THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 3 of 7

THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 3 of 7

I could tell by the guard's posture that he was unimpressed by the monster truck. Fortunately, as he stepped closer, I saw it was one I knew from visiting Sally. He was an old, retired cop, who liked supplementing his pension. I also knew that he liked night shift because the lighter traffic left lots of time for him to nip at his flask. Tonight, his nose was glowing so red that if it was Christmas rather than Halloween, he could be Rudolph.

"Oh, it's you, Tim. Here to see Sally?" He stared at Anne's tits, which were pushed up half out of the top, and had very apparent erect nipples.

"Even though I know you, not supposed to let you in with being on the list." He waved a clipboard. "Especially tonight, what with the residents worried about outside rowdies party crashing."

I was prepared for this familiar ritual. I reached into the pocket of my hoodie and pulled out a mickey bottle of rum. Reaching across, I passed it to the guard. With practiced speed, it vanished, hidden somewhere in his uniform.

"I suppose since you are a good friend of Sally, I can make an exception for you. Your friends can't take this heap of steel in though."

"That's fine", Andy replied, "We have our own party to go to anyway. We were just giving Tim a ride."

I started to open the door, but first, Anne grabbed my arm and pulled me close. Her tongue pressed between my lips. My mouth opened a bit in shock, so she inserted her pinkness in past my teeth, her tongue wrestling mine. Her left hand held the back of my neck as she continued swapping spit for what seemed like forever. Finally, she came up for air.

"See you soon, I hope," she breathed, exhaling slowly, slipping a note into my hand.

After I climbed gingerly to the ground, I saw that the note was her phone number. Andy turned around and tooted his horn gently. He leaned out his window. "I'd love to watch you finish what she started," he said just as he drove off.

My cock pulsed in my pants, moving as vigorously as my hand waving goodbye.

I was amazed by how this Halloween was unfolding, but for now I just shoved the note into a pocket and put the whole wild ride out of my mind. Sally was close by, and I felt ready to scale the Mount Everest of our attraction.

Sally's house was behind the third green, a short hike from the entrance to the club. Still, I was wet enough that the breeze off the pond used for irrigation chilled me to the core. The wisps of fog in the crisp fall air added a somber tone, bringing me down from the thrill of riding with Raggedy Anne and Andy. My member though was still rigid.

At least I was here almost exactly an hour after I spoke with Sally.

That thought lifted my spirits as I lifted the ornate door knocker. I listened to the echo of the bong travel through Sally's father's tasteless tribute to newfound wealth. The developer could regulate the size and cost of the homes, but there was no governing good taste. The turrets and battlements were only appropriate once a year, and tonight happened to be that night. It looked every inch of the Haunted House as I stood in the cold wondering whether I had missed Sally. Perhaps she had already gone to Chad's party, and my bad daydreams may be coming true.

I turned away, ready to walk back to the freeway and hitch another ride, when the massive double oak doors creaked open, drawing my attention.

I got a shock when I turned. I didn't realize that the Brown's had hired a butler. The servant was uniformed in formal attire, had a dark moustache and hair and was wearing a bowler hat, just like in an old British movie.

"Is Sally home?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm the only one here."

My shoulders slumped. The butler looked me up and down. I did not know whether to be more embarrassed by my hair or by the raging erection still trying to rip through my zipper.

The butler grinned. "You look wet and miserable. I should invite you in to dry off, but this being All Hallows Eve, you lack the proper pass phrase."

I just stood there, puzzled. Just as I was about to turn and walk away, the butler giggled, and said, in a much higher voice, "Trick or treat, silly Timmy. It's me Sally. How do you like my costume?"

She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside the foyer, wrapping me in her arms and hugging me tightly.

"Trick or treat," I managed to mumble as her lips unexpectedly met mine, her tongue pushing my teeth open much like Anne's had. This time the sensation was less unexpected, but the sudden quality still made the sensation electric. A current ran from my teeth to my toes.

Along the way, it raced through my balls and up my shaft. I was again embarrassed by the surge of my meat, trapped against Sally's groin. I tried to pull away, but she wriggled fiercely against my wood. As we clenched together, her moustache rubbed along my skin, a totally unfamiliar sensation. I had heard that it tickles, but I found it added to my shivers, like a thousand tiny needles were pricking my skin, each sending a signal via a nerve ending which ran directly to the tip of my cock.

"Since I tricked you with the costume, I better give you a treat," Sally said, stepping back out of the kiss, ending the hug but still with her hands on my shoulders.

"Wow, you totally fooled me," was all I could think of to say. What a dork.

"Just what would you like as a treat?"

Sally looked at me in a totally new way. She glowed, and behind the makeup and pasted on moustache, her eyes danced and her smile beamed. Suddenly, all things seemed possible.

"You....I want you," I stammered.

Sally took me in her arms. It felt odd, not just because I was hugging a girl who had been my best friend forever, but because the visual of hugging a man was superimposed upon the moment. The roughness of the whiskers brushing my cheek added to the gender confusion. However, my cock was not confused. It surged larger than ever. I knew it was ready to explode, and did not know what to do about it.

"You seem pleased to see me," Sally growled, again using the butler voice. She pushed her pelvis against my erection, holding me tight, her hands gripping my back. Her tongue flicked across the skin on my neck just below my chin.

"You taste yummy," she giggled.

Now that we were close, I could smell the odor of alcohol on her breath.

"Have you been drinking?" I stupidly asked.

"Just a little," she replied, and then belched.

She giggled again, stepping out of the clench. "Okay, maybe more than a little. Chad dared us all to dress as the opposite of our true nature. I thought that going as a slut would be too obvious, so I thought I'd be a gentleman."

"As opposed to a lady?"

"I'd rather be a tramp."

I think my jaw dropped straight to the floor. I always knew Sally liked kidding around, but I always saw her as shy and reserved. As far as I knew, she was a virgin, not a tramp.

She broke the silence. "You should come too."

"But what would I dress as?"

Sally thought, miming the part, finger up to her cheek. Then, as if a light bulb was going off, she announced. "That's it. Dress indeed. I have loads and loads of dresses. You can wear one of those."

I felt my cheeks warming as I blushed. "How is that opposite the real me?"

To be continued