Halloween costume party

"Hey Danny, do you want to stop with me after work and get your hose drained?"

"I don't think so, Aaron. You're not going to Willie Woo's Adult Book Store to let one of those funny boys give you head through a glory hole, are you?"

Danny and Aaron, in their forties, had adjacent desks in the insurance office.

"Nah. But my wife won't play the skin flute any more. It's been two years. She got pissed one night when I suggested she that she really should purchase some douche. What a bitch."

"Don't whine. You should try divorce. My ex hasn't let me see my daughter for ten years. She made up some molestation bullshit. Of course I still have to pay a fortune in child support. But now that Roxanne is eighteen, she wants to see me. We're getting together Halloween weekend. Probably go to the big Halloween bash at the American Legion. Are you and your wife going?"

"Oh yeah. I told the bitch to dress as Cinderella's ugliest stepsister. Now she won't even let me dip my wick in the hairy hatchet wound that never heals. You sure you don't want to get your salami smoked after work?"

"Where? The one time I did go with you to Willie Woo's some dude bit my dick so hard the teeth marks didn't go away for two weeks."

"This Willie Woo guy who owns the glory hole dive has a new deal. A Halloween haunted house filled with hot college chicks in costumes who'll suck your dick for a hundred bucks. He's advertising it as Witchy Poo's Haunted Hooter House."

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah! Ask Jim. He's been there already. Three times. He says these chicks are totally hot. Young and ripe with great hooters. They let you play with their boobies while they peel your banana."

"Man…I don't know…"

"Everybody wears costumes so nobody gets recognised."

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"Roxanne, you can make a thousand bucks in one night! How long does it take you to make that at Wendy's flipping burgers?"

"Yeah, Sandra, but sucking off strangers? I just don't know."

Roxanne and Sandra, both sophomores at State, shared an on-campus apartment with two sisters, Emily and Emily.

"Do you know half the dudes you've hooked up with at frat parties in a drunken stupor, Roxanne?"

"Hey, I don't even remember them the next day. No big deal."

"Exactly! You won't even remember these dudes the next day. But you'll remember the thousand bucks in your purse when we're at the mall shopping the next day."

"Well, you said that pimp Willie Woo gets half of the hundred bucks for each blowjob. So if I'm doing the math right, I'd have to suck twenty cocks to make a thousand dollars."

"He's not a pimp. He's an entrepreneur. So he says. Yeah, make twenty dicks limp for a grand. Sounds sweet to me. We get to wear costumes so nobody recognizes us. And Willie gave me his credit card to buy our outfits." Sandra tittered. "The establishment where we are going to slob nobs is known as Witchy Poo's Haunted Hooter House."

"Catchy name."

"Oh yeah. Willie Woo is changing his name to Witchy Poo for the occasion. I'm going to make him wear a cute little dress. Watch me."

"Are Emily and Emily going play hide the sausage down their throats?"

"Damn right they are. Emily signed up for a whole week. She wants a new car."

"That's a lot of semen to swallow. Can you overdose on that stuff?"

"No. I did the research. I talked to my doctor. He said spunk is actually good for you. Man mustard contains aboutonia, ascorbic acid, blood-group antigens, calcium, chlorine, cholesterol, choline, citric acid, creatine, deoxyribonucleic acid, fructose, glutathione, hyaluronidase, inositol, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, purine, pyrimidine, pyruvic acic, sodium, sorbitol, spermidine, spermine, urea, uric acid, vitamin B12, and zinc. Whew! That's a mouthful. And it only contains approximately 15 calories per serving."

"What? Did you suck your doctor off too?"

"Uh…as a matter of fact…"

"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to drink a fifth of Jack Daniels before I open my mouth to get fucked twenty times. You know, anesthetize my tonsils."

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After their last classes the four girls returned to their apartment and decided to try on their costumes. They hadn't had time at the boutique, because Emily had insisted first on stopping at another store to buy new toys.

Sandra, a tall and willowy platinum blonde had selected a three piece slinky black Batgirl miniskirt with keyhole open sides and a tapered hem. A halter, neck tie, bat wings, and a bat headband.

"Wow, Sandra, the black really contrasts with your milky white skin," Emily complimented.

Roxanne put on her sequin tube top, booty shorts with an attached devil tail, cape, and horns headband. All red.

"The Devil made me do it," she offered dramatically. "I'm Satan's slut."

Emily decided to wear merely a velvet cloak. Over six-foot tall with spiked short jet black hair, she looked rather ominous.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Sandra asked. "You are scary I must admit."

