As a small horde of costume-clad kids departed down the street toward the next target of their avarice for tooth-enamel decay agents, a reasonably attractive woman stepped up to the most recent hander-outer of goodies. The woman was wearing a tube top and a skirt and had a small duffel over her shoulder. She checked both directions on the sidewalk, then said something that wholly surprised the guy holding the small bucket of sweets.

“Trick or treat, suck my teat.”

With those words, the woman saying those words – a woman of roughly average US adult female height with a head of semi-long black hair and obviously of some southern Asian heritage, lowered the left side of her tube top revealing a brown breast with a dark nipple. A breast with a bit of sag, but still fairly upright for a woman of somewhere around 40 years of age.

She seemed to expect his surprise at her words and actions and was prepared for his immediate non-compliance. She lifted her left hand and placed it on the back of his head. When he did not object in any fashion, actually seemed to be mentally out of action at her audacity, she pulled his head down to her left breast.

Had there been pedestrians within 25 feet or so, they would have heard his deep moan as he began fulfilling her demand. She responded by lifting her chin, slitting her eyes, and giving out a low moan of her own. However, she had obviously remained aware of her surroundings, as she lifted his head off her breast and covered it with her tube top as the sounds of another gaggle of trick-or-treaters approached.

“You have more customers. I’ll be inside,” she told him as she stepped past him and walked in the open door.

The man was obviously flummoxed, staring at her as if she were speaking in tongues of which he knew nothing. She responded by looking in both directions, pulling her tube top below both breasts, then walking past him into the house behind him. She did not close the door, instead standing behind the door with her left eye peeking.

As the group of five kids – a witch, two Beyonces, a pirate, and a princess – arrived, sense seemed to return to the man, and he smiled at the kids, engaging them in banter as he dropped full-sized candy bars into their bags.

Those bars got the boy and one of the girls to rejoice in their good fortune and they exclaimed among each other as the man wished them well at their next provider of treats. He then looked both ways and, seeing no one other than the departing fivesome, hastily climbed the two stairs, stepped into his house, and closed the front door. The woman immediately pulled his head back down to her bosom, this time pulling him to her right nipple. He greedily began laving it and sucking on the nipple.

With her right arm around his head holding him to her breast, she told him, “Just so you know, I’m clean.”

A moan escaped his mouth in response, but then she encouraged him to put his bucket of candy on the floor and change to her left breast, her face showing pleasure as he returned to suckling. She allowed him to suckle on her left nipple for at least a couple minutes, then pulled his mouth up to hers. He followed her lead in kissing intensely for some 15 or 20 seconds, but she then backed off.

“Remove my clothes.”

He stared into her eyes for a few moments, then pulled her tube top up and off her.

When he looked at her very short skirt, she told him, “Zipper, left side.”

The man nodded, then quickly dealt with the zipper and, dropping to his knees, lowered it down her legs to find himself staring at an uncovered vagina bereft of hair.

A long, modulating moan escaped his mouth, after which he groaned, “Fu-uccckk. Did my daughter put you up to this?”

“Daughter? You have a daughter?”

“Oh, fu-u.

The hitch and incompleteness of that response were due to the woman pulling his head into her crotch, whereupon he began gently licking her lips, occasionally splitting her lips to get more of her juice on his tongue to spread elsewhere.

She moaned softly, causing a moan to emanate from his chest.

The ringing of the doorbell surprised both of them, but the woman helped the man to his feet, pointed him at his bucket, and then slipped farther to her right to keep the opening door between her and the outside world as the man dealt with a single ghost, and a tacky ghost at that, although his mind barely managed that thought, what with most of it occupied by the unknown naked woman just behind the door.

When he stepped back, she stopped him from closing the door. Instead, she changed her modus operandi, surprising him greatly. She attacked, plastering her body against his, her right hand feeling out the obvious bulge in his jeans.

“Freaking Hell,” he stated, but further words were cut off by her attacking his mouth with hers.

As she pulled back from his mouth, she ordered, “Look outside. Is anyone coming?”

He stepped onto the stoop, looked in both directions, then replied, “No. I see no one on the street.”

