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"My Happiest Halloween"
by Shon Richards
I didn't have any happy Halloween memories growing up as a child.
My stepfather was something of a control freak and he liked to keep the
family terrified with of kidnappers, molesters and other
monsters. After listening to these all year round, the idea of
going outside and actually knocking on strangers' doors seemed like
suicide. I walked around the block with my and braved a dozen
houses before asking to go back home. My mother, who saw Halloween as
yet another chore, was happy to have it over with so soon. My half-
brother liked Halloween more because it was an excuse to dress up like
the monster he was.
For me Halloween didn't become special until Liz and Rob moved in
next door. Rob was a marine and Liz was his stay-at-home hot wife.
Looking back now, I realize their names must have been Robert and
Elizabeth but to us they were always Liz and Rob. My stepfather
instantly hated Rob who he called "a dumb-ass jarhead" while my
took up hating Liz because the twenty-something lady was "trailer park
trash." Have I mentioned that my were assholes?
I was fifteen when they moved in and that first Halloween; Liz
dressed up as a genie to hand out candy. I was too to go trick-or-
treating but my half-brother visited her house on his trip. My
ranted for an hour about Liz's exposed belly button and how she was
corrupting the minds of the young. I liked that idea. Anything my
hated so much must have been naughty and fun.
The next Halloween was much better. It had been a mixed year of
blessings. My stepfather was rarely home because of his job though we
would find out later it was really because of the waitress at
Applebee's. My mother's had moved back into town and to compete
with her, my spent more time out of the house trying to play in my
aunt's social circles. Yes, my happiest year was when my were
too busy to be with me.
Best of all, Liz's husband was away in Saudi Arabia for six
months and Liz always needed something done at her house. My
wouldn't let my stepfather over there so it was always me that went
over and moved a table or mowed her lawn. I was a socially inept
teenager so mowing a woman's lawn was the closest I got to dating. Liz
wore this white bikini in the summer time that contrasted with her
kinky black hair and gave me masturbation fantasies for months. We
never really talked much. I think she knew that I was always on the
clock when I came over and that my was just waiting for a reason to
ban me coming over as well.
That Halloween my took my to my aunt's house. My
aunt was having a huge party and my wanted to make sure she helped
out so she could hold it against my aunt. I wanted to go but since Liz
was handing out treats this year, my wanted to make sure our house
did too. My had a lot of grudges that year. I can't remember what
my stepfather's excuse was for not being there that night but it didn't
really matter. He was gone so often that that point that I was
forgetting to be afraid of the world.
The first time kids came to my door; I lingered on the steps to
see what Liz had dressed as. She came to greet the kids and I couldn't
help but stare. Liz was wearing a wispy long black dress complete with
a witch's pointed hat. Even from across the yard I could see that her
cleavage was threatening to spill out of the dress. When she bent over
to drop candy in a bag, the dress seemed to shrink around her round
ass. Damn, I wished I were a kid again.
Liz caught me staring and waved at me. After waving back I ran
back inside. I was sixteen and under the impression that women could
read the dirty thoughts in my head. My pants were uncomfortably tight
and I debated masturbating right then. In the end I decided to wait.
I wanted to see more of Liz and get a better mental picture. I had my
sex life all thought out back then.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
"Hey you," Liz said. "You didn't dress up for Halloween."
I didn't have a witty response. I think I might have said
something like forgetting to get one. Funny how I can think of a
million flirty remarks to answer that question now.
"I was wondering if you could come over and help me out for a few
minutes," Liz said. "I promise it won't take ten minutes."
"Sure," I said. Oh God, oh God, oh God. This was a wish come
true. Now I could see her sexy costume close up and about
it later with better details! When I was a teen, I tended to aim low
with my wildest fantasies.
I was over at Liz's in less than a minute. My would be
pissed to know I was deserting my post but that just added to the
excitement. Liz greeted me at the door and she was more stunning up
close. She had silver spider barrettes in her long black hair and a
temporary spider tattoo over the top of one breast. Fake fingernails
stretched from her fingertips like knives. Liz's dress was so tight
that I could see the outline of her nipples, and this was when I was of
the age that nipples were the most secret, intimate part of a woman.
She also wore black lipstick that made her look sinister and so damn
sexy at the same time. Liz was evil and forbidden. I felt corrupted
already.
I was actually smart enough to say "trick or treat!" She laughed
and gave me a Hershey's kiss before letting me in. As soon as I
stepped in I saw something that chilled my heart. Her house was filled
with cardboard boxes and almost everything was packed away.
"Are you moving?" I asked. There was a lump in my throat and I
realized that it wasn't just an expression.
"November second," Liz said. "Rob is being transferred to
Washington. It's where he grew up so we're pretty happy about it."
