From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Halloween (MF, cons, public)
Date: 17 Mar 1996 22:15:07 GMT

			      Halloween

	It was the largest Halloween party I had ever seen, a
veritable circus complete with rides. There was an amazing assortment
of costumes, creatures and horrors all enjoying themselves, laughing,
talking and eating confections. There was even an apple bobbing
contest in the center.

	The whole thing was a charity party and there must have been
two hundred attenders if there was one. It was raucous and radiant.
Cloth horses walked by, both ends consuming food, Queens resplendent
in their crowns and flowing robes, Kings, apes, knights, Batmen,
Supermen, jesters and more pushed and pulled their way to rides and
food stands.

	For three hours I was the only headless horseman. I had rented
this, this THING. It was bizarre and grotesque. A black and grey
flowery shirt with ruffles and long sleeves, black pants, gloves,
boots, long sword and lengthy cape. Atop it all was my bright orange
pumpkin-head mask. I had even gone so far as to blacken my face with
makeup so that people couldn't see my face through the Jack o'Lantern
mask.

	I was getting ready to leave when THEY caught my eye. They
were a couple, she was dressed as a French Maid, in a very tight and
revealing costume which showed off her ample cleavage and round,
curvaceous hips. But what had first called my attention to them was
her companions costume. To every last detail it was exactly the same
as my own.

	Then I let my attention wander to her. She was exquisite. She
was dressed in the costume which was the wet dream of every teenager,
black high heeled stiletto shoes, black fishnet stockings held up by a
pair of very visible garters squeezing her white, well formed thighs.
Short, SHORT skirt flaring slightly at the hips, a black blouse with a
white lace collar which plunged deeply down her buxom chest, a little
strip of black elastic cloth around her neck like a choker under piles
of luxuriant, curly black hair, topped off with a bright silver tiara.
In one hand she held a feather duster and her pretty face was slightly
obscured by her tiny eye mask, which gave her anonymity without
detracting from her beauty.

	She swayed right to one of the game stands, the ring toss,
where she forked over a dollar for six rings.

	While she was tossing rings something caught the attention of
her headless horseman. He patted her on the rump (which she didn't
seem to mind) then pointed at a food stand about twenty feet from
where I was standing and she laughed and went back to tossing rings as
he made his way through the crowd.

	Her aim was lousy, so she bought more rings and tried again
while her pumpkin headed friend had passed his food stand to tap the
shoulder of another woman dressed as a cat who was standing, watching
the dunk/toss. The second woman was startled but when pumpkin man took
his Jack o'Lantern head off, she squealed with delight and jumped
into his arms for a big, sloppy kiss. She was quite a looker too. She
had breasts twice the size of the French Maid but I thought cat
woman's face wasn't nearly as pretty as the lovely maid. I guess some
guys just go for cup size.

	In any case, I saw that the other headless horseman would be
occupied for a while, what with him and cat woman necking, nuzzling
and carrying on behind the food stand. I was on my way out anyway, I
figured that this would be the perfect chance to plant my hand on the
French Maid's pert little behind and cop a free feel on my way out to
the parking lot. If she turned around all she would assume was that
the other Jack o'Lantern had slapped her behind, just like before.

	After pushing my way through the crowd and keeping a wary eye
on the other horseman, I stood behind the French Maid and watched as
she threw rings. She always threw short and missed every time. Well, I
figured I'd better move before I lost my nerve so as she got ready to
toss her last ring I moved up behind her and gave her butt a firm
whack and a quick goose. It must have been the extra little pinch
which did it. She threw the ring farther than any of the others and it
sailed onto the peg over the big teddy bear. She had won!

	When she turned around she saw me in my dark costume and she
did the last thing I would have expected. She jumped into my arms and
gave me a big hug. Her luscious breasts pressed into my chest for a
fleetingly wonderful moment before she turned and applauded her luck.
The booth operator brought the bear over to the French Maid who
squealed with delight and jumped up and down with glee. My eyes were
glued to her breasts as they bounced and wiggled in an effort to break
free of their rather flimsy bondage.

	With a laugh, she grabbed my hand and led me toward the Tunnel
of Terror ride, the nearest ride in the park. It also had the shortest
line, maybe four kids waiting to get on. I cast a glance over my
shoulder at the other horseman who had yet to even notice the Maid's
departure, hell, he and the cat lady were practically fucking out in
the open. I figured he'd be occupied for a while.

	I dug a couple of bills out and we got on line for the ride.
It was some kind of converted Tunnel of Love ride where you sat in an
old roller coaster where each set of four seats was shaped like a
little boat, the wheels under water and the small waves lapped against
the side of the boat which trundled through a dark warehouse in
serpentine fashion, past spot lighted atrocities like alien monsters
from outer space, vampires with their fangs in the necks of sweet,
young lasses, werewolves who leapt out at you, all accompanied by
mechanical screams in a very dark tunnel. The kids all ran and
scattered through the seats of the ride. I started for the front seat,
heck there were only four kids on the ride, all loosely gathered near
the center seats, when my little maid pulled me toward the rear of the
ride.

	As a matter of fact she led me to the last seat of the ride.
For a moment I was stupidly disappointed, I liked sitting in the front
seat of rides. I wasn't disappointed for long!

	Teddy got placed in the seat right in front of us and we sat
in the very last spot. The creaky ride lurched forward into the dark
of the warehouse.

	When the light from the entrance was lost and the mechanical
screaming began, the little French Maid leaned forward, took my gloved
hand and placed it firmly on her supple behind.

