A Halloween Masquerade 'Ball'.

Abigail Harris' pert features were close to the reflective surface of the mirror in the closet of her makeshift office in Bellevue Home for Retired Gentle Folks. Without her designer eyeglasses, she had to get close to the mirror to finish applying her makeup for the evening.

The nursing home aide smiled as she thought back to the posters she had put up in the most visible positions of the corridors a few weeks ago. The red paper with the glittery gold writing boasted of a 'Halloween Masquerade Ball' in the lounge. 'Come costumed as your favorite holiday,' it further encouraged. It was Abbie's first official function since the home's director had begrudgingly installed her as Activities Director, complete with a small office and an equally small pay increase.

Abbie didn't mind, though. These people were increasingly like family to her, especially the 'gang of four,' that included her surrogate grandparents, Pearl Johnson and Frank Rosen.

The violet-eyed brunette tried not to smile as she tried to finish drawing straight lines across her cheeks as she thought about the reaction her costume would bring to the geriatric folks at her latest planned shindig.

After she finished adding her 'whiskers', Abbie looked further at her reflection in the narrow mirror that ran the length of the closet door. The curvy aide turned this way and that, happy with the way the black velvet leotard hugged her arms, chest and hips. Smooth ebon tights covered her legs and the feet that were in black high heels. The near-sighted miss looked closely in the mirror again, wiggling the features under her painted-on cat face, adjusting the fuzzy black pointed ears pinned to her hair. Halloween always had been her favorite time of year as a child, and now, with her newly awakened feminine wiles, the idea of dressing up sexy in front of a crowd of people was too much to resist. And what better outfit to represent Halloween than a sexy black catgirl? She meowed at the mirror, flashing her long black nail extensions as if they were claws. A bright orange collar around her soft neck completed the outfit. A little pumpkin dangled like a nametag from the vinyl ring. Before she made her way to the lounge, Abbie turned her back to the mirror, checking out her tail. The flexible, furry one that seemed to emanate from the top of her haunches, underneath her bodysuit and bob in the air behind her. Satisfied with her look, she made her way to her clients.

Abbie Harris looked around the softly illuminated lounge, the jack o'lanterns she had carved flickering on each table as big band music played and the senior citizens mingled. The nursing home aide was happy with the turnout. She sashayed onto the dance floor and joined in with the partying old folks. Leprechauns, Cupids, and Uncle Sams surrounded Abbie. The beguiling catgirl accepted the many compliments on both the party and her costume as she gyrated over to where she saw Frank Rosen and John Ray bantering over the punch bowl of spiced apple cider.

Frank wore a large white robe and sandals, his walking stick replaced by a wooden sickle. A long fake white beard hung down, nearly covering a white sash with last year's date on it. John Ray wore a Santa Claus outfit, though the thin old man was sadly in need of some extra stuffing to fill out the fur-trimmed red velvet suit.

Abbie could feel her pussy goosh a little inside the tight flocked material stretched over her cunny from the fuck-hot stares she got from the two men when they spotted her approaching.

"Here, kitty, kitty. Papa got some cream for you," said John Ray in a low whisper as the erotically-garbed brunette got within earshot.

"Nice pussy!" complimented Frank.

"Well, Father Time, Father Christmas, together in one place!" Abbie grinned as she neared them at their place by the punch bowl. Filling her plastic mug with cider, she turned to toast the men. "Merry Christmas!" she said to John. "Happy New Year!" Abbie toasted Frank before she downed the tangy cool beverage. She deliberately turned away from the men to pick a snack from the table, her cat tail brushing against them.

A wicked smile brightened Abbie's feline features when she felt a hand gently grasp the swishing black appendage.

"Would you mind giving two old fools a piece of tail, honey?" John Ray asked, stroking the furry appliance.

Abbie turned her head to look over her shoulder at the grinning, horny, old men. While it was hard to tell with Frank's loose robe, the brunette could easily see the eight-incher tenting the velvet folds of John Ray's britches.

"I thought you guys were going off the Viagra?" Abbie asked sweetly, as she felt herself being tugged backwards by the tail.

"We did, Abbie! You're just a natural aphrodisiac!" Frank Rosen answered as he watched John reel her in next to them.

The sweet retirement home aide couldn't help but blush through her makeup at the compliment. "Aww, you guys!" she fawned, her hands going around each of their shoulders.

"But I really should tend to the party. It is my responsibility, you know," Abbie gently reminded, fighting her own horny urges.

"Oh, posh!" John Ray gruffed, waving his hand. "They'll be fine on their own for a few minutes. Here, let's just step into the cloakroom!"

Abbie found herself being led through the door just behind them to a small room with long coat racks at one end. In the relative quiet of the room, Abbie relented.

"You know I can't turn down you guys! Hope you don't mind a blowjob, it'd take too long to get in and out of this outfit," Abbie explained as she gestured to her second skin bodysuit and tights.

"Oh, that's just fine, Abbie!" Frank encouraged, both of the men rubbing their hands together gleefully like excited little children.

"But, who first?" the aide asked coquettishly, a fingertip at the corner of her mouth as she eyed both men.

"Christmas comes before New Year's, and so too should I!" John Ray declared, stepping before Abbie in his Santa suit.

Frank just groaned at the comment while Abbie giggled as she got on her hands and knees on the smooth carpeting of the cloakroom.

John Ray helped the taloned miss get his hardon through the fly of his trousers. Abbie then took over, lapping all along his trembling cock, being careful not to stab him with her long nails as she held it steady between her hands.

Frank Rosen stood behind Abbie, waiting his turn as he continued to sip the remnants of his cider. Her ass was positively mesmerizing as it swished saucily before him as she gave his crony head. Not able to endure much more, Frank pulled his own hard cock from behind his flowing robe and started to wank it as he thought about that first fateful time he had taken her anal cherry in the storage closet. He stepped forward, pawing that delectable ass in his hands, feeling the taut smoothness.

The lustdriven old man grabbed at the high cut hem of Abbie's leotard leg and pulled it until he could see the tights' seam. Using the sharp edge of his prop sickle, he tore through the middle seam, exposing the crack of her ass. Dropping to his knees, the man inserted his dripping hardness through the rent material and eased his way slowly into Abbie's tight asshole. The legband tried to slip back in place when Frank released his grip from Abbie's ass, but it was blocked by the trunk of the man's cock. The fuzzy material served only to further stimulate the old man as it rubbed against his pistoning cock.

Abbie couldn't believe Frank was taking her ass as she blew his buddy in the cloakroom dressed like a cat. But that didn't mean she didn't like the feeling of two cocks filling her from both ends. The costumed brunette pushed back against his hips as John shoved his length down her throat. Abbie deep-throated it all, another lesson learned from Grammy Pearl.

Neither old man could believe what was occurring before them. This sexy catgirl was taking both their pricks at one time! They also knew they couldn't take much more of her youthful exuberance on their aged cocks. Almost as one, they shot their vintage seed into the girl's suctioning orifices.

After recuperating and redressing themselves, the trio stepped back out into the party. "Actually, New Year's does come pretty close to Christmas!" Abbie smiled to the departing old men. As enjoyable as the three-way was, Abbie still felt a void in her needy pussy. She looked around for another playmate.