"That's nice," I said. That was all I could manage to say.
"It will be for you," Liz said. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
I felt my face heat up as I blushed. "No," I said. There was a
bitterness in my voice that surprised me. It was a cruel question. I
was the tallest, thinnest kid in school with the glasses to match.
Making friends of my gender was hard enough much less a girlfriend.
"Good," Liz said. She took me by the shoulders and pushed me
down into the recliner. "I would feel really guilty if you were."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
That was when she knelt between my legs.
"Oh my God," I said. Yeah, I was real smooth back then.
Liz laughed at my remark but it was a nice laugh. She unzipped
my pants and I was quick to help her pull off my jeans. The sexy witch
rubbed my erection through my underwear all the while looking at me.
Despite the fact that she was touching me there, what really fascinated
me was that only her dress was separating her from my thighs.
"Don't say anything, okay?" Liz said. She took off her hat and
set it on the floor.
I nodded. Sure. Anything she wanted.
Liz unrolled my underwear and unveiled my erection. She lifted
my cock and slowly stroked me. With her other hand, she gently
scratched my balls with her fake nails. My cock never felt so large
and hot before. I leaned forward and watched her, fascinated and
bewitched.
She dipped her head and I moaned before her tongue touched me.
One long wonderful swipe of her tongue licked me from base to tip.
Another swipe of her tongue went across my girth. Liz's black lips
then puckered and kissed my cock before opening to me down. My
hands gripped the arms of the chair as her mouth engulfed my entire
cock.
I had no idea that a was so wet, hot, slippery and
fantastic. Her long black hair was on my thighs and I loved the way
they would pull against my skin as her head moved. Liz's eyes looked
up at me and I basked in the attention they gave me. Her black
lipstick was coloring my cock, leaving the mark of her lips as she
bobbed up and down.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Liz pried my hand
from the death grip I had on the arm of the chair. Still me,
she reached into her dress and pulled out a single from her
dress. I trembled as she guided my hand to her and I sighed
when she pressed my fingers into her breast.
Liz didn't need to guide my hand after that. I fondled her. The
softness of her amazed me as well as how hard the nipple became.
I had just enough knowledge of women to know that a hard nipple was a
sign of arousal and I clung to that hard nipple as proof of what was
happening. My fingers squeezed and massaged her with a sort of
reverence. I couldn't believe I was actually touching a woman's
and my fingers wanted to touch every part of her so that I would never
forget what it felt like.
I felt my orgasm approaching and I kept very quiet. Deep down I
still didn't believe this was happening and I kept waiting for Liz to
stop. My climax was like being hit by lightning but I didn't make a
single sound. Liz's eyes flickered up at me and I could see her smiling
as I emptied myself into her. It felt like I was ejaculating an ocean
into her mouth but Liz swallowed all of me without a single hesitation.
In fact, her fingers gently squeezed my cock until every once of me was
gone.
When I was done, she gently pulled my hand off her breast. There
were marks on her white skin and I felt embarrassed. Liz didn't
mind. She pushed her back into her dress without comment. I
pulled my jeans back on and handed her back her hat.
"Why?" I said. My voice was little more than a whisper at that
point.
"Why not?" Liz said. The bewilderment on my face made her smile.
"Look, you have a fucked up family. Your dad is a gigolo, your
mom doesn't even have her own personality and your is a brat.
You're the only one of that worth knowing. If you have to have
a reason, just remember that you got a from your neighbor
because she thought you were a nice guy. Deal?"
I nodded. There was that damn lump again.
"Good, now get home before your accuses me of cradle-
robbing."
Liz moved out two days later. My cock had traces of black
lipstick for days and I was sad when they were all gone. I wrote a lot
of bad poetry all about the virtues of woman and blowjobs. It
was a week of heavenly optimism until Susan Vickers in English class
made a joke about a pimple I was suffering. I had to admit, her
insults didn't as much as they used to.
My got divorced a year later but only after dragging us
through Hell first. My stepfather moved in with his waitress and I
never saw him again. My someone that was an exact copy
of her last husband. As for my brother, he was still a brat.
I a who looked a lot like Susan Vickers but with a
better sense of humor. My was an outcast from her like me,
and it was something we bonded over. I turned Halloween into the
biggest holiday of the year for us. We dressed up in all types of
costumes from sexy to just plain weird. It was the one time of the
year we celebrated how diverse my and I were from other people.
Late one sweaty Halloween, when her mermaid outfit was in shreds,
she looked in my eyes and asked the big question.
"With your lousy parents, where did you learn how to make
Halloween so much fun?"
"One spooky Halloween, I got corrupted by this witch . . ."
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