The woman pulled him back inside but stopped him when he began to close the door. He began to groan, but that effort was interrupted by the woman unbuttoning his jeans and dragging them down his legs. She moaned when she saw his erect penis barely contained within a bikini-style type of underwear. He moaned loudly when she put her cheek on his bulge and rubbed it.

She pulled her head from his crotch, then grabbed his underwear at his hips and, mindful of his penis, pulled them down his legs and off his feet. His hard cock sprang outward, and she moaned again, a soft moan almost drowned out by his louder moan.

She looked back down, then pulled his socks off his feet, saying, “I’m glad you weren’t wearing shoes. This was much easier.” She looked back up at his face, then seemed to shock him by saying, “Close the door, then open only the upper half.”

“Holy fuck! What ... Never mind. You’re in charge.”

Once he got the door into the situation she had demanded, she turned him to face the door, then handed the bucket of candy up to him. She encouraged him to move back from the door a half-step, then scooted herself in front of him between his legs, her back to the bottom of the door, then took his throbbing cock into her mouth.

“Holy fucking Hell!”

She pulled off him and said, “I’ll hear the kids, so you don’t have to warn me.”

He released a long, drawn-out, heartfelt, “Fu-uuuuccccckkk,” while she returned to sucking his cock.

It seemed obvious to the few of his brain cells still on duty that she was not trying to get him to orgasm quickly, perhaps at all, but was simply seeing if she could blow his mind with the unbelievable situation. Despite that dim thought floating around in his mind, the talking of an approaching duo got more of his neurons firing. Considering his response to the girls’ arrival, he was amazed at how many were firing.

“Aren’t you girls a bit on the old side for trick-or-treating?”

His question resulted in sass.

“Is there a legislated age limit for that?”

“Oh, a future lawyer, are you?”

“Maybe. Do you like our costumes?”

“They’re ... umm ... lovely. Am I allowed to tell you that?”

“So long as you’re not perving on us.”

“Do you truly expect guys not to perv at you wearing ... such costumes?”

The other girl responded, “Well, no. That’s the whole idea.”

“Well, then. Instead of hiding it, I’ll do my perving in the open, the perving those ... costumes deserve. You’re both lovely young women and your Little Mermaid outfits make your loveliness obvious. Is that the sort of response you wanted?”

A slight moan escaped his mouth, then, as the woman, who had his cockhead in her mouth, reached around him and squeezed his bare ass with both hands.

The first girl cooed, “Ooh. I liked the moan, You must truly like our outfits.”

Recovering reasonably rapidly, the man responded, saying, “You must know that most heterosexual guys would revel in seeing you girls in them. I assume neither of your mothers saw you like that. Yes?”

“Of course not,” replied the second girl. “We aren’t dumb.”

“Of course, you’re not, and quite lovely. Do you have a bag or something for the candy? Or are the treats you want solely appreciation?”

“You’re pretty smart for a guy,” the first girl returned.

“Why, thank you for the compliment, and, at the risk of being a typically boorish guy, I’ll give you specific compliments if you’re interested.”

“Ooh, sure,” she responded.

“While I can’t see your legs in those long skirts, I can see most of the rest of both of you, and I imagine you both cause your male classmates to think of you at night in their beds.”

The second girl blushed, but the first girl replied, “Thanks, Mister! Will you think about us at night in your bed?”

“Almost certainly.”

“Great! If you need to call out a name ... you know ... when you’re ... finishing, you can call out, ‘Gloria!’”

The man smiled and said, “I might do that.” He then added, “May I offer you candy ... not-so-little girls?”

“Ooh,” cooed the second girl. “You’re good. What do you have for us?”

“Full-sized ... candy bars.”

The first girl asked, “What kind?”

“I’ve got a few special ones I planned to give out to kids with particularly good costumes. They’re good dark chocolate ... with raspberry. Does that interest you?”

“Mister,” the second girl responded, “are we bantering with innuendo?”

“You tell me.”

“I think we are, so, thanks for treating us like ... umm ... somewhat like adults.”

“You’re welcome. However, please be careful where you do this sort of thing. I’d hate for two such lovely young women to find trouble that could result from ... injudiciousness.”

The first girl asked, “Do you think we don’t know that word?”

“I fully expect you to know that word and many other big words.”

“How do you know?”

