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Authors name: Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)
Story title : My Happiest Halloween
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My Happiest Halloween (MF, hot-wife, cheat)
by Shon Richards (shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net)
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This is a sexual story copyrighted by me, Shon Richards,
so please don't make any money from it. I welcome, read
and respond to all e-mail at:
shonrichardshsd@earthlink.net Really. It makes my day
like you wouldn't believe. How come you haven't written
already? Sheesh, some people can be so mean.
For more of my stories you can check out
http://www.asstr.org/~ShonRichards/
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I didn't have any happy Halloween memories growing up as
a child. My stepfather was something of a control freak
and he liked to keep the family terrified with stories of
kidnappers, molesters and other monsters. After listening
to these stories all year round, the idea of going
outside and actually knocking on strangers' doors seemed
like suicide.
I walked around the block with my mother and braved a
dozen houses before asking to go back home. My mother,
who saw Halloween as yet another chore, was happy to have
it over with so soon. My half-brother liked Halloween
more because it was an excuse to dress up like the
monster he was.
For me Halloween didn't become special until Liz and Rob
moved in next door. Rob was a marine and Liz was his
stay-at-home hot wife. Looking back now, I realize their
names must have been Robert and Elizabeth but to us they
were always Liz and Rob. My stepfather instantly hated
Rob who he called "a dumb-ass jarhead" while my mom took
up hating Liz because the twenty-something lady was
"trailer park trash." Have I mentioned that my parents
were assholes?
I was fifteen when they moved in and that first
Halloween; Liz dressed up as a genie to hand out candy. I
was too old to go trick-or-treating but my half-brother
visited her house on his trip. My mom ranted for an hour
about Liz's exposed belly button and how she was
corrupting the minds of the young. I liked that idea.
Anything my mom hated so much must have been naughty and
fun.
The next Halloween was much better. It had been a mixed
year of blessings. My stepfather was rarely home because
of his job though we would find out later it was really
because of the waitress at Applebee's. My mother's sister
had moved back into town and to compete with her, my mom
spent more time out of the house trying to play in my
aunt's social circles. Yes, my happiest year was when my
parents were too busy to be with me.
Best of all, Liz's husband was away in Saudi Arabia for
six months and Liz always needed something done at her
house. My mom wouldn't let my stepfather over there so it
was always me that went over and moved a table or mowed
her lawn. I was a socially inept teenager so mowing a
woman's lawn was the closest I got to dating. Liz wore
this white bikini in the summer time that contrasted with
her kinky black hair and gave me masturbation fantasies
for months. We never really talked much. I think she knew
that I was always on the clock when I came over and that
my mom was just waiting for a reason to ban me coming
over as well.
That Halloween my mother took my brother to my aunt's
house. My aunt was having a huge party and my mom wanted
to make sure she helped out so she could hold it against
my aunt. I wanted to go but since Liz was handing out
treats this year, my mom wanted to make sure our house
did too. My mom had a lot of grudges that year. I can't
remember what my stepfather's excuse was for not being
there that night but it didn't really matter. He was gone
so often that that point that I was forgetting to be
afraid of the world.
The first time kids came to my door; I lingered on the
steps to see what Liz had dressed as. She came to greet
the kids and I couldn't help but stare. Liz was wearing a
wispy long black dress complete with a witch's pointed
hat. Even from across the yard I could see that her
cleavage was threatening to spill out of the dress. When
she bent over to drop candy in a bag, the dress seemed to
shrink around her round ass. Damn, I wished I were a kid
again.
Liz caught me staring and waved at me. After waving back
I ran back inside. I was sixteen and under the impression
that women could read the dirty thoughts in my head. My
pants were uncomfortably tight and I debated masturbating
right then. In the end I decided to wait. I wanted to see
more of Liz and get a better mental picture. I had my sex
life all thought out back then.
A few minutes later, the phone rang.
"Hey you," Liz said. "You didn't dress up for Halloween."
I didn't have a witty response. I think I might have said
something like forgetting to get one. Funny how I can
think of a million flirty remarks to answer that question
now.
"I was wondering if you could come over and help me out
for a few minutes," Liz said. "I promise it won't take
ten minutes."
"Sure," I said. Oh God, oh God, oh God. This was a wish
come true. Now I could see her sexy costume close up and
masturbate about it later with better details! When I was
a teen, I tended to aim low with my wildest fantasies.
I was over at Liz's in less than a minute. My mom would
be pissed to know I was deserting my post but that just
added to the excitement. Liz greeted me at the door and
she was more stunning up close. She had silver spider
barrettes in her long black hair and a temporary spider
tattoo over the top of one breast. Fake fingernails
stretched from her fingertips like knives.
Liz's dress was so tight that I could see the outline of
her nipples, and this was when I was of the age that
nipples were the most secret, intimate part of a woman.
She also wore black lipstick that made her look sinister
and so damn sexy at the same time. Liz was evil and
forbidden. I felt corrupted already.
I was actually smart enough to say "trick or treat!" She
laughed and gave me a Hershey's kiss before letting me
in. As soon as I stepped in I saw something that chilled
my heart. Her house was filled with cardboard boxes and
almost everything was packed away.
