| Saucy Wench #3 : Trick or Treat (M/F, F/F, halloween masquerade)[1/1]
Trick or Treat (A Saucy Wench Adventure, #3)
(c) 1997, by WenchSaucy@aol.com
We knew we had found the right house when we saw all the cars
parked along the street. We had to park a few houses away and walk
back. There was a line of glowing candles in orange paper bags
with jack o' lanterns printed on them leading up the driveway of the
very large house.
The yard was full of cardboard tombstones. A scarecrow
on the porch was sitting in a chair, stuffed full of leaves,
from the look of it. One of those Halloween tapes, with screams and
creaks and whatnot, played from an carved pumpkin.
My friend Brandi was dressed as a witch. Long black gown,
that came down to her ankles. Black heels, that made her look
a lot taller than her 5 foot 5 inch height. A black pointed witch
hat, that didn't hide her gorgeous long hair, which went down to
the small of her back. Her face was painted a Wicked Witch of the West
green. And still managed to look pretty. Her eyes were a much
prettier green. She's got a but shapely figure, with fairly
large for her size. What wasn't immediately obvious was that
she wasn't wearing anything but a black bra and black beneath
I was her witch's Familiar...a black cat. Puss in boots.
I wore a tight black leotard...black boots. A long black tail
attached to my ass. Little ears in my hair. My face
was painted blackface (Black black, not an Al Jolson impression!).
Cat whiskers completed the picture. I didn't have anything on
beneath the leotard except a black pair of hose. I'm about Brandi's
height, slim and petite, a pretty good figure, even if my are a
tad on the small size. But I more than make up for it with my pretty
face and sparkling personality...and most of all, my modesty! I've
got brown eyes and brown hair, a few inches down my shoulders.
We stood on the porch. "Remember our dare!" said Brandi.
"A contest." I said. "Whoever can be the naughtiest."
We rang the doorbell. I expected it might be like something
out of THE ADDAMS FAMILY. No, just a doorbell.
"Welcome, ladies." said the scarecrow behind us.
I jumped, and Brandi gave a little shriek. "What a hot little witch
you are. And you, my dear, are a ravishing little pussy."
We turned. Now I could see the tall drink glass
next to the chair. The scarecrow grinned.
The door opened. Strains of THE MONSTER MASH blared within.
A couple greeted us. A hockey masked Jason, and a woman dressed
as a female pirate.
"Trick or treat!" we chimed. We were whisked inside.
I wondered if Scarecrow had overheard us (and understood).
In the kitchen were snacks and a big bowl of Halloween
punch, with a skull dipper. We were each quickly given a plastic cup
of punch. And it had a little punch to it, too.
In the living room was dancing. In the room other
people in costumes sat on sofas and chairs. A large screen was showing AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON.
Out on the deck people were smoking. There was something
very funny about these people in costumes and masks, puffing away.
We continued our tour of the grounds. Signs pointed to the garage,
MAD SCIENTIST'S LAB. Another pointed to the basement,
DUNGEON AND TORTURE CHAMBER.
The lab had a picnic table with a Frankenstein monster
under a sheet on a slab. Christmas lights were cleverly
combined with some boxes and dials and things to give the
impression of apparatus. A blow up doll of a woman was
tied to a loose door, resting at an angle against the wall.
A metal colander fitted on her head, and battery
cables led to a similar cap on Frankenstein. Apparently
some sort of brain transfer was in progress here.
As the norm with blow up dolls of women, her face had
a surprised look on her face, accented by the perfect round
"O" of her open mouth.
There was a bucket on the floor. People were playing
bobbing for apples. The participant had his hands
tied behind him with a cloth. Hmmm, that had possibilities.
The stairway down to the basement dungeon was filled with
cobwebs. A Strobe light flashed. Paper sheets had been
made to look like stone walls. A skeleton was chained to
the wall. A female mannequin was tied upside down, hanging
by her feet.
An assortment of other mannequins, male and female, were arranged
in various predicaments, one in a noose off the ground, one on a
table with a blade pendulum above it, which wasn't swinging at the
moment. I gave it a shove to start it going again. Nobody else
was down here at present. In terms of Halloween atmosphere, this
party was dripping with it. I glanced at my watch. 9:30.