	What an ass! It was firm and round. I squeezed and pinched and
she loved it. She wiggled her butt back and forth and pulled up what
little skirt she was wearing to reveal her white silk bikini panties
in the feeble, sporadic light. Her long legs with their thigh garters
and black fishnet stockings only highlighted the panties which rested
above. It was a weird sensation to be feeling this nice, fleshy butt
with a gloved hand.

	Frankenstein's monster lurched in a spotlight, eliciting
screams of spurious dread from the children ahead of us.

	The French Maid stood momentarily, swung over and place her
derriere on my lap. Facing away from me she wiggled her ass on my
thighs. I was getting hard already but this almost made me blow a load
in my shorts. I started tracing the outlines of her hips with both
hands. I slipped a finger into her panties and traced the outline of
the elastic around her posterior.

	Frankenstein's monster passed by, an feeble illusion.

	The French Maid was the opposite, she was potent and very
substantial! She bounced playfully up and down on my lap while I
started feeling her curves. My gloved hands felt the flare of her
pelvic bones, the thin suppleness of her waist, her soft curving belly
and the firm rounded mound between her legs. She stopped bouncing on
me as I fondled her sex and she began to slowly sway her hips. Her
hands pressed mine into the juncture of her legs.

	As the children screamed at the wolf man, who had jumped up
from behind a rock, the French Maid moaned.

	I couldn't stand it any more. I took off my gloves and let
them drop to the floor of the small cart.

	Then with my bare hands I lifted the small skirt of the maid's
costume and felt the warm flesh of her stomach, the smooth silk of her
panties and through the silk, the rough coils of coarse hair below.
She moaned again and I knew I would have to have her, right there and
right then.

	I sent my prying fingers through the restrictive elastic of
her sheer panties, to brush her fleecy pubic hair and find the slit of
her cunt. It was damp. This ride wouldn't last forever so I pressed on
and in. Her cunt lips parted, my finger breaching her soft portal, and
my finger was in silken heaven. Her little box was hot and steamy as
my finger probed around, seeking feminine treasures. Her hands pressed
down on mine, trying to force my finger to go farther. I wiggled my
finger back and forth, grazing her swollen clitoris. She was moaning
louder as she moved her head back, her eyes were shut and she was
reeling!

	I'd had my fill of finger fucking, this little tramp was on
fire and I wanted a piece of her ass! I pulled my fingers out of her
trap, grabbed her little panties and pulled them across her thighs to
her knees. She finished the motion by pulling them down the rest of
her fishnet stockinged legs and dropped them on the floor by my
gloves. I pulled her off my lap and turned her around so that she
could see what I was doing. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my lust
filled cock. French Maid bent forward, grasped my cock by the base and
began to suck me off. Those full, whore red lips encircled the tip and
slid their way down my shaft. She only sucked the top but it was
enough to send me into bliss. She lapped around the head with quick,
darting little licks. Enough, more of this and I'd lose control, of
course I was getting more than my money's worth on this ride already
but I wanted to go for the jackpot.

	I stood her up and slid a little lower in my seat, she
straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my lusting pole. She was
warm and wet! Her hot box slid with little resistance down the length
of my swollen cock. I grabbed her waist and forced her up and down my
cock. Here I was with a beautiful woman I had never seen before, who
obviously thought I was someone else and I was using her as a fuck
toy!

	The kids were still screaming at stupid fright displays but
that was all right, their screams mixed with the Maid's groans. Soon
she was bobbing up and down by herself, her arms braced on the bar in
front of the seat, kneeling on the seat with me between her legs,
riding my prick like a obscene pogo stick.

	She was occupied with her exertion and the feeling of my cock
tunneling in and out of her wet hole and although I was just as
transfixed, my arms were free, so I grabbed her inviting tits, my
thumbs brushing the exposed skin of her cleavage as the remainder of
my hands probed those two lovely globes through her tight blouse. She
wasn't wearing a bra and through the material I could feel her rock
hard little nipples pushing their way out. Slowly I pushed her boobs
together and up while pulling down on the blouse to pop those melons
free.

	They were glorious! Beautiful round little tits, areoles
contracted against little pebble hard nipples, centered in exquisite,
swollen, heaving flesh! I pinched her nipples and traced the curves of
her tits with my bare fingers while I pumped my tool up her cooze.

	For the first time I was cursing the big pumpkin head mask
because I wanted nothing more than to lick and suck on those perfect
titties! I kept concentrating on those tits until I heard her grunting
and felt the delicious little ripples from her vagina around my cock
which meant that she had cum, then I pulled her off of my cock, turned
her around, moved my prick into her cunt from behind and then reached
around her midsection and under her arms to grab those tits. I grabbed
and squeezed, milked her tits like a cow and pumped her rear like a
dog.

	The kids were screaming at Dracula as he bolted up from his
coffin and I was screaming as I came into this divine stranger. I
pulled out, tucked myself in and pulled on my gloves not a moment too
soon. The Maid was stepping back into her panties and jostling her
tits back into her tight fitting blouse as the ride ground out of the
black tunnel and into the light from the outside. Another minute and
we'd have been banging in public!

	We got out and I pointed the maid at the food stand where the
otherwise occupied Jack o'Lantern was hiding behind, I could still see
his mask, he hadn't gone anywhere. I slapped her on the ass and
pointed with my finger, an obvious command. She took her teddy bear
and started to walk over and when her back was turned I moved like
greased lightning for the cover of the exit. I think I heard a howl
from the direction where Jack o'Lantern number two was petting his
cat, but I wasn't sure if it was a scream of outrage, realization or
someone's nuts being cut off. I didn't particularly care to stay and
find out, either!

			       The End