"Velvet Lips."

"I never heard of Velvet Lips," Sandra responded.

"That's going to be my stage name when I star in porn flicks." Emily put in the fake vampire teeth and strapped on a harness and attached the biggest dildo in her repertoire. "I'm going to scare the spooge out of somebody. What do you think these dudes are going to fear the most—getting their dick bit off or their asshole imploded?"

All four girls began to convulse in laughter.

Emily and Emily looked nothing like sisters. The former, about nine inches shorter, had long auburn hair and much smaller breasts. Emily chose a gothic bride costume. Black and white miniskirt and matching bra top. Armlets, veil and a pearl necklace.

"You won't need the pearl necklace, Emily," Sandra joked, "you'll be getting plenty of those real soon."

"Hey Sis, you look so sweet in that wedding dress. I'd like to bend you over and give it to you in your cute little ass," Emily said rather coldly, looking dead serious.

"No Emily!" Emily cried. "I don't want to! You hurt me!"

"You're a slut, Emily. A cock sucking harlot. You're going off to some haunted whorehouse and sing into purple microphones. I'm going to punish you, bitch."

Emily grabbed Emily roughly as the latter tried to squirm away.

"No Emily! No!"

"Go ahead, play hard to get, cunt. I'll spank your ass silly."

Emily began to giggle and her body relaxed. "I don't want to play hard to get, Emily. It's simply too much work. Just fuck me and get it over with while I chant ‘Oh baby!' about a hundred times."

The two sisters got hysterical and hugged and poked each other in mirth. They kissed passionately, the tongue action way beyond sisterly affection.

Emily reached into her large purse and produced a string of balls attached along its length with a ring at the end. Emily began to tease her clit with her fingers in anticipation of what was about to transpire. Emily kissed her sister again and began to press the balls into Emily's mouth. The latter tried to say something but her voice was muffled until Emily pulled the balls out past her lips, popping them out one at a time.

"I thought that those were supposed to go up my ass, not in my mouth," Emily purred.

"All in good time, my dear little sister," Emily cooed.

Emily bent Emily over and tongued her rosebud. Then she spread lube over her sister's crack with her hands. Soon she pressed a single finger into Emily's hole, up past the first knuckle. Applying more lube, she worked her finger in, and then added another.

Emily bit her lip and grunted, beginning to move her ass back and forth in time to Emily's fingers, as she continued to play with her pussy.

Emily grabbed the string of balls again and pressed the first one against Emily's bum. Slowly increasing the pressure, it finally was swallowed up and disappeared. She continued to patiently push the balls up her sister's ass. Emily massaged her swollen clit in a frenzy.

"Ohh…ahh…this…oh…fuck…" Emily moaned over and over, and when she began to tremble in orgasmic pleasure, Emily pulled hard on the string of balls up her butt.

Emily screamed, "Oh my fucking dear God!" and collapsed on the floor all curled up, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"You're a bad girl aren't you, little sister?" Emily chastised. "Such a bad girl."

Emily nodded weakly and mumbled something unintelligible.

"Bad girls need to be punished," Emily continued as she dragged Emily up to all fours. "Now I need to punish my bad little sister."

Emily whimpered as the smacking sounds reverberated. Red marks began to show on her bum, and Emily ran her hands over them as she spanked even harder.

Emily slipped a lubed hot pink butt plug between Emily's cheeks and into her hole, pressing and pressing until it popped in for a nice tight fit. A small whine started coming from Emily's throat, turning into a louder howl as Emily began spanking her again.

Sandra and Roxanne watched in near shock. They had seen the two sisters muff each other but nothing this fucking hot.

"Would you like a buddy suck?" Sandra asked Roxanne softly as she began to caress her breasts and nibble her ear.

"I have a better idea." Emily had taken off the harness with the huge dildo attached and tossed it on a chair. Roxanne picked it up. "How about a buddy fuck, girlfriend?"

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The haunted house, an old dilapidated mansion, had been done up right for Halloween. Fake gravestones, pieces of lumber hammered to look weathered, had been planted in the lawn. Through the front door a dark, narrow passageway led to the parlor. Cloth hanging from the ceiling gave it a tunnel effect. The only light came from candles in sadistically carved pumpkins. In the parlor, rubber spiders and snakes had been attached to the curtains. A smoky, misty effect had been created by placing dry ice in a large tub of hot water.

The girls gave Witchy Poo his girly witch costume and he put it on reluctantly, and then only after they threatened to go home without blowing anybody if he didn't.

