Halloween Party Quickie
I was not happy. "But why do I have to go?"
"Because the Miller's invited us," my dad said. "It's only for a couple hours for heaven's sake."
"Come on, honey. I'm sure you'll have fun," my mom said, checking her hair in the hallway mirror.
I was on the stairs, attaching the chain that held the cape at my neck. I was all decked out in black, my new Zorro costume one of my favorites. I have to say, I looked good in it. The shirt and pants were pretty thin, not very good material if you asked me, but it wasn't meant for very hard wear. I had my black mask on over my hair and eyes and I held my hat delicately between my knees. To me, I was the spitting image of the on-screen version.
My mom was wearing a female pirate costume that looked really good on her. The skirt was mid-thigh and the knee-high boots accentuated her legs beautifully. I was not one to typically check out my mom, but this costume looked great on her.
My dad was dressed up like a Viking barbarian, complete with leather leggings, helmet, forearm wraps, and a plastic axe. He even wore a fake, red, curly beard.
I shook my head, dejectedly. At nineteen years of age, I certainly had better things to do than to attend a Halloween party with my parents at my neighbor's house. With my Dad's demeanor right now, I was almost convinced he was an actual barbarian.
"Just get your ass down here so we can go," my dad finally said, obviously tired of arguing back and forth about this.
"Ok, ok. I'm coming. Really, I'm coming!" I said, finishing up putting the cape on and then putting the hat on my head. I walked down the remaining few stairs and we all walked out the side door, around the row of hedges that separated our two houses, and crossed the front yard to their front door.
It was a cool Autumn night and the moon was half full. The Miller's were HUGE Halloween fans and always decorated to the max. This year was no exception. They had a fake cemetery in the front yard with headstones, animatronic corpses crawling out from the ground, and ghosts floating above. A machine created clouds of fog that drifted over the ground, barely rising from it. Mr. Miller had even set up a speaker and sound system that was playing some scary outdoor sounds.
The Miller's driveway had a few cars in it, and there were a few parked on the street, so I knew at least a few of the partiers would be friends or family from out of the area.
Two people in front of us, both dressed as yellow minions, were being invited into the house by Robert Miller. When we got to the door, he was shocked and laughed that he and I were wearing the same costume.
"Now that's a coincidence!" he said loudly, shaking my hand as he held the door open for us. It wasn't really. A new Zorro movie hit the screens over the summer with a heartthrob action lead and pretty much everyone had been talking about it for months. "I never expected competition." Robert stood in front of me, looking at me, eye to eye. It was the first time either of us realized that I was just as big as he was now. "Looks like we may have to cross swords. Damn, Emily, what are you feeding this boy? The last time I saw him he was just yay high," he said, indicating half my height with his hand held out.
"He eats us out of house and home," my mom laughed. "But he started lifting in high school when he was on the football team and pretty much hasn't stopped growing."
"Well I'm glad to see you're all grown up, young man," he said, shaking my hand. "You're at the local college now, right?"
"Yeah... just starting my second year."
"What are you studying?"
"Electrical Engineering," I said.
He smiled. I was surprised just how much the mask covered his face. It really was hard to recognize him. "Very nice. Joe's studying psychology."
"Is he here tonight?" I asked. I grew up with Joe, their son. We were pretty close up until high school when we started running with different crowds of friends. But it would be nice to have someone I know to talk to tonight.
"No. He couldn't come home for one reason or another. I think there was a party on campus." I didn't sound like Robert liked that his son wasn't coming home to visit. But I didn't want to pry.
"Sorry to hear that." I looked around the living room, to see if I knew anyone else. It's kind of hard to figure that out, though, when everyone is wearing a disguise.
"Yeah, well," he said, turning back to my mom and dad. "There's drinks and snacks in the kitchen. Please help yourself."
We excused ourselves from our guest and entered the living room. I abandoned my parents in seconds. There was no way I wanted to mingle with them all night. I needed to use the bathroom anyways.
The house was decorated like a horror hotel, complete with check-in desk, a little sitting room, and a couple rooms set up like hotel rooms. Animatronic ghosts, ghouls, and skeletons were littered about here and there, dressed up to match the hotel theme. There were tables and chairs set up in both the garage and the back deck for eating.
There were people everywhere, some I knew and recognized, some were complete strangers.
I'd been in the Miller house many, many times growing up and first headed to the bathroom just off the kitchen, but the door was closed. Occupied. And it looked like there were two people waiting, even. So, since I knew their house so well, I went up the stairs to use the upstairs hall bathroom.
The upstairs wasn't decorated at all. It was empty, thank God, so I slipped in and finished my business.
As I was walking out the bathroom door, Tiffany Miller grabbed me and turned me to face her, pinning me against the wall.