The man looked at the second girl, answering, “From the vocabulary you’ve already used and that you’ve obviously understood. How many of your classmates would know all of ‘boorish,’ ‘bantering,’ ‘innuendo,’ and ‘injudiciousness.’”

The second girl stared at the man as a soft smile gradually came to her face.

“Not many. Thanks for ... thinking ... umm ... the best of us even if we were trying to ... umm ... jerk your chain.”

“No thanks necessary. I appreciate intelligence and the use thereof, so, please, be careful with where you dress like that. Many, many guys could and would take advantage of you, and I’d hate it if your injudiciousness caused me not to get to banter with you next Halloween.”

Both girls stared at him, and the naked woman between his legs gently extracted his penis from her mouth and tilted her head to gaze up at him.

The first girl said, “You truly liked bantering with us?”

“Absolutely. I very much appreciate smart. Smart and lovely is, in my mind, the very best combo.”

She stared at him for a few more seconds, then softly said, “Thanks. Gloria’s not my name, but it’s ... sorta similar ... in some respects.”

“Then I’ll call out something similar tonight in my bed.”

She stared even longer at him, with the second girl glancing between her friend and the man until the first girl said, “Thanks, Mister. I think we’d like your ... good dark chocolate. At least, I would.”

He handed each girl a raspberry-dark chocolate bar wearing something of a fancy wrapper, and each thanked him for the treat.

As the girls turned away, he could just make out, “Best Trick-or-Treat, ever,” followed by, “Agreed. What a nice guy.”

Closer to hand, the naked woman asked, “Anyone coming?”

He looked in both directions, then replied, “Nope,” then stepped back from the door.

The woman stood, her naked back to the open upper half of the door, and stared into the man’s eyes.

“You made two girls’ evening. You look nothing like him, but you remind me of a guy I used to know; a guy I knew when I was, perhaps, about those girls’ age. Mister, I was going to get my jollies with you, but ... now ... I think I’d like both of us to get our jollies. Come with me.”

She led him to a bed, one that was, oddly, not far from the foyer, where she pulled his shirt up and off of him and then, slowly, led him into sex.

Unbeknownst to the lovers, a woman with black hair and large breasts walked up onto the stoop and gazed into the half-open door. She looked down, found the catch on the bottom half of the door, released it, and walked inside, leaving the bottom half of the door ajar.

She said, “Don’t mind me.”

The man and woman on the bed were startled and looked at her.

“If he’s good, I might be interested in some of that, ma’am. Until then, I’ll hand out the candy for you. Should I leave the top half of the door open?”

The guy finally got his act together, but not all that well, and sputtered, “But, but, what...”

“Yes, you’ve got a nice butt, and your wife or ... whomever, there seems to be enjoying you. It’s obvious you were dealing with trick-or-treaters and got carried away. I’ll cover with the kids. Let me know when you’re done.”

The woman beneath the man said, “Thanks. I’ll happily share if you’re willing to deal with the kids.”

The man began to object, “What? What?” However, his eyes then went wide, and he murmured, “Fucking Hell! Oh, my freaking god!”

Taking advantage of his distraction, the woman beneath him rolled the two of them over, after which she sat up, his cock still buried in her vagina, and began very slowly rising and falling on it, her back to the other woman.

The second woman smiled a little smile, then walked to the door, picked up the bucket of candy, stepped out of the door – leaving the upper half fully open and the bottom half ajar, then sat on the top step, bucket next to her, and looked around the neighborhood.

There was little foot traffic and nearly no car traffic. The woman nodded her head slightly in what appeared to be satisfaction. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and checked the time. There was not quite a half-hour of legal trick-or-treating remaining, so she settled in, every so often glancing over her left shoulder at the bed that supported the lovers and of which she could see perhaps the lower foot or so, as well as his toes still facing the ceiling. From the sounds, the large-breasted woman may have understood that the other woman was taking her time with her guy.

There on the stoop, the sky fully dark (the sun having set hours before), the woman seemed to enjoy the evening while looking around. No kids arrived for candy, which got her thinking about that candy, so looked into the bucket.

An observer might have seen her eyes light up as her eyes found a fancy candy bar: dark chocolate and raspberry. She seemed to nod to herself, grasped the bar, and began peeling off the wrapper. She had obviously gotten into the chocolate bar, as she was surprised by someone clearing her throat.