We returned upstairs, and hung out on the dance floor for awhile.
I got a lot of appreciative looks from guys, and more than a few
come-ons, usually with a pun about or my tail. Eventually
Brandi and I up, with a secret grin at each other.
*** 10 O'CLOCK, BATHROOM BREAK ***
(OR, PUTTING THE LID DOWN FOR LOVE)
I'd been dancing awhile, and working up a sweat, before I found
what I wanted. A woman in a devil's costume had been dancing
alongside. She'd been making eyes at me, and I was pretty sure she
wasn't just being friendly. I said "follow me" and went off to
to the kitchen to get another cup of punch. We chatted a bit,
and she started talking about how hot I looked. She wasn't too
bad herself, just a tad plump, but with a lovely face. We were
in the dark hall now, by ourselves. A stairway led upstairs.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. "The
devil made me do it" I teased. We looked around, found the
furthest bedroom from the stairs. Went into the bathroom,
and shut the door and locked it. Left the light out, but
one of those nightlights that detects when it's dark provided
a dim illumination. In fairly short order we were stripping
down. She put the lid down on the seat and sat me
down on it. Then kneeling, she pushed my legs wide apart and
started licking me down there. I reached down and felt her
big breasts, now free of the costume, as I stared down at the top of
her head. Her tongue was like velvet, and it didn't take me long
to come. I sat up, pushed her down onto the oval rug, and
returned the favor. We lay side by side, in a 69 position,
although now I was the only one eating. She played with my
pussy with her fingers, then stroked my ass, my back, my breasts,
my tummy. After she came, we lay side by side on the rug.
snuggling close. At one point, the doorknob rattled. We froze,
and it was not repeated. We sat up and held each other for
a few minutes, taking turns each other's breasts.
Which was nice, but the mood had been broken by that doorknob
rattle; we felt exposed and vulnerable to discovery. We dressed
and cleaned up. I cautiously opened the door. The room was dark.
I could hear sounds of passion coming from the bed. A
couple, male and female, were having sex on the bed! I motioned
for her to be silent and we snuck out. I crawled on all fours
as quietly as I could to keep from being discovered. She followed
suit. The on the bed was quite a moaner. It didn't sound like
Brandi, but I risked a glance to make sure. No, hair,
definitely not her. We made the doorway in safety. They had
locked it. But I turned the knob and caught the button as it
released to avoid the loud click. We slipped out. For a second,
I had an evil thought of leaving the door unlocked, so that somebody
else might stumble in on them. But in the end I pushed the button
and closed the door. Halfway down the stairs, my new friend
realized she'd left her pitchfork in the bathroom. Too late now!
I wondered if they'd find it... and I also wondered if they were
the ones who'd tried to open the bathroom door earlier. If so,
they'd know somebody had snuck out during their lovemaking.
Feeling deliciously naughty, I parted company with Devil Woman,
giving her a goodbye kiss on the stairs.
*** 10:30PM, LOVE IN A DARK CREVICE ***
(OR, THAT'S NOT MY BELLY BUTTON...AND DON'T STOP!)
I went down into the basement. A game was just starting.
close to a dozen people were gathered in a circle. I sat down
next to a Robin Hood. I exchanged a glance with him, and gave him my
best come-hither look. The lights were turned off. We sat huddled
in a circle. The vague shadows of the skeleton and mannequins were
eerie. They began playing that child's Halloween game, where they
start passing around stuff. "The witch is dead, this is her head."
Probably an extra mannequin's head. "The witch came to harm,
this is her arm." And so forth, with increasingly goopy items,
grapes for eyes, spaghetti for...whatever interior icky thing.
As I passed the item to Robin Hood, I let my fingers linger in his
grip. And squeezed. He soon got the message. I reached down
and cupped the tight crotch of his tights. Things were going hard for
him. His hand groped me in the dark, cupped my through the
leotard, then felt at my (he missed the first time, almost
poked me in the eye). I took his hand and pulled him out of the
circle. We stood up and walked deeper into the Stygian blackness.
Went through a side door deeper into the catacombs. There was a sheet
up to block this area, but we ducked behind it. Now we were in an
area filled with boxes. We found a recessed spot and knelt down.