"Hello Mr. Zorro," she said seductively. "Tell me, do you think my costume is too sexy for this little fuddy duddy party?" Her hands were sliding over my chest and abdomen, one moving down and stroking my cock through my thin pants.
She was wearing a light blue Genie costume, complete with see-through veil. Underneath looked like it was just a teal dress with a plunging neckline and exposed midriff. And... I have to say... she had incredible breasts. I wasn't sure if they were real or not, but I'd admired them ever since I was a young teenager. At the moment, in my surprise, my eyes were locked onto her cleavage.
"Since it's just us up here, I thought we could have a little fun before we head back down," she giggled. "I need a quickie. Come here." She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards their bedroom and shut the door behind us. "We'll have to be quiet." She pulled me to the bed and turned me to face her so that I was facing away from the bed. "But I need my naughty Zorro's cock," she giggled.
She pushed me so that I fell back onto the bed. I sat up quickly and moved to take off my mask. "Wait, wait, wait," I said softly, trying to interrupt her. But she stopped me.
"No, no, no, leave it on. I think its even hotter to fuck you like a stranger," she said. She grabbed the shoulder straps of her costume and pulled them down her arms a little, exposing more of her breasts. "You like my naughty Halloween costume? You're gonna love my naughty Halloween lingerie."
She pulled her top completely down, exposing her wonderful breasts and nipples to me. I was in complete shock and could do nothing but stare. My cock was rock hard and I think all the blood drained out of my brain to go there.
"Oops," she said playfully. "Forgot to put the bra on," she giggled. She turned around and pushed the rest of the costume down and off, showing me her ass. She was wearing G-string panties, so I saw her wonderful globes of flesh with just a small line of material disappearing between them.
When she turned back around, she slid onto the bed and sat on me, moving close to slide her tits across my face, her hard nipples scraping against my lips.
"You want me to do my little trick... that thing I do with my tongue?" she asked. She held a finger in front of her mouth and started sliding her tongue around it as if it were a cock. I nodded dumbly. I couldn't believe this was happening. "Yeah?"
She pushed me to my back and moved down, standing beside the bed again and bending over, her face just over my crotch. She slid her tongue out and around her lips as her hands cradled my shaft through my pants. I could feel her hot breath on me and it was driving me insane.
"Last chance... you want it?" she giggled.
I nodded quickly this time. I definitely wanted to see it! "Mmhmm," I whispered, trying not to sound overly anxious but, I'm sure, failing miserably.
"Yeah?" she asked, smiling deviously. She started unfastening my pants, opening them and pulling out my very hard erection. "Ah, fuck," she whispered. "My dirty man is so hard. Oooh... come on. Oh, fuck!" She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and slid her mouth onto it without warning, moaning as it slid in deep.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, pulling her mouth off for a moment and swirling her tongue over the head, just like she did with her finger, looking me right in the eye. "You like that? Nice and wet and sloppy? God, your dick is so fucking hard for me," she said, sucking on the tip. "I've never seen it so big. Oh, Zorro... so fucking hard," she said, sliding it to the back of her throat and gagging a little. "Oh yes, Zorro, choke me with that big dick," she said, sliding it deep into her throat again and again, her hand continuing to stroke me.
"Oh yeah... so good... it's so good," she moaned. "You like my mouth, huh? It's so worth it, isn't it?" She moved up slightly so that my cock slid against her chest, right in the valley between her two lovely breasts. She grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together, encasing my cock between them. Then she moved up and down, letting my cock slide between them.
I groaned. This was far, far better than anything I'd ever expected in my entire life.
"Oh, you like my big titties," she said. "Do you want to cum all over my big fucking titties? Huh?"
I'd never heard her talk so dirty before! I just groaned again. I really did want that... but I wanted everything. I couldn't believe I was admitting that to myself, but I really wanted to fuck her.
"Ooh that feels good," she moaned, sliding my cock between her tits. "You like fucking my big fucking titties." Then she suddenly pulled away from me and stood beside the bed. "Stroke it... stroke your dick for me... show me." She hooked her thumbs into her G-string panties and pushed it down, sliding it down over her hips and down her legs before stepping out of it and tossing it aside. "I'm gonna take these off. They need to be out of the way," she giggled.
I started stroking myself for her, keeping my cock very hard. I couldn't believe this was happening.
She bent forward and replaced my hand with her mouth again, her hands grabbing my pants.
"Oh, take this off... take this off you bad boy," she said, pulling my pants and underwear completely off. Then she moved right back up and engulfed me with her luscious mouth.
God, I needed to cum so badly. I'd never been sucked off like this before and having it done by my naked MILF neighbor was icing on the cake!
After sucking me for a few minutes, she removed it from her mouth and climbed onto me again, straddling me. She grabbed my shaft and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit and pushed it against her clit, teasing both of us.