The first customer was a scrawny little dude with glasses about the same age as the girls. He wore a Superman costume that was about three sizes too big. He stared at Emily's breasts straining to burst out of the bridal costume.

"I pick you!" he blurted excitedly, his voice cracking, pointing a shaky finger at Emily.

"Okay, Superman, I'll give you a super blow job," Emily cooed. "Give Witchy Poo the cash." He quickly did so. "Now, let's see that super cock of yours, honey."

He unzipped and exposed himself.

"Oh my God, that thing's a foot long!" Emily squealed.

"Yeah it is," Emily agreed, very impressed. "C'mon, I'll help. The least a sister can do. You'll never get that much pork in one mouth. I'll give the super stud a black kiss while you breathe through your ears. And honey," she said to the dude, "if you like a dick up your ass I can do that too while she is milking your one-eyed spit monkey."

A very happy Superman followed the two girls upstairs like a puppy dog.

Roxanne and Sandra waited anxiously for the next customers to arrive.

Danny and Aaron soon showed up dressed as Bush and Cheney.

They lewdly looked over the selection of fresh meat dressed in their Halloween costumes.

"I like that number in the devil costume," Danny whispered to Aaron. "Beautiful long red hair. Like my daughter. From what I remember anyway."

Witchy Poo, showing them the merchandise, interrupted. "Hand me a C-spot, Mr. President, and take the hot little devil upstairs. She'll do a Monica on you."

The financial transaction was completed. The young lady led Danny by the hand up the stairs.

"Do you swallow, miss?" he inquired hopefully.

"Do dogs bark?" she replied politely.

They got to the room. Roxanne wasted no time. She let him see her boobs.

"You have exquisite breasts, miss. What shall I call you?"

"Oh, how about Devilicious?

The she-devil in red knelt in front of him. He began to fondle her nipples. She unzipped him.

"Wow, you are big!" she complimented seriously.

"I bet you say that to all your customers."

"But you really are! Really. Oh, and this cute little birthmark on your penis is cute. It looks like a heart."

"Well, I definitely have a heart-on," he joked. "You've made me hard as a rock."

"My pleasure, Mr. President, and soon it will be yours. Who gave you your first blow job if I may ask? I'm curious about such things."

"Uh…well…it was my best buddy way back when, before we could get girls to suck our cocks. Just sort of happened. We had been watching a porn flick, jerking off, like we usually did after school. He suggested we switch hands, his hand on my dick and my hand on his. That felt so good I suggested we try mouths. I figure we gave each other a couple hundred blow jobs before he moved away a year later. I've been addicted ever since. Who was the lucky recipient of your first blow job?"

"Hmm. I don't remember which teacher for sure was first, but I didn't make valedictorian of my high school class merely on my intelligence. But on the other hand, maybe I did!" She smiled seductively while using both hands to stroke him. "Do you ever go to Willie Woo's Adult Book Store to get your…uh…rocks off?"

"Only once. I'm not gay. But on the other had, there's nothing like an enthusiastic cock sucker, male or female. But I like girls better. I wonder how it went down with Clinton and Monica," he mused.

"Just like this I suspect," Roxanne cooed, and then took him in her mouth. She pulled him out and stared at his cock inches from her face. "I want your load in my mouth, Mr. President." She rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face. "Do you want to cum in my mouth, Mr. President?"

"Oh yeah, baby. And you don't even have to vote for me," he joked. "No matter which party, you should support your president by giving him a helluva blow job."

"Hey, you're funny, dude."

She ran her tongue over her luscious lips to get them good and wet. With her left hand cupping his balls and her right hand holding his eager cock upwards, she began to lick the bottom of his shaft from the base to the tip. Over and over. Like a lollipop."

"Oh yeah, honey, that's good…so…so good. Now take it deep, baby. I want to see if you can get it all in your mouth."

"Eager, are we?" she paused to say sweetly. "Okay for you." She bent her neck just the right way and took it all down her throat, holding it there.

"Oh my fucking God, I can't believe you did that!" he blurted.

She pulled him out. "Believe what? I can't put my nose in Bush's bush?" Then she giggled. "Now don't make me laugh or I can't concentrate. We have to take care of business. Other customers will want to take their turn, ya know? So many dicks, so little time."

"Okay honey. Whatever you say. Just keep sucking my dick."

And she did. With her lips firmly wrapped around his big swollen cock head and shaft, she gently flicked the top of his cock with her tongue, fluttering it up and down the tip.

