was doing. I figured he had to at least tolerate her pleasuring herself this way, or perhaps even be a bit excited by it. I knew that I was very thrilled.

Anne adjusted herself slightly. I felt the pressure from her pussy pushing down on my cock. The more Anne squirmed, the more fun we had. "What a waste of a good hard-on," she whispered, twisting around, and pecking her lips on my ear.

"Oh, Andy, he's all hard," she said, then darted the tip of her tongue deep inside my ear. This in turn made my cock thrust harder at the fabric of my pants. Anne mewed like a kitten as she rubbed her bum along my zipper. She lifted her butt and resettled, so that she was higher in my lap. The tip of my rigid member would be piercing her pussy lips as she rocked back and forth if our clothes weren't in the way. All this while, “Andy just drove, after a few miles, he spoke," I bet she'd like it if you played with her titties. That really gets her off.

I hesitated, not comfortable with the whole situation. Anne resolved my doubts though, grabbing my paws in hers and planting them on her breasts.

"Ouch," she exclaimed," not so hard. You aren't testing melons."
She again placed her hands over mine and spoke as she guided me.

"Stroke them, and then squeeze softly. Start slowly. Yes, like that.

Now spread your fingers wider and lift the weight of my flesh." She groaned loudly. "Now, now, now squeeze the nipple between your fingers."

She was still bouncing on my lap, riding my cloth covered cock.

"She can come just by having her tits played with," Andy explained. I had never heard of a girl doing that, but then, I was inexperienced.

"My panties are getting all wet. If I stain this dress, the party shop will charge me extra," Anne pouted.

"Well, take the panties off, darling," Andy suggested.
Since the costume came with ankle socks, it was simple and easy for Anne to obey. She nonchalantly tossed the wispy cotton drawers over the rearview mirror, and then settled back on my lap, rubbing faster.

Without thinking, I began thrusting my hips up off the seat, matching her rhythm. She responded by pushing down harder.

"This is almost as good as fucking," Anne sighed, her words now separated by moaning. "Your pants are better for me than a condom.

The roughness rubbing on my lips is a special thrill."

I thought I was about to blow my load in my pants. That never quite happened. Instead, Anne screamed, " I'm Cumming...." and collapsed back against me with final fierce wriggle followed by a triumphant giggle. Andy turned into the entrance of the gated community, coasting to a stop at a tiny guard house. Anne pulled herself together quickly, slipping back into the narrow middle space of the seat.

To be continued