"Are you moving?" I asked. There was a lump in my throat
and I realized that it wasn't just an expression.
"November second," Liz said. "Rob is being transferred to
Washington. It's where he grew up so we're pretty happy
about it."
"That's nice," I said. That was all I could manage to
say.
"It will be for you," Liz said. "Do you have a
girlfriend?"
I felt my face heat up as I blushed. "No," I said. There
was a bitterness in my voice that surprised me. It was a
cruel question. I was the tallest, thinnest kid in school
with the glasses to match. Making friends of my gender
was hard enough much less a girlfriend.
"Good," Liz said. She took me by the shoulders and pushed
me down into the recliner. "I would feel really guilty if
you were."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
That was when she knelt between my legs.
"Oh my God," I said. Yeah, I was real smooth back then.
Liz laughed at my remark but it was a nice laugh. She
unzipped my pants and I was quick to help her pull off my
jeans. The sexy witch rubbed my erection through my
underwear all the while looking at me. Despite the fact
that she was touching me there, what really fascinated me
was that only her dress was separating her breasts from
my thighs.
"Don't say anything, okay?" Liz said. She took off her
hat and set it on the floor.
I nodded. Sure. Anything she wanted.
Liz unrolled my underwear and unveiled my erection. She
lifted my cock and slowly stroked me. With her other
hand, she gently scratched my balls with her fake nails.
My cock never felt so large and hot before. I leaned
forward and watched her, fascinated and bewitched.
She dipped her head and I moaned before her tongue
touched me.
One long wonderful swipe of her tongue licked me from
base to tip. Another swipe of her tongue went across my
girth. Liz's black lips then puckered and kissed my cock
before opening to swallow me down. My hands gripped the
arms of the chair as her mouth engulfed my entire cock.
I had no idea that a blowjob was so wet, hot, slippery
and fantastic. Her long black hair was on my thighs and I
loved the way they would pull against my skin as her head
moved. Liz's eyes looked up at me and I basked in the
attention they gave me. Her black lipstick was coloring
my cock, leaving the mark of her lips as she bobbed up
and down.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Liz pried
my hand from the death grip I had on the arm of the
chair. Still sucking me, she reached into her dress and
pulled out a single breast from her dress. I trembled as
she guided my hand to her breast and I sighed when she
pressed my fingers into her breast.
Liz didn't need to guide my hand after that. I fondled
her. The softness of her breast amazed me as well as how
hard the nipple became. I had just enough knowledge of
women to know that a hard nipple was a sign of arousal
and I clung to that hard nipple as proof of what was
happening.
My fingers squeezed and massaged her breast with a sort
of reverence. I couldn't believe I was actually touching
a woman's breast and my fingers wanted to touch every
part of her so that I would never forget what it felt
like.
I felt my orgasm approaching and I kept very quiet. Deep
down I still didn't believe this was happening and I kept
waiting for Liz to stop. My climax was like being hit by
lightning but I didn't make a single sound. Liz's eyes
flickered up at me and I could see her smiling as I
emptied myself into her.
It felt like I was ejaculating an ocean into her mouth
but Liz swallowed all of me without a single hesitation.
In fact, her fingers gently squeezed my cock until every
once of me was gone.
When I was done, she gently pulled my hand off her
breast. There were red marks on her white skin and I felt
embarrassed. Liz didn't mind. She pushed her breast back
into her dress without comment. I pulled my jeans back on
and handed her back her hat.
"Why?" I said. My voice was little more than a whisper at
that point.
"Why not?" Liz said. The bewilderment on my face made her
smile.
"Look, you have a fucked up family. Your dad is a gigolo,
your mom doesn't even have her own personality and your
brother is a brat. You're the only one of that family
worth knowing. If you have to have a reason, just
remember that you got a blowjob from your neighbor
because she thought you were a nice guy. Deal?"
I nodded. There was that damn lump again.
"Good, now get home before your mom accuses me of cradle-
robbing."
Liz moved out two days later. My cock had traces of black
lipstick for days and I was sad when they were all gone.
I wrote a lot of bad poetry all about the virtues of
older woman and blowjobs. It was a week of heavenly
optimism until Susan Vickers in English class made a joke
about a pimple I was suffering. I had to admit, her
insults didn't hurt as much as they used to.
My parents got divorced a year later but only after
dragging us through Hell first. My stepfather moved in
with his waitress and I never saw him again. My mother
married someone that was an exact copy of her last
husband. As for my brother, he was still a brat.
I married a girl who looked a lot like Susan Vickers but
with a better sense of humor. My wife was an outcast from
her family like me, and it was something we bonded over.
I turned Halloween into the biggest holiday of the year
for us. We dressed up in all types of costumes from sexy
to just plain weird. It was the one time of the year we
celebrated how diverse my wife and I were from other
people.
Late one sweaty Halloween, when her mermaid outfit was in
shreds, she looked in my eyes and asked the big question.
"With your lousy parents, where did you learn how to make
Halloween so much fun?"
"One spooky Halloween, I got corrupted by this witch..."
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