"Ohhh…oh baby…ahhh…you can really suck…ohhh…oh fuck…I…"

The she-devil began to twist her head from side to side, keeping her moist lips in contact with his coronal ridge as he began to thrust his hips. "C'mon honey, fuck my face, fuck my mouth," she purred as she took one last big breath.

"Baby, I think I…ohhh…ahhh…I'm going…to…uhhh…bust a nut…I…really…"

He pulled her head down on him as she deep-throated him no hands while pulling his ass cheeks to her. When she felt him ready to burst, she placed her thumb at the very base of his penis to block the tube through which the spunk spurts as she continued to suck vigorously on the head of his cock. He began to spasm although his cum could not yet escape.

But she could only hold him back momentarily and he screamed and shuddered as he blew a huge load down her throat. She looked like a chipmunk, swallowing as much as possible. The she pulled him out and let his still spurting cock finish on her face, lips, and tongue. She put him back into her mouth until he softened considerably. It was him who pulled out, but only because she began to bite his soft cock playfully and it reminded him of the overeager dude who chomped on him at Willie Woo's.

"Thank you honey, that was incredible. It's been a long time, actually never, since somebody gave me head as good as you do."

"You're welcome, Mr. President," she cooed as she wiped the dripping cum off her face with Kleenex and straightened up her costume, "just doing my duty as a patriotic American. Like Monica." They both laughed.

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Roxanne and her father met at a restaurant. They hadn't seen each other in ten years, so both thought. The immediate bonding was obvious to both of them. They enjoyed a wonderful lunch. Afterwards, they went to the park and talked for hours, catching up on the past.

"Well, Roxanne, it's time to get back to the house to hand out the Halloween candy to the kids."

"Let's go, Dad. I'll help you. I even have a Halloween costume in my bag."

"Oh, you're staying overnight?"

"You said to stay as long as I like."

"Yes, I did, and I'm very pleased you're staying for awhile."

"Me too, Dad."

They got to the house and Aaron put on a Frankenstein mask and costume and fetched the candy. Roxanne went upstairs to change into her costume.

A few minutes later she came back down in the sexy she-devil outfit. She couldn't see the look on her father's face because of his mask.

For the next two hours they greeted the slew of children and filled their bags.

"Whew! I'm glad that's over," Aaron said in relief as the last of the crowd walked down the driveway. "I'm sweating like crazy in this stupid costume. I'm going to take a shower, honey."

"Okay, Dad, I'll just watch TV or something. What do you want to do later?"

"Oh, I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do, Dad."

"We'll think of something fun, honey. There's a costume party at the American Legion if you'd like to go. "

Her father had been upstairs for only a few minutes when she got that certain feeling. Roxanne had to use the bathroom urgently. But her father was taking a shower. But she couldn't wait and stormed in, hiked her skirt up and her panties down and began to take care of business.

He never heard her. His shower finished, he opened the shower curtain and reached for his towel.

She stared at the heart-shaped birthmark on his large penis.

"Oh my God! Dad, I've seen your dick before!"

"Yes, that you have, baby. I immediately recognised you when you put that cute little devil costume on."

"Daddy, I'm going to be here awhile. Can I give you another blow job?"

He pinched his nose with the fingers of one hand and with his other hand used his cock to trace her luscious lips. She opened them and licked his head with her tongue, inviting him in.

"I have a better idea, honey. When you're finished there I'll bend you over with your hands on the toilet seat and pack your fudge but good. You won't take another dump for a week."

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Two days later Roxanne informed her mother that she was going to stay with her father when she wasn't at school.

"But he only has one bedroom," her mother whined.

"We'll work it out," Roxanne replied with a smirk as she opened her large purse a crack and stared at the harness and strap on dildo. "Daddy promised I could pack his fudge tonight," she whispered.

"What, Roxanne, I didn't hear you."

"Daddy is going to sleep on his big recliner chair in the living room on a donut cushion. He has haemorrhoids or some such thing."

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The four roommates spent the next weekend shopping at a large mall a hundred miles away. They shopped until they dropped—well, until all the money was gone that they earned from making soft dicks hard and then soft again at Witchy Poo's Haunted Hooter House.

"I wish Halloween came more than once a year," Emily mused.

"Not to worry," Sandra advised with a twinkle in her eye, "Willie Woo has a new strategic business plan for Thanksgiving. French will be the flavour and the theme will be ‘gobble gobble' so he says."

"Where in the world are we going to get sexy turkey costumes?" Emily inquired innocently.