“Are you ... his ... wife ... or something?”

“No. I’m just covering for them until trick-or-treating time is over.”

“Them?”

“Oh, sorry. I found the door unmanned and open, so told them I’d watch for the kids. It’s a nice night, so I’ve been enjoying some downtime here.”

“Them,” the girl asked again.

At that moment, noises began emanating from the bed. The sounds were not at all loud, but with the open door, the woman’s gasps and various voiced syllables indicated to anyone with experience the approach of an orgasm.

The woman smiled at the stunned face of the pretty girl as she asked, “Is that ... Um, is that what I ... Fuck. It is. Isn’t it?”

“If you think it’s an approaching orgasm, and a good one from the sound of it, you’re right.”

“You can just ... sit here and ... say ... say that?”

“I’ve heard a few other women orgasm in my life, so, yes.”

The girl began to respond, but the woman in the house found her orgasm, and the guy followed closely behind, shouting, “Oh, fucking Honor. Oh, fu-uccckkk!”

“What did he say,” the girl asked insistently. “Did he say the word, ‘honor?’”

“That’s what it sounded like to me. Does that surprise you?”

“Umm, yes. I’ve ... never ... heard anything like that. I assume my parents still do it, but I’ve never heard them.”

“And you can’t make much noise, yourself, when you get off in your parents’ house. Yes?”

“Um, no ... and ... umm ... yes. It’s just my mom ... with me, that is, and she never brings guys home.”

“I’m sorry for her and you. I’ve been divorced, and it’s not much fun. I’m much happier, now.”

The girl shook her head, then asked, “May I ... sit with you?”

“Sure. Pull up a step.”

The girl, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, smiled at the woman, then, as the woman scooted over a bit, sat beside her.

The woman asked, “Do you know them?”

“Yes. No.” She exhaled loudly, then said, “I sorta met him today when my girlfriend and I were sorta treat-or-treating.”

“How do you ‘sorta’ meet someone and ‘sorta’ go trick-or-treating?”

“We ... didn’t introduce ourselves and my girlfriend and I weren’t going around to get candy. We sorta thought ourselves too old for that. However, we were walking around wearing costumes. We ... I’m not sure why, but we just saw this guy in this doorway, but the lower half of the door was closed. He commented on us being a bit old for trick-or-treating. Umm, we’re both 16. I came back at him, asking whether there were actual laws about who could do that. And, then, somehow, we got into a ... surprisingly good conversation. He was really nice to us, told us we were lovely and ... even more importantly, told us that he ... really appreciated smart girls. He ... he called us smart and lovely. Guys at school are ... mostly just into ... the lovely side, although some of them don’t require even lovely.”

“I remember that. I was ... more experienced at your age, so could pick and choose ... or avoid them entirely if I thought they weren’t worth the time. I’d had sex with an ... older guy quite a lot, as well as a couple experiences with guys who were ... just too young to understand anything, even if they were 17 or 18. Having an older guy ... or, at least, a caring, experienced guy is much better for a first time than the run-of-the-mill high-school boy.”

“Yeah, I ... try to keep those at ... arm’s length. I’ve got a guy friend, and I really like him, but he’s ... uh ... you know ... gay.”

“Nothing wrong with that, except it’s very hard on the guys. They have an atrociously high attempted suicide rate, and rarely do socially well in high school.”

“Yeah, he’s taken some shit, particularly from the jocks. However, a few of us girls have told those assholes to leave him alone, that we don’t date assholes. Of course, those are the only sorts of guys who’ve ever asked me.”

“Did you ever accept one?”

“Yes. One. I wound up walking home.”

“Understood. You are allowed to ask guys out. The quiet ones are sometimes quite worthwhile, although I have no direct experience. My best friend, though, asked one of those shy, quiet guys out. Just once, and she’s been married to him for nearly 20 years.”

“Really?”

“Honest.”

“Thanks. Umm, I don’t know you. Hell, I don’t even know the guy in there. But, umm, I’m ... umm ... Honor.”

“Truly?” When the girl nodded, the woman extended her right hand and said, “It’s nice to meet you, Honor. I’m ... Marian. It’s very nice to meet you. Is your name why you asked about what he said?”

