Trick Or Treat

When Tom pulled up in front of the Sorority House, Anna was already standing out on the porch waiting for him. She had on a witch's hat, short cape, and even shorter skirt. Before he had the chance to get out of the pickup truck, Anna had already run down the steps and opened the passenger-side door herself. "You're late," she told him as she climbed into the cab, unintentionally 'flashing' him, "Everyone else has already left for the party."

"Well, don't turn me into a frog," he replied, referring to her witch's outfit. As his girlfriend wedged her broom between the roof of the cab and the floorboard, Tom reached over to slide his hand up under her black dress with the ragged edges. "In such a rush that you forgot your panties?" he asked, stroking her tightly curled pubic hair.

Anna stopped what she was doing, closing her eyes and enjoying the touch of her boyfriend's finger. But only for a few seconds. Snapping her eyes open, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. "We are late enough as it is," she scolded. "I'm not going to make us any later by sitting here with my legs spread, letting you finger-bang me."

"Your choice," he shrugged, putting the truck in gear.

"And what's with the pickup?" she asked, looking around inside the cab before turning on the radio.

"Belongs to Harry's old man," he answered as he turned the wheel to head out to the party. "Dan, Harry, and I were using it to haul the beer, ice, food, tables, and chairs out to the haunted house. ..That's why I'm late."

"It is not haunted," she emphasized. "And even if it was, you are a big, bad swashbuckling pirate. You shouldn't be afraid of any ghost." She was referring to his costume, of course.

"A butt-pirate, argh," he said in a pirate's voice.

"In your dreams," she smirked, staring out into the darkness as they left the city and headed for Handjob Hill.

***** ***** *****

When they arrived, the area around the abandoned mansion was full of cars and lights flickered eerily through the curtainless windows of the first floor. A battery-operated Philips record player provided music for the revellers. The party organizer and head of the Sorority, Muffy, was inside the foyer, wearing a cheerleader costume. "Look, nerdy-boy, I'm not interested, just get lost, okay?"

"Uh, yeah, sure," Harry muttered crest-fallen as Muffy stumbled drunkenly out the front door, staggering across the wide expanse of lawn. But his countenance brightened when he saw Tom and walked up to greet him.

As Harry approached, Tom noticed Anna rolling her eyes, and he reached behind her to pinch her butt. "Be nice," he warned." To Harry, Tom shook his head, saying, "She's a class act. Drunk on her ass already and the party has just started!"

"Oh, no," the short, pimple-skinned, glasses-wearing Harry replied with his always needful sounding voice. "Things are really jumping." He snickered and lowered his voice, "Some of the girls have even taken off..." Again he snickered. "Taken off their tops."

The trio walked into the main room and Anna leaned into Tom, speaking into his ear, "Probably the first time he has actually seen a flesh-and-blood set of breasts." Tom tried to shush her, but she continued with, "All of us in the Sorority call him the Jerk-Off King. Ever since he dropped a Playboy magazine with the pages stuck together." She giggled. "You should have seen him struggling with the two girls who picked it up, trying to get it back."

Harry had not exaggerated about the festivities. Most of the Halloween costumes worn by the females left little to the imagination. **** had loosened the inhibitions of many of them, and they had removed parts of their skimpy attire, revealing even more flesh. One of the Sorority sisters, Helen something-or-other, had stripped down completely and was dancing around atop the table holding the paper plates, plastic cups, and flatwear. Several male students were clustered around, staring up at the short-haired brunette as she put her exposed pussy on display. Her feet were planted firmly, spread far apart, with her hands over her head, snapping her fingers as she gyrated with closed eyes.

"GET AWAY FROM HERE YOU PERVERT!" a girl's voice screamed out. All eyes turned to the source of the scream to see Harry standing close to a couple sitting on the floor in a corner. The nerdy college boy was holding one of his father's military surplus emergency lanterns, shining its bright beam directly on the pair. The male had his blue jeans shoved down to the top of his cowboy boots, his stetson tilted back on his head, and his erection sticking up in the air. The female curled up next to him, wearing a nurse's outfit with a ridiculously short skirt, had her hand wrapped around that meat-pole.

"Dan?" Tom said, with a grin as he and Anna walked over. Anna, for her part, gasped, "Sue?"

"Jeez," Sue shot back at the crowd gathering around her and her boyfriend. "Can't a girl give a fellow a little hand action without everyone making a big deal out of it?"

"Don't let us stop you," Tom said, "Go ahead and finish what you started."

His friend Dan locked eyes with Tom's, serious at first, but then a wide grin spread across his face. Grabbing his girlfriend's wrist, he tugged it up and down, urging her to continue. She stared at him in shock as the other party-goers called out encouragement. Finally, with a what-the-hell shrug, she went back to beating her boyfriend off.

By now most of the guests had massed around the seated spot-lit couple, and more than one female's hand was clutching at her date's crotch. The bright beam of the lantern reflected off the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit in the end of cowboy Dan's six-shooter. Despite Anna's initial shock, she too was staring. At one point she whispered in Tom's ear, "I think yours is nicer."

The cowpoke having his pistol stroked was now heading for his last round-up. He was breathing through his open mouth and his hips were bucking. Sue pumped away fast and furious, her other hand cupped and fondled his saddle-bags, nearly bursting with sperm.

"STROKE ---- STROKE ---- STROKE ---," some wise-ass started to chant and everyone joined in. Even the girls. Dan briefly opened his eyes, but he was too far gone to care.

"Arrrgh!" he cried out as his cum-shooter began to fire. One. Two. Three bullets of hot, sticky sperm bullets flew high into the air, falling back on to his still spewing cock and Sue's rapidly jerking hand. More and more of his man-juice spilled out. Sue had really hit the motherlode.

Finally, Dan's revolver was empty and Nurse Sue slowed down and then stopped her medical procedure. Everyone clapped and cheered as Sue held up her sperm-covered hands. "Can somebody pass me a napkin?"

A Sorority sister quickly responded. She had been in similar situations many times in the past, her hands coated with cum. Despite loving to give her boyfriend pleasure, she found the gooey, slimy by-product to be disgusting.

"He died with his boots on," someone called out, drawing attention to the footwear of Dan's costume. Everyone laughed, a fresh record was put on the phonograph, and the party resumed.

It was at that moment that one of the guys asked, "Hey. Where's Sam? Has anyone seen him around lately?"

The naked Helen, still standing on the table top, looked around, her finger-tips touching her upper chest. She had a worried look on her face. Sam was her boyfriend and she couldn't remember the last time she had seen him.