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
enormous 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 red 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 petite but shapely figure, with fairly large breasts
for her size. What wasn't immediately obvious was that she wasn't wearing anything but a black bra
and black panties beneath that gown. 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 cat ears in
my hair. My face was painted blackface (Black cat 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 breasts 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 blonde 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 family
room other people in costumes sat on sofas and chairs. A large screen tv 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 pussy or my tail. Eventually Brandi and I
split 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 toilet 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 sucking 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 girl on the bed was quite a moaner. It didn't sound like Brandi, but I risked a glance to make
sure. No, blonde 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 pussy through the leotard, then felt at my breasts (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 cat 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 stretch 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, petite
little ol' me nude, my nipples hard as pencil erasers, my shaved cunt moist, my face blackened and
with whiskers spirit gummed on, my cat ears in disarray. We were far enough back that I don't think
anyone could see the lighter. They were telling ghost stories out in the main room. I leaned back
on the cold floor, and found an old 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 stories 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 stories 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.

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 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, sucking 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 cat tail
swished after the movements of my ass. There was a whistle from someone in the kitchen (or was it a
cat 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 guys 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 sucked 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. thick 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 breast 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 drawing
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 cat 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
red hair. A man 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 immediately. 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 breasts 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 tv room. The vampire movie 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 guys sat on either side of her on the couch, obviously trying to win her favor. Other
guys in the room were observing her closely. guys 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 girl 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 clown. Scary! ------------------------------ *** 1:30AM, THE RIDE HOME *** (OR, TWO
PAINTED girls 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 thick warm
blanket and nothing else. I was asleep in about ten seconds. But I bet we both slept with big,
satisfied smiles on our faces. 

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