“Yeah. Umm ... our conversation with him somehow got to ... umm ... orgasms. No, I know how. I called him ‘smart for a guy’ and he thanked me for the compliment and told us that he’d give us specific compliments if we wanted to hear them, or something like that. We agreed and he then said something like ... Oh, we were wearing tight ankle-length skirts and ... sort of ... tube tops, but with cups instead of a tube. We were Little Mermaids.”

“Oh, I get it. You were showing a lot of skin.”

Yes, and my girlfriend is ... bigger than I am if you know what I mean.”

“She’s large-breasted? As big as I am?”

“Yes and no. Yes, she’s larger but not like you.” When the woman nodded, the girl added, “His compliment was something like we were the type of girls whose ... male classmates thought of when in their beds at night.”

“Ahh. Yes, I agree with him. You’re lovely.”

“He said that. He said that we were smart and lovely and that ... something like that was what he considered the best. Do ... guys ... some guys really like smart girls?”

“Certainly. Very much so. Maybe there aren’t a lot of them, but I know a few. My best friend’s husband is one of those.”

The girl looked long and hard at the woman, then asked, “Truly?”

“Honest. He’s very smart, himself, but, at least in some forms of intelligence, she’s smarter than he is. Do you understand that there are different types of intelligence?”

“I’ve read that, but I ... wouldn’t say I understand it.”

“I doubt we have time for me to explain it, but I guarantee you know at least someone who may not know some subjects well, say math or science but understands social interactions better than most. Those are different types of intelligence.”

“Okay. I think I see that. Anyway, back to ... the guy here, whatever his name is. Just to be something of a smartass, I told him that he could call out ‘Gloria’ when he ... finished at night in his bed. But our conversation got more interesting and he seemed to be a really nice guy, so right before we left, I told him that my name isn’t Gloria, but that it was sort of like that in some respects.”

“And he figured it out?”

“Umm. That’s what I don’t understand. He didn’t figure it out. At least, he never said anything about it before we left.”

“But he figured it out.”

Honor nodded, and said, “Yeah. That’s what it seems like.”

“And he had no expectation of you being back here?”

“No, and we told him nothing like that because we had no thought about returning. But after my girlfriend went home, I got to thinking about ... our conversation and ... various stuff and ... I don’t know. I found myself here with no plan. I’m not even sure I could have knocked on his door. I think I was hoping to catch him still out here with the candy. I’ve ... I’ve never met a ... guy who ... seemed so ... interesting. I don’t know, not truly, why I came back, but I was hoping, at least, to talk with him some more, although I don’t know what any subjects would be. But I liked talking with him and would...”

Marian noticed that Honor’s eyes went wide while looking toward the door, so turned to see a naked woman in the doorway.

That woman said, “I heard some of that. I’m sure he’d like to talk with you. Do you want to come in? We’ll put some clothes on.”

The girl stared at the woman, but Marian stated, “I have a topic for which I’d like his opinion. I don’t need you to dress, but Honor might want that.”

“Honor,” the woman asked. “You’re the girl who said she wasn’t Gloria. Wow. He figured your name out from your clues.”

“How do you know about that?”

“I was naked sitting on my butt trying to give him a blow job while you girls were talking with him. I was a little annoyed I couldn’t keep his full attention.”

Honor goggled at the woman, but Marian got the girl’s mind working again by chuckling, then asking, “How was he?”

“Very good! Great stamina and he knows how to please a woman. I got two little ones and a big one. Did you hear that one?”

Marian looked at Honor, who was still not fully grounded, then answered, “We did. And Honor heard her name come from your guy’s mouth.”

“Oh, he’s not my guy. I’ve just heard scuttlebutt, so came here to try him out. It was well worth the trip.”

Honor seemed to get her act together and asked, “Trip from where?”

“From home ten or so minutes away. However, I would have been willing to travel much farther for him and I will visit again.”

“You ... you came here ... just to have sex with ... a guy you didn’t know?”

“Yes. Is that a problem for you? You seem to have come back. Did you find him intriguing?”