Soon his lips were all over my face, nibbling my ears (my REAL ears,
not the ears!), and my neck. We groped in the dark,
fumbling, knocking heads at one point, and had to stifle giggles,
didn't want to disturb those in the next room.
He was reaching down the neckline of my leotard, past my breasts,
down my tummy, all the way down to my cunny. "Wait a second", I said,
I didn't want him to out the material. I removed my
clothes, and he was doing the same. Soon we were both naked, he
sitting Indian style, me sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around him.
His cock stood up straight and proud, pinned between our tummies.
His hands gripped me firm at my waist and lifted me, and I arched my
back and threw back my head as he mouthed my breasts. After awhile, he
had me lay flat on my back pushed his head down between my legs and
started to eat. Where the devil woman had so recently dined. Twice
in an hour, wow! After a bit of this, he was ready to go, and so was I.
I got a condom from my boot (hey, some desperadoes carry
a derringer there, whatever you need to be prepared), and slipped
it on him. I had to use his cigarette lighter for a second to
make sure things were on right. I'm sure we made an interesting
picture there in the flickering flame light, Robin Hood with his
tights down and a hard on, little ol' me nude, my nipples hard
as pencil erasers, my shaved moist, my face blackened and
with whiskers spirit gummed on, my ears in disarray. We were far
enough back that I don't think anyone could see the lighter. They
were telling ghost out in the main room. I leaned back on the
cold floor, and found an blanket. Used that for a pillow and a bit
of a ground covering. Wrapped us both up in it. Spread my legs
wide, he knelt between them. I was quite damp, and he was
soon pumping away in the dark. I clenched my lips to keep from crying
out, didn't want to alert the next room. We rode each other in
frenzied silence, a few grunts and gasps here and there, and the steady
wet friction sound of a cock sawing in and out of a tight sopping
pussy. Which sounded very loud in my ears, but I don't think could
carry too far. He tensed, and came, and I slammed my mouth to his to
stifle any outburst. I didn't come outright, but from the
two oral encounters I'd had, and his enthusiastic screwing,
I was in a warm glow. With a few clumsy endearments, he got dressed
and stumbled off. The ghost were continuing in the dark
in the next room. I lay back on the blanket, nude and feeling lewd
and exposed in the cool darkness, playing lazily with my breasts.
After a few minutes' rest I had my breath back and my heartbeat had
stopped its hummingbird racing. And, in my content glow there in the
darkness, one of those weird, niggling thoughts came in, as they
sometimes do. It was probably the spooky atmosphere. And that
Witch's game. I started thinking about a rather horrifying Ray
Bradbury story, where that game is being played at a Halloween party,
and when they turn on the lights, they find a grisly surprise... it's not
a game. Silly, I know, but I started getting a little paranoid,
wondering about Brandi. I mean, she *was* The Witch. I mean,
I knew those items passed around were just grapes, spaghetti, etc.
but I was somehow on edge. Maybe because I got worked up but didn't
come during that little encounter. Anyway, I started having this
overpowering urge to check on Brandi, make sure she was OK. Wholly
irrational, but, when you're in a dark basement hearing scary at a Halloween party, there it is. As the saying goes, I don't
believe in ghosts, but I don't cut through the graveyard alone at 3am.
Anyway, soon it was completely ridiculous, I was near panicking.
Maybe the audaciousness of what I was doing at this party was catching
up with me. Anyway, I quickly dressed. I had to fumble for my
cat ears and my boots. My whiskers seemed intact. I wish I had
a light to make sure everything was on straight. Oh well. As
I started to roll up the blanket, my hand encountered the sticky used
condom. With a mischievous smirk, I put it inside the blanket,
wiped my hand dry on the blanket, rolled it up into a ball and
threw it back where I found it. I stole out. The current ghost
story was THE HOOK. The storyteller had a flashlight on her face,
looking eerie. All eyes were fixed on her. I darted around the
sheet, trying not to make it ripple, then made for the stairs,
I think unseen.
*** 11:00 O'CLOCK, BRANDI GETS WET ***
(OR, BOFFING FOR APPLES IN BONDAGE)
I wandered into the garage/lab. To my relief, there was Brandi.
