Fucking Rain On Halloween

A Halloween Sex Tale

Fucking rain on Halloween. Isn't that like, a double curse? The one night when the dead are supposed to rule the earth… and they make it rain.

"Light my cigarette, Gerry." Trisha cooed to me.

"Sure thing, tootz," I said, in character. Well, sort of. She

was

Ms. Marilyn Monroe after all. And I was… sort of a Gerry…

Well, Adolf Hitler anyway. I crouched under her giant yellow wig a little to be cute and lit the cig sprouting from her perfect pouty red lips. "Anything else I can light for ya, sweetheart?"

She giggled in that voice. "Maybe later, baby."

We walked on in the gloom.

"I thought this was your favorite holiday," she cried to me, now, breaking into her normal voice, which wasn't all that less sexy. "You know," she interrupted before I could say anything, "You get to be

who-ever you want.

" She did the "who-ever you want" in Marilyn's voice. "Anyone in the

whole

world."

"I know. I'm sorry if I seem down.

It's just that.…

It'd be great if it wasn't raining."

"I kind of like the rain," she said, and tilted her head back. She stuck out her beautiful little tongue and the raindrops danced on the wet surface.

"Eechh—" she said, spitting. I laughed at her. "I won't be doing that again." Her hands were up at her sides for a moment and her white shirt was wetted down the front; she started trying to swap the rain from off of her tongue. I could see the fabric clinging to the outlining parts of her bra, and her nipples looked like tiny flag-pole nubs claiming the great hills of her breast which were shifting bouncingly as she moved.

We were under a large awning for a theater or club or something, practically alone on the street and in a dark stretch except for the streetlights at either end of the block. I reached for her and turned her body against the wall of the building and started to work my hands inside her jacket.

"You always know how to cheer me up," I said. Her tongue was like a hot lash of a liquid fire and we swirled under the black sky as the rain from heaven or wherever poured down around us, but not on us. I had my hand on her shirt and was kneading her breast like sensitive dough. I held the full cup in my hand and kissed her like I would knock the building behind her down with the force of feeling.

"Awwww… You're gonna get in trouble…" a little kid says to me, just standing there watching us.

"Yeah?" I said, half of a mind to pull out my blade and teach the kid the real meaning of the holiday. "For what?"

"You're dressed up like a bad man."

"Yeah? So maybe I am a bad man."

"Let's go honey, leave him alone," his Mom says, catching up with him.

"C'mon, baby, let's go over to Hol's place," Trish pulled on me.

We had just left our first party. The fake party, the one you only go to to get warmed up and then leave before it's time to actually party. So now we were in limbo, walking back toward our car or just checking out the shop windows in the busy populated district downtown. So, to Hol's it is.

I drove my piece of shit Datsun out of the loop area out toward Wicker Park. During the drive we violated more than a few traffic safety laws. This girl, you'd have to see her. She's like Marilyn Monroe if Marilyn Monroe dressed up as a hot chick for Halloween. Or… anyway. So, Trisha, my Queen. Thank God we didn't crash, is all I gotsta say.

Ooohhwee, I love skirts!

It's not like we're always sex maniacs. Though some people would call us that. But Halloween is special. You get that special kinetic energy in the air. Half the world's population is out dressed up in a dream and the streets are filled with excitement. It's like a teenage labor day. Plus ghosts.

We're just hot tonight, what can I say?

Her legs spread open are like that dude on the tarmac flashing the lights at my jet and I'm all like… alright, clear for landing. Ok, not the slickest metaphor, but believe me, she's taking care of that. Besides, my style is my thing. She is like a slippery little cupcake of sex. I have a finger slipped down in there off my palm and she is lathered up and frothing. She's feeling her tits and looking out the window at people in the cars next to us. Some of them notice and those who are keen to enjoy such a sight start honking and try to keep up, but we're zooming along. She starts humping against my hand and the seatbelt presses against her tummy. She does that pop lock thing with her ass and grinds into me. Now she's arched back against the side of the car like we're rolling and her left leg is over the arm rest in the middle, her shoe off and her bare foot trying to clutch at the bulge in my pants. Believe, I'm trying to drive. I'm a pretty conscientious guy… oh, sure there's the costume thing, but… well, I'm not about to crash the car getting off. So, I'm on her like I'm on the road. I do the Vulcan thing on her clit "live long and prosper" feeling her lips ripple through my two-and-two fingers below.

