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Trick Or Treat
Dave and Debbie’s first Halloween in their new house. Debbie was so excited. “We’re going to go whole hog,” she told Dave. “Costumes and everything. And we’re not going to get the chintzy candies. We’re going to give out the good stuff.”
Dave was a shepherd, Debbie a shepherdess. They waited in the hall by the door, a dish of full-size candy bars at the ready.
They waited and waited.
“I don’t get it,” Debbie said. “Don’t they celebrate Halloween around here?” The frosted glass of their front door was too thick to see through.
“Go out and check,” Debbie said.
“What if there are ghosts and goblins and vampires and werewolves out there?” Dave said. “What if that’s why no one’s there—cuz everyone got eaten up?”
Debbie laughed. “Some brave shepherd you are. You’re suppose to look after your flock.”
“You’re my flock,” Dave said.
“Oh yeah? Then show me your shepherd’s staff.”
“First you show me your fleece.”
Not long after that, Dave was behind Debbie, his staff buried deep beneath her fleece. “Oh yeah,” she bleated. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh yeah!”
The candy rattled in the dish. Debbie’s cunt clenched Dave’s cock. The doorbell rang.
Dave and Debbie froze.
“What do we do?” Debbie whispered.
“Nothing. Maybe they’ll go away.”
The doorbell rang and rang.
“Do something,” Debbie hissed.
“What?”
“Anything.”
Dave screamed. A ferocious, blood-curdling howl. Debbie screamed too. A fierce, piercing shriek.
The ringing stopped. All was quiet. Dave’s cock was still hard in Debbie’s cunt. He began fucking her again. Debbie giggled at first, but her giggles turned to gasps. Dave howled. Debbie shrieked.
Spent, they laughed. “That was so good,” Debbie said. “But what do we do with all this candy?”
Dave unwrapped a piece. The chocolate bar nudged Debbie’s distended clitoris.
“You’re bad,” Debbie said.
It slipped between her swollen sex lips, into the quivering succulence of just-fucked cunt.
“So bad,” Debbie sighed, her breath catching, as the confection sawed in and out of her greedy quim. She stiffened, buckled, crumpled in climax.
Dave grinned smugly, then chomped a bite from the cum-coated candy bar.
“So good,” he said. He fed the rest of it to Debbie.
“It is good,” Debbie agreed, having swallowed the last of it and licked her lips. “But you know what? We have to get rid of the rest of these, otherwise we’ll get fat as pigs. Set the dish out on the porch. I’m sure someone will come by for the easy plunder.”
“Right,” Dave said, and he gathered up the candy and opened the door.
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story and illustration by Mat Twassel |