The woman smiled when Honor dipped her face in embarrassment, then said, “You are intrigued. You don’t truly know what you want, but you want to see if you can figure out what that is. He’s a good-looking guy in good shape, even if he’s what you might call ‘old.’ I’m betting that you’re either a virgin or your first time sucked, and you want something more toward what you understand is possible with a guy who knows what he’s doing. Girl, you’d be hard-pressed to find a first guy better than him. And, then, like me, you could have him again. And again.”

Marian said, “Why don’t we continue this conversation inside rather than allow the neighborhood to hear it.”

The woman in the doorway stood back, swinging both halves of the door back and latching them together, and held it open.

Marian seemed to wait for Honor, but she seemed rooted to the step, her mouth hanging open.

“Come on, Honor,” Marian said softly. “No one will do anything with or to you that you don’t want. You’re not fully sure why you’re here, but you know you want to know more. So, come on in. I promise to protect you should that be necessary, but I sincerely doubt any such protection will be necessary.”

“I ... I’ve got a curfew.”

“If it’s 9:00, you’re already late.”

“No, it’s 10:00.”

“Regardless. Come in and talk with us. I probably have some of the same questions you do, so we could get our answers at the same time. I’ll make sure you’re home by 10:00. At least, I assume you live close.”

When the girl nodded, Marian said, “There’s no pressure. If you want to talk, come on in. If you don’t, and you’re concerned, I’ll walk you home.”

The girl shook her head, saying, “It’s only a couple blocks and it’s pretty safe.”

The naked woman said, “Regardless, it’s still getting late, and I’d feel more comfortable if one or more of us escorted you home. You’re entirely too attractive to be out walking alone at night. The city’s reasonably safe for women, but nowhere is truly safe, particularly for a lovely girl like you.”

The girl stared open-mouthed at the woman, but gathered her wits and asked, “And you’re comfortable having this conversation in the doorway while wearing no clothes?”

“I’m quite comfortable with nudity, and if some passerby sees me like this, then he or she sees me like this.”

The girl shook her head, then said, “I’ll come in and ... I appreciate your concern for me.”

The naked woman told Honor, “I’ll have him put something on and get dressed myself.”

“No!” The girl shook her head again, then said in a softer voice, “I’m sorry. I meant that you shouldn’t have to change how you are for me. I don’t mind if you ... want to stay naked.”

“Thanks. I do greatly like wearing no clothes. What about him?”

“I’ve ... never seen a ... naked guy. Well, in person, I mean. But I ... umm...”

“You’ve been wanting to see a naked guy in person, but in a safe situation. I know that desire well from when I was about your age. If you don’t mind, how old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Okay. That’s certainly old enough. I was 15 when I first saw a naked guy ... and was naked with a guy. It’s up to you, though. If you’d prefer the guy to be at least somewhat dressed, just say so. And you can change your mind if you find yourself uncomfortable with him being naked if you’re willing to allow it at first.”

“I like to think I’m ... mature enough to handle it.” She again acted embarrassed as she realized how her words could be construed, so quickly said, “The situation, that is.”

The two women smiled at her, with Marian saying, “We knew that, but it was a bit funny.”

The naked woman called out, “Honey, we have company. Come as you are to the living room.”

Honor whispered, “I thought you said that you didn’t know him before today.”

“I didn’t. Does that shock you?”

“Umm, maybe not ‘shock,’ but ‘surprise’ might be an appropriate verb.”

“You should know that I’m a firm believer in long-term relationships. This is the first time I’ve ever had sex with a guy I didn’t know before having sex with him. However, I knew of him and knew many who knew him and vouched for him. It won’t be the last time I have sex with him, thus assuaging my conscience somewhat. It was very exciting, though, particularly with you and your friend talking with him while his cock was in my mouth.”

The girl dropped her head in embarrassment as the three stepped into the living room. If anything, Honor got more embarrassed when she saw the man standing by a piece of furniture that looked like a bed, but she continued to look at him through her eyelashes.

The naked woman stated, “Yes, all the seating here is on beds. Will you be okay with that, Honor?”

The girl probably heard none of the naked woman’s words. Rather, she may have heard them, but her ears were not listening, as her eyes, her ... whole being was focused on the first naked guy she had ever seen in person, the first naked penis she had ever seen in person. His words, however, broke through.