THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 5 of 7

THE MONTH OF TRICKS AND TREATS part 5 of 7

With a quick flick of the wrist, Sally's panties fluttered to the floor. She leaned back against the door frame, the open door into the rest of the house providing ample room for her to spread her legs wide.

I had never seen her pussy before, despite all the years we had been best friends. It was trimmed, I could tell from reading porn and trolling the internet, curly reddish hairs in a neat triangle.

"What are you waiting for, eat me boy," she growled in her mannish voice. Her fingers were slowly stroking her pubes, nails grazing the labia. I was frozen, just watching her clit peep shyly out of its nest like a baby bird.

She tweaked her flesh, making that bud pop out fully.

"Suck my dick, pussy," she demanded.

The little rational corner of my brain was silent. Automatic muscle control took over.

Two quick strides and I was in front of her.

"Kiss me first," I pleaded.

She grasped my hair roughly and pulled my lips to her mouth, our teeth clattering as she held me by the ears, twisting our faces together.

Time had lost any meaning. It might have been seconds or hours. All I know is that Sally finally used my ears as handles to push me back, both of us gasping for air. She barely paused before shoving my head down along her body. I rolled my tongue along the soft curve of her neck, enjoying how this made her tremble, goose bumps blossoming on her flesh. However, when I tried to raise my hands and pull open her vest, she released my ears and pinned my arms behind me.

"A good little cocksucker doesn't kiss the master's nipples," she growled.

The pressure of her hands on my arms arched my back and buckled my knees. It was impossible for me to continue standing. My nose barely grazed her enclosed chest as I fell to my knees.

My nose fell naturally into the "v" at the top her thighs. I instinctively began nibbling at the tender white flesh, causing Sally to purr like a kitten. Her fingers again grasped my hair, guiding me towards her honey pot.

The first real clit I had ever seen in person stood proud and stiff in front of my eyes, sticking out, as if begging to be kissed. It did indeed look a bit like a miniature cock. I paused, watching it vibrate as Sally anticipated my tongue.

"Blow me, bitch," she demanded.

I complied, but not in the conventional manner. Instead, I literally exhaled across the tip of her love bud, the pressure making it nod to one side and then to the other. Only then did I taste her for the first time, inhaling her odor deeply as my lips surrounded her clit. I drew it deep into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it. I must have learned something watching porn, because my fingers knew just when to slide up her thighs and caress her labia, forcing her to open her legs even wider as I first fingered her gently, and then finger fucked her forcefully. I let my teeth nip gently at the base of her clit as the head bounced inside my cheeks, my head bobbing up and down, stretching her flesh from her body.

Sally's hips bounced, her ass smacking the door frame, and then mashing her cunt into my face. Her juices were flowing freely, coating my hands and face. Her moans became groans, until finally she was screaming with pleasure. She closed her hands around the back of my head, trapping my mouth against her pussy. "Swallow my come," she cried.

I felt what had to be her climax as she shook so hard that she would have fallen to the floor except that I had her still pinned against the wood. Mind you, her screaming "I'm coming....." was also a good clue.

Her fingers loosened their grasp and I eased back, letting her clit slide out of my mouth. I busied myself licking up the fluids flowing down her thighs, making sure that each trail led me back to the bud at the center of her rosebush. As I worked, her shuddering subsided slowly, each wave flowing through her body more slowly.

As Sally stopped shaking, she released her grip fully. I shifted back. I took my fingers out of her pussy. She slowly fell, down along the door frame to the floor as I licked her nectar off my hand. Once again, her eyes locked on mine as I slowly feasted on her come.

"Such a good little cocksucker, swallowing it all," she teased. "I bet you expect me to kiss that filthy mouth now, you little bitch."

"Please," I moaned. Her grin was evil, the corners of her moustache twitched like a bad movie villain.

Without another word, she reached up behind my head and drew my mouth to hers.

Our kiss was like two lions battling to be the King of the pride.

Her teeth tore at my lip even as she, tongue lashed mine, forcing its way almost top my throat, the taste of her own loins her reward. Her fingers tousled my hair, tickling my neck and reaching down to the top of my spine, playing me like a clarinet.

Sally slowed the dance of tongues as her other hand brushed my cockhead, which was now fully exposed, flapping against my belly, excited by the rough fabric of her waistcoat and the heat trapped between our bodies.

As the kiss ended, Sally moaned slightly, and then giggled, girlishly this time. She quickly reverted to character, pitching her voice deeply. "That was a fine treat for me, but I think I still owe you one," she said.

"Yes, please," I said, imagining that she would now suck my aching cock. I no longer cared whether she was a virgin or a slut, a stranger or my best friend. I wanted her lush lips bathing my helmet, even if the moustache tickled.

"Well, first a trick," she chuckled. Suddenly, she whipped the belt out of her trousers which were puddled nearby on the floor. Before I could react, she lashed my hands behind my back, standing up, admiring her handiwork, and then unleashing a lusty laugh. She left me huddled there in the doorway, as she stepped towards the huge ornate circular stairs which disappeared into the dark upper stories. Something about the foggy Halloween night and the dim lighting made this seem sinister. I had never doubted Sally in our entire lives. I was debating whether I should begin doubting her – or at least this masculine version of Sally- when she spoke again.

"Like I said earlier, since I'm the man, you need to become the girl. I'm going upstairs to lay out a nice outfit for you. Once it's ready, I'll come down and release you. You'll go up and dress, and finally, I will come and give you your treat."

I struggled briefly but found that Sally had tied me up tightly. When she returned moments later, she found me resigned to my fate, relaxed in the doorway.

"What a scrumptious looking treat you have there for me. It's all I can do to resist eating it now. But that would be gay," she said in her manly voice, but then she giggled and added, "and this part is supposed to be your treat."

She stepped behind me and showed surprising strength, grabbing the belt and hauling me upright. One shove got me walking, albeit awkwardly. I stumbled when we reached the stairs and tugged my wrists apart, silently begging her to allow me freedom.

"Crawl if you have to. I'm not releasing you until you are a girl." Sally gave me another shove, less gentle this time. As I stopped on the first stair, she pushed up tightly behind me. While upstairs, she had apparently found another belt, as her trousers were once again in place. The belt was not all she had added, however. My ass cheeks were startled to inform me that somehow Sally had grown a cock. It was rigid, oppressed up between my cheeks.

"Would you rather I just fuck you right here?" she growled. "Should I pull your clothes down and slide my cock inside you?"
As perverse as it was, Sally's conduct sent shivers down my spine. I managed to shake my head, and to take each succeeding step more quickly until I was finally moving fast enough that my arms were stretched out far enough behind me that Sally's cock was not bumping me each time I climbed.
"That's it, girly, shake that ass," Sally taunted me as I wriggled away, ever upwards. I was amazed to notice that my cock, rather than fading from disgust, was bobbling excitedly.
I stumbled where the curve of the stairs shifted to the right, my nose ending up buried in the carpet, my body stretched out. Sally took advantage of the moment and pressed her entire body against mine from behind. She shoved her cock hard into the crevice of my ass, though my briefs prevented her from penetrating. Her breath warmed my neck, and then her moustache ticked my lobe as her tongue teased inside the ear. I tried to relax and just enjoy the pleasant parts, especially her heavy tits mashed against my back, although the layers of clothing diminished that sensation.
"I think your ass likes my cock," Sally whispered. Until she said that, I had not been aware that my hips were indeed humping up off the stairs, meeting her thrusts.

To be continued