Chapter 7: Trick or Treat

There was a loud knock on the door and Mari went to open it, carrying the basket of Halloween candies under her arm. It contained a good mix of fun size Snickers bars, Milky Ways, candy bracelets and other assorted goodies. She grabbed a red gumball out of the basket as she walked, squeezed it out of its plastic wrapper and popped it in her mouth.

“Coming!” she yelled at the door between chews.

At fifteen, the beautiful teen had decided that she was too old to go trick or treating and had elected to stay at home to dish out the candy instead. Not too old to dress up, however, and she had put on a sexy Spanish dress she had found in her mom’s closet. It was bright red and hugged her curves like it had been molded around her. Sleeveless and strapless, it clung to her firm breasts for support, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. There was a flare at the hips that only accentuated them, and black lacy trim ran along all the seams. She had placed her raven-black hair in a long braid that hung down her back. To top off her look, she had applied a little makeup.

Indubitably, her parents would have frowned on this year’s choice of costume, but since they were away at a Halloween party with some of their friends at work and had an ETA well after midnight, she was free to dress up as she wanted.

It had been a bitch to get the zipper in the back all the way up on her own, but she thought the end result was worth it. She had already reduced several trick-or-treating teenage boys to distracted mumbling and it was rare their eyes ever made it as high as her face. That went for a couple of dads too, she had noted proudly.

The knocking sounded again.

“Yeah, yeah ... hold your horses!” What an impatient little brat. She considered getting the basket of fruit instead. The kids always hated that.

Nah, wasn’t worth it. She opened the door.

“Trick or Treat!” The baritone voice suited well the body that towered over her. He was broad-shouldered, tall and wearing a Frankenstein mask.

“Aren’t you a bit old for trick or treating?” giggled the teen.

“Not if I’m looking for tricks.” He removed his mask and smiled, his white teeth bright in the darkness. “Someone told me that there was a beautiful flamenco dancer at this address that was spending this all-important holiday alone. I thought I’d stop by and make things a little more interesting.”

Mari sighed dramatically and stepped aside.

“I suppose you’d like to come in then, David” she said while beckoning with her hand. Mari had a lot of boyfriends, and David was one of her favorites. He was kind, strong and knew his way well around a woman’s body.

“I would indeed.” He stepped into the hall and took off his boots while she closed the door.

She held out the basket. “Candy?”

“Oh, yes please!” He put an arm behind her back and one behind her knees and then lifted her unceremoniously.

“Eeek!” She barely held onto the basket of treats. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he headed down the hall and up the stairs, carrying the light girl to her bedroom. She loved the feel of his arms around her and marveled at the strength that allowed him to carry her so easily. His heart was beating strongly enough that she felt it through his shirt, and she pressed against his broad chest with a contented smile on her lips.

“So, do your parents know how you dress up, or should I say down, for Halloween?” he said as he set her back down to the floor in front of her bed.

She twirled once, her hands together above her head, before answering. “Of course not. And as long as I’m out of it before they get home tonight, they’ll never know.”

He grinned at her. “Baby, I’m planning on having you out of it long before that.” She giggled and blushed. “So ... what are you wearing underneath?”

“Underneath?” Mari grinned mischievously. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

Before she knew what had happened, he’d picked her up and dropped her onto her back on the bed. “Very well, then ... I will!” He pulled at her dress until it was wrapped around her waist. All that stood between him and her center was a pair of skimpy black lace panties. He grabbed them and quickly worked them down her hips and off to throw them aside onto her laundry pile.

“Now this is more like it!”

Spreading her legs with his large hands, David got on his knees on the floor and leaned in to nestle his tongue right into her wet and ready pussy. Moving his strong tongue vigorously, he alternated between dipping it into her and flicking it across her swollen clit.

“Eager today ... are we?” The words slipped out between moans. Mari was writhing on the bed and squeezing her own breasts through the red fabric of her dress. She pressed her crotch against David’s face, trying to force his tongue deeper. And suddenly, as the tip of his tongue played tag with her clit, she tensed up and moaned deep in her throat. Her thighs clamped together around David’s head and her back arched off the bed as she came. He did his best to keep his tongue moving and to ensure that she didn’t break his neck in the process.

When she finally relaxed and released his head, David stood up. Mari watched him through partially-closed eyes as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. The quite obvious tent in his boxers caused her to giggle. For her entertainment, he jumped a couple of times so she could watch it bounce before he also lowered the underwear to the floor.

Mari sat up on the bed and licked her lipstick-red lips seductively. He didn’t need much coaxing, and the head of his swollen cock was just about to touch her lips when the doorbell rang. Mari swiped her tongue quickly across the tip before jumping up, smoothing down her dress and grabbing the basket of candy. David looked at her incredulously as she made to leave the room to answer the door.

“You’re not actually going to get that, are you?” He looked pathetic, standing there in only his shirt and his large cock pointing at her. “But we’re right in the middle of...”

“Oh shush! I’ll be right back. Don’t want to deprive some poor kid of his candy, do you?”

“No, but...”

She disappeared out the door and whisked down the stairs. “Coming!”

When she threw open the front door, her breathing was a bit ragged from running. The way her shapely bosom was rising up and down as she caught her breath was obviously distracting the guy outside. He was wearing a batman hood and a black cape, but was otherwise clad in jeans and a college sweatshirt. Like David, he too towered over the sexy fifteen-year-old.

“Not much of a costume, is it?” asked Mari.

“Well, I’m not supposed to be wearing all these other clothes with it, but it’s cold out.”

Mari grinned. Rob was definitely the silliest of her boyfriends. The problem was, with David upstairs waiting in her room, what was she to do? Maybe if she did some fancy footwork...

“Why don’t you come in and warm up then, Mr. Batman, and show me what your costume really should look like?” She stepped aside to let him in.

“I would be happy to”

Shortly after, Mari was sitting on the back of the couch in her family room and looking critically at Rob while he made a show out of removing all of his clothes except his cape and mask. With a final flourish, he tossed his boxers toward the kitchen door before striking a pose with his fists at his hips and his rigid cock standing straight out in front of him.

“Very impressive!” She applauded him quietly before climbing off the couch and stepping up to the masked crusader. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned in to place a soft kiss at each of his nipples before sliding slowly down his body until she was face to face with his cock. Parting her red lips, she leaned forward and engulfed the erect member. Then she pulled back slowly while applying suction until the head slipped out of her mouth with a pop. Rob groaned as she repeated.