We hit a tunnel and she turns her head when the music changes. She starts humming, louder like she's ready to go. I spit on my hand and just slop it in her cunt, shaking at her mound, straining her love through my fingers. She starts squealing and then just drops her ass and then rides it, knocking her knees together and shuddering, softer, till we're just driving and she is smoking and it is still raining and we're on our way to the party.

"Yo, Adolph, what's up?"

"You are such a fuck-up."

"What?" I ask. Holly just stares at me. "What?"

"Trish! Why did you let him dress like that?" Holly demands.

Trish starts laughing and I'm like "She don't dress me." But then, oh shit.

"No, seriously. Guys."

"What?" I say.

"What the fuck is up with your costume?" Holly is yelling at me.

"What?" I ask, trying to be nice.

"You're not wearing that in my house."

Trish is looking like, "oh-my-god, I can't believe this"

But I start in immediately… "See, this is why I'm wearing it."

"Why's that?"

"To weed out people like you.

"Come on Trisha, let's get out of here."

"Yeah, alright."

We headed for the door. "Guys, hey! Just… I just don't want you to wear the costume!"

We walked back toward the car.

"Maybe she's right," Trish said.

"Yeah, and maybe it's Halloween."

We walked past the yard where some of our friends were hanging out. Some of them were asking where we were going. Some brother yelled "Hey Hitler, who's the bimbo?"

I laughed and we kept walking.

After about half a block I realized Trisha was fuming.

"What the hell's the matter with you?"

She burst out, in tears I now saw. "Oh, so you're just gonna let somebody call me a bimbo?"

"Baby," I wiped tears from her cheek. "Jesus… it was a joke. He didn't mean it like that."

"The hell he didn't. I shouldn't've worn this stupid thing." She pulled the blonde wig off of her head. Her black hair spilled out and across her face. "Goddamnit.

"And now we can't even go to the party cause of your dumb ass. Why are you wearing that?"

"Uhh… social experiment?"

She laughed. "You fool."

"C'mere," I said, and held her next to me. "I wouldn't let anybody call you a bimbo. I'll go back and beat that guy up if you want me to."

"He'd kick your ass."

"Hey, you're talking to the leader of the Third Reich."

She looked disappointed. "Alright. Too far. I don't know. I'll take off the costume."

We walked back to the Halloween party and I was in a wife-beater and blonde wig. She was a brunette Marilyn Monroe. I put on a smear of her cherry lipstick, for the kicks.

The party was fine. We drank wine and watched each other across rooms. There were a few bands playing in the basement with a DJ in between. Upstairs was a little less loud, with people mingling and more room to move around. Some people were watching a movie called 'Lesbian Vampire Hunters' in the living room, but no one could hear it. We had split up for a while just to say hi to our various friends and because we don't always have to be right next to each other at things like this. We have sort of a large group of friends, networked with each other's friends pretty well, so we end up together most nights like this. We met in the kitchen about an hour into being there to share report on recon.

"Good costumes," she said.

"Good cheese dip," I replied.

I leaned against the counter. "Did you see the wolfgirl?"

"OH yeah," she said, remembering the hirsute smoker. "Hot."

"Good costumes," I said, echoing her.

We wandered around hand in hand for a little while, walking back into the living room. The movie about the lesbian vampires was getting to the good parts. I leaned over and whispered to Trisha, my big blonde wig brushing against her hair. "I think I'm starting to have lesbian tendencies," thinking we'd probably go home and celebrate the holiday on our own pretty soon.