There were maybe a half dozen people in here, about half of them women.
They were playing bobbing for apples. Brandi was up, her witch hat
over on the floor. A cloth tied her hands together behind her back.
She stuck her head in the wide bucket, and came up sputtering and
laughing, her green face makeup running a little bit, much to the
hilarity of the others there. People were cheering her on. She looked
like she was having fun, and there was a mildly kinky bondage element
here, but still, I was a little surprised, pretty tame stuff. I
thought Brandi would be a little more adventurous. Maybe she wasn't up
to the challenge. I wandered out again.
*** 11:30PM, HOW ABOUT A LITTLE FIRE, SCARECROW? ***
(OR, THE STRAW)
I pushed my way through the crowd, got another cup of punch.
Someone pressed up behind me. I turned. It was the scarecrow,
the one who had surprised us on the porch. "Hi there." he said.
"How about a little fire, scarecrow?" I quipped.
He grinned back. "Isn't your friend supposed to say that?
I was just about to leave the party. I thought you might want to
walk me to my car." He looked me in the eye. Almost a challenge, or
a dare. "OK." I said. He turned to go...I sauntered after him,
strutting my stuff. My little tail swished after the
movements of my ass. There was a whistle from someone in the
kitchen (or was it a call?).
Outside in the cool air, we walked down the driveway, to
the street. His car was about a half dozen cars away. The
road dipped down to a ravine, and there were dark trees all around.
No house immediately nearby. "You lied to me." I said.
"That's not a car, it's a pickup truck." "Climb in" he said,
"I want to talk with you." He seemed very sure of himself.
I climbed in to the driver's side and slid across. He followed
and shut the door. The interior lights went out. He put his
key in the ignition, and turned it enough so that he could turn
on the radio. "How about a goodnight kiss?" he said.
I slid across the seat and wrapped myself around him.
"Is that all you want?" I breathed into a French kiss. His
tongue darted back at mine for a minute. He looked straight at me.
"No, I'd like you to suck my cock good." he said. I was a little
taken aback. Usually aren't quite so...well, cocksure.
They test the waters first. But, I decided to surprise him.
"Lean back", I said, as I slid down onto the seat. I unbuttoned
his pants (button fly). His cock was already rock hard. I drew
it out and started licking it. Fairly long and thick. Musky
smell, but not unbearably so. As I moved up and down, I noticed
a dark patch on his balls. It was discolored from his skin,
and oddly, almost seemed to glow in the dim light from the dashboard
lights. "Wait a minute", I said, withdrawing my mouth. I reached
beside the steering wheel and snapped on the overhead light. I
wanted a closer look at this dick; he had something strange here,
and I wasn't putting that in my mouth until I saw what it was.
It was a smear of green phosphorescent makeup!
Looked like Brandi had been having a more interesting evening than I'd
given her credit for! "I have the oddest feeling you're seeing
another girl" I said, "That little witch!"
He grinned. "She certainly gives great head." He cocked
his head at me. "I asked her about you. She said you were ALMOST as
good." A challenge. I knew he was playing around, but he grinned
like he was in the catbird seat. I dived back down to my meal,
with renewed enthusiasm. Gripped the shaft with fingertips of both
hands, playing him like a flute, put his bulb in my mouth and and tongued greedily. Of course, what I hadn't taken into account
was that Brandi had worked him not more than an hour ago. He was
stone hard for a second go, but he could also keep from coming for
a lot longer this time around. I must have spent close to 25
minutes giving my full effort. My mouth was getting tired, and
he had a smirk that was both in ecstasy and a bit knowing. He
had me right where he wanted me, and he knew he could go for a
duration. So he just sat back and enjoyed it.
At last, I felt him tensing, and knew he was about to shoot
his load. He didn't give any verbal warning though. He must have
figured, any friend of Brandi's....he pulsed, and I felt a hot jet
spurt into my mouth. and salty. His cock spasmed a
half dozen more times, slower and less surge each time. He made
little inarticulate groans like he was in pain. His hands clenched
on my back, but he was gentleman enough not to grip my hair or hold
my head down. I dutifully gulped it all down. I continued
holding him in my mouth as he softened. I pressed my forehead
against his genitals. Maybe I'd leave some black makeup to go with
the green. I withdrew and got my punch cup from the floor,
downed it to get the taste out of my mouth. He leaned up against
me for awhile, fondling me through my leotard, hands between my
legs, then reaching down my neckline to play with my tits... he
gently squeezed and nipple...
"You and your friend made this a better party then I ever
thought possible." he said. "Damn! You two are GORGEOUS!"
I grinned slyly and did my best Dorothy impression. "I think
I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow! Come along, Toto!" I
climbed over him and out of the truck. He waved goodbye,
and watched my black silhouette head back to the house. I
was almost back to the house before he turned on the ignition
and headlights. Two blowjobs in one evening may have left
him in a daze. I hoped he drove safely...and wondered how long it
would be before he remembered his pants weren't fastened up.
Hopefully before that stop at the convenience store... Then I told
myself that was a silly thought, a guy dressed as a scarecrow was
probably going straight home...
I got back in just as the grandfather clock was striking
midnight. The dance floor was in a frenzy. "Unmask, unmask!"
someone cried, grabbing me and me close to him. I
kissed him on the cheek (and wouldn't he be surprised if he knew where
my lips had just been) and writhed away, towards the kitchen to get a
refill. Of Punch, I mean. I stopped in the bathroom to check my
black makeup, and make sure my ears were on straight.
*** 12:00 O'CLOCK, ONE HOT LITTLE WITCH ***
(OR, IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, SHE CRIED MORE, MORE, MORE)
I wandered around looking for Brandi. The last place I'd seen
her was in the garage. Naturally, that was the last place I looked.
A Bobba Fett grabbed my arm, stopped me at the door. "Private party,
ma'am." I sidled up to him and put my mouth near his ear. "I'll make
it worth your while, Bounty Hunter." I pressed up against him, then
pushed past. Into an interesting little tableaux there in the Mad
Scientist's lab. Brandi was no longer bobbing for apples, but she
was still on her knees, bobbing. She was facing away from me, down on
all fours, still with heels on. Her pointed hat was still on the
floor. Her black gown was now bunched up around her shoulders, exposing
a lot of pale flesh there in the dimly, weirdly lit garage. She still
had on her black bra and panties, but not, I suspected, for long. A
Klingon knelt beside her, and one hand was buried in her panties. His
other hand was beneath her, seemingly working on a breast. She was
facing a cowboy, who was sitting in a lawn chair, and from his
positioning, she must have been admiring his belt buckle. Her head was
in his lap, and his hands were playing in her hair. A in a
three piece suit stood a few feet away, arms folded, watching. Not
sure what he was supposed to be. Maybe a lawyer for Halloween. He
turned to look at me. I put my finger to my lips and grinned. Then
faded back silently. Brandi appeared to be in good hands. As I
turned, I noticed the Klingon peeling off her panties. Her shapely
exposed ass pointed towards the house. Her face being otherwise
occupied, she didn't turn to look back at what was going on behind her.
*** 12:30am, I SHED MY CLOTHING IN THE SHED ***
(OR, SOME SORT OF TIM ALLEN FANTASY)
Leaving the garage, I asked Bobba Fett if he wanted to come outside
with me and watch me smoke. His impassive mask considered me a
minute, then he said, "Wait here." and darted into the garage. The
changing of the guard, I suspect. A minute later, he was back,
and propelled me through the kitchen out onto the deck. The smokers
had all gone in. I wandered deeper into the yard, flung my head back,
admiring the stars, and finally found a garden shed. We slipped in.
Inside, it was like an aisle of Home Depot. A weed whacker
hung from the wall. A big riding mower was parked there. All
sorts of other tools were about the place.
He started to remove his helmet. "No, Bobba. Leave your mask
on." He paused a minute, obviously stymied, since what he had in mind
probably involved his mouth running over me. Instead, he started
groping me hard. I ran my hands over his outfit. After a few minutes
of this, I slipped out of my boots and leotard. Bare naked in my
black hose, it was a little chilly out here. I got my last condom out.
Then climbed up onto the mower and bent over the seat. He climbed
onto the blade shield and in short order had his pants down and
the condom on, and was doing me doggy style. Both hands reached
around and each mauled a small breast. He squeezed my nipples hard,
in time with his thrusts. He rode me hard. The helmet bumped
my head a few times. I pushed back, but my little ass was pinned to
the seat with each thrust. I came shortly. He followed almost
He started to take off his helmet. I stopped him.
"What's your name?" I asked. "John." he replied.
"Thanks, John, dear." I said, as I climbed off the tractor.
*** 1:00 O'CLOCK, MOUTH TO MOUTH ***
(OR, DOLL GETS A TASTE)
I came back inside. I was a little sore, both between my legs and
my breasts... they felt tender, bruised. He'd been a little rough,
squeezing my hard, tweaking and twisting my nipples, as he
jackhammered me with his dick. Still, it had been good. The party was
starting to wind down. Brandi was sitting on a sofa in the room.
The vampire NEAR DARK was playing. She was back in her witch
outfit, looking a little disheveled under her pointed hat. And,
though you couldn't tell it from her green face, from her neck to her
cleavage, she looked a little flushed. Two sat on either side of
her on the couch, obviously trying to win her favor. Other in
the room were observing her closely. talk, you hear things. But
several swiveled to scope me out. Under my black face makeup, I felt
a little blush. Brandi leaned close to whisper in my ear. "Go look in
the blow-up dummy's mouth." I sauntered off, got another cup of
punch in the kitchen (I'd set mine down somewhere, I knew not where).
The mad scientist's lab was now deserted, but for Frank on the slab,
and the blow up doll on the leaning door. I went up and stuck a
finger in her mouth. Something sticky in there. I held up my finger
and sniffed, then tasted delicately with the tip of my tongue, the way
Kojak would test a little plastic bag of white powder he found on a
suspect. Yep, it was cum. Brandi must have French kissed the blow
up doll after her little garage jam and spit the fruits of her efforts
into the mouth. I guess a brain wasn't the only thing transferred
during this mad scientist's experiment. The doll still had that
perpetual surprised look. O!
I turned to go, and there was a figure standing there at the
entrance back to the house. I gave a start. For a second there,
it was a scary deja vu, and I realized I was thinking back to that
scene in SCREAM where the in the garage encounters the figure in
the Death outfit. But no, this was just a guy in a Mime outfit,
face painted white.
He stopped, gave that inquisitive Mime look. Hands flat out
tracing circles in the air. He did the guy in the box. He did the
walls closing in. He did pulling the rope. He did walking against
the wind. He pointed at me, and mimed me being bent over the slab. He
mimed doing me doggy style. Then he mimed me having my legs spread,
and him diving down to eat between them. Then he mimed me on my
knees, mouth open, him rocking his hips towards me. Doubtless that
bulge in his pantaloons would be straight out and aiming for the
bulls-eye. I wondered if a Mime would make any noise when he came.
I snuggled up close and kissed him. "Dear", I said. "I am
worn out tonight. But look me up at the Christmas party!"
I walked out of the garage. He was kind of cute, but Mimes
still annoy me. Kind of creepy. It'd be like having sex with a
*** 1:30AM, THE RIDE HOME ***
(OR, TWO PAINTED BY THE DASHBOARD LIGHTS)
The kicker, of course, was that we weren't even invited to that
party. I'd gotten a flyer invitation, delivered to the wrong mailbox.
Three apartment buildings over. I knew it was a rich neighborhood,
and I convinced Brandi we should go crash the party. I Xeroxed the
invite, then left the original on the doorstep of the correct address.
We giggled and told each other our adventures all the way home.
My car, but Brandi drove, because she'd had far less Halloween Punch
than I did. We didn't get stopped by the cops. We didn't hook up
with some truckers or a motorcycle gang or have car trouble. And we
didn't get back to Brandi's and spend until sunrise making frenzied love.
No, we scrubbed off makeup, took showers (not together, sorry!),
brushed our teeth, she went to bed, and I crashed on her sofa wrapped
in a big warm blanket and nothing else. I was asleep in about
ten seconds. But I bet we both slept with big, satisfied smiles on our