"You know what?" she asked, in a new voice; her eyes followed the wolfgirl passing behind the couch in front of us. It

was

a great costume. She looked like a member of the broadway cast of 'Cats', only designed for maximum sex.

"I think I am too."

I just stood there for a minute and my dick kind of half jump started. "Your—You're kidding, right?"

"What do you think?"

I thought good things.

"You're the one who said we should try to be daring. To

open up

to new experiences, and have more

close friends.

"

"Do you know her or something?" I wondered out loud, "Or you just have the hots for her?"

"I've been watching her. She seems like my type."

"Oh jeez." I smiled and breathed in then laughed and kept smiling. "Then she's probably my type, too."

I started watching her, then grabbed Trish and ducked us both back toward a nook by the kitchen, so we could follow our prey without being observed. "How do you think we should approach her?"

"Ahhhh…." Trish vocalized, oozing with delight. "In a fun way, definitely." She turned around to me and put her palms flat on my chest, looking into my eyes. "Let me do the preliminaries. I just want to initiate some kind of contact, just to meet her. You hang back or go outside for a while or something. We've got plenty of time. I'll get back with you soon."

I looked back into her eyes, and smiled at her on the prowl. "Oh-k baby. Take her easy now. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

She half-slapped her forehead and shook her head, smiling a riot.

I laughed. "I'll be around," I said, then left her to it.

In the basement the band was playing half-punk/half-rockabilly music and was really good even if the sound set up was worse than tin-can on strings amplified a hundred thousand times. I felt like a genius. I started looking around at the beautiful costumed girls in the room, in a dream world. Someday…

I thought about it more, the music blowing past me in the damp basement, the heavy moist air coming in the side door. She'll probably want another guy next. Hell, this could be a lead-up to just asking to have another guy with us. Well, that's not so bad either if it's… well, I'm not a--- I could deal. I mean, for her. But only if it were a friend. I don't know what I'm saying. Jesus. This is strange. It's so different. This is like… I know this could be cool, but only if it wasn't sleazy. It would have to be totally open. It would have to be about love. I don't even know if we should have this girl with us tonight unless we really know her. I guess I am kind of primal about this stuff. Hmm, I snort laughter. It could get kind of hairy.

I turned around and they were behind me. Trish looked ecstatic. I scanned her face for information.

"Hey… " I said.

"Hey" the new girl said. "I'm Bridgette."

"Nice to meet you."

"So, now we all know each other," Trish said.

"Do you wanna go out back," Bridgette asked, looking at both of us. "We could probably talk better out there."

"Sure," we agreed and headed out the basement door.

We stood underneath the October sky, the trees losing their leaves, the air cold, and still a drizzle coming down. We all wrapped up in our jackets. All I had was my Nazi officer's jacket. I didn't really think anything about it.

"So, I understand you're a big Halloween fan," Bridgette said to me. I could see her face better now and she was gorgeous, with curly brown hair and piercing eyes. Her eyebrows were knit and furrowed like she was trying to stare your soul out of you.

"It's my favorite holiday," I said.

Her hands clasped. "So, enough small talk," Trisha said. She hugged Bridgette around the waist and their butts bumped at the hip. "Bridgette needs a ride home."

I looked into her eyes and squinted, discerning. Like, are you true?

"This is true," she said.

"So, why don't we get out of here. We can go have our own party," Trish said.

"Alright," I said, my keys circling my finger centrifugally. "Let's go."

In the car ride home, we listened to good music and smoked cigarettes. The night was amazing. We watched thousands of people terrorizing the streets with their monsters, ghosts, and imagination. Creatures. Pandemonium.

* * *

I opened the door to the darkened house and they walked in and jumped onto the sofa. It was around 12:30 am. We got out some wine and put on some movie with a monster wandering around to creepy music.

"Did you know Hitler only had one testicle?" Bridgette yelled as I came back from taking a piss.

"So I've heard."

"How many do you have?"

Trish snorted and nearly shot wine out of her nose.

"Let me check," I said, and put my hand in my pants like Al Bundy.

They were so hot, two brunette witches on my couch lying against each other so sultry and so mysterious -- divested of modern day clothing and now with their sexy costumes in disarray and so ready to come off and reveal the real secrets of nature. I turned down the movie, and put on a record of 'Feline Power', this perfect music for the occasion.

I wandered around the living room, lighting candles, and incense. I didn't want to just go right into this experience like we were all business. I knew Trisha had told Bridgette what she had in mind, and they wanted to do it. I wanted to get to know Bridgette somehow.

"So why did you choose to be Marilyn tonight?" Bridgette said to Trish. Then she slid against the couch to face me. "And why the hell are you—

"never mind."

"Marilyn is amazing," my girlfriend said.

"Uh, yes," Bridgette agreed.

"She's like an icon… that could have created the idea of an icon. Like Sinatra. Or…

"Who else?" she asked me.

"Umm…" I said… "Kerouac."

"Yep," Trish said.

Bridgette folded her tail up into her lap and sat there. She spoke.

"When an absurd presence is perfect, some little god must have made it," she said.

We looked at her.

"Norman Mailer said that…" We paused. "About Marilyn Monroe. In his biography of her."

"Hmm…" I said.

"But he said it as if she would have said it… he put the words in her voice, so…"

I sat between them.

"What a

man

."

I thought only of her pleasure. We compounded and com-pounded our love back into our excursion.

I pumped Trisha's ass while Bridgette lay underneath and ate her out like there was no tomorrow. I looked back and watched Bridgette flat on her back, legs spread, working in and out with a phat pink vibrator, pushing it in and popping it back out.

I heard all the slopping sounds beneath me of a girl getting a good workover from a girl who knew exactly what she wanted. Her tongue was out of control. Trisha's back writhed and I held her hips and bulged in and out like a huge torsion wrench trying pick the ultimate lock in an earthquake. We went wave after wave of pulsing human contact and I had never experienced anything like this. I felt like I was in contact with some divine power that could burn me or sear my soul with pleasure, depending on how I held on to it. I wanted my hands all over Bridgette's tits and I bucked into Trish's ass but it just wasn't feasible. Then Trish came hard and her ass clenched around my dick and I took long strokes in and out and shot into the condom as we came together.

I pulled out from her slowly and watched her tight ass close for a second, then we all looked at each other like, "what next?" I went to the dresser and got out another condom and switched and then saw that Bridgette wanted it now and Trish was getting her warmed up in 69. I watched them for a couple minutes performing the feminine ourobourus, knowing we had found a long-term friend. I stroked myself back to hardness and mounted the bed to join them.

Trish sucked me to get me soaked and dripping for a smooth entry. Then she moved back with her knees so she was sitting on Bridgette's face. Bridgette peaked out from under like she was worried but I gave it to her gently at first and she started moaning into Trish's juicy box overhead. The hot breath in her crotch I expected to see steam rising from Trish, as I slid in and out of Bridgette those first few strokes of a new pussy. I looked into both of their faces and then started going full into missionary. Bridgette was moaning uncontrollably and holding on to Trish and they were like one unit, two women latched to each other in the candlelight. I turned inside her, twisting my ass to feel her insides, and making love with my mouth to her breasts. She had great breasts, so round and like full moons on this night of loose spirits and mayhem.

I thought about my girlfriend rubbing her pussy lips all up and down her face, and sticking her ass right on top of her nose. The juices I had felt slicking my tongue and lips so many times now rollicking across the lovely vocalizings of a woman I was deeply plunging in and out of. It was too much.

I realized something then, about us, about our costumes and it just clicked.

Man. I had dressed up for Halloween as the ultimate symbol of evil. The one guy everyone uses as the icon of pure human malice.

And Trish was all dolled up as the ultimate sex symbol.

If that's not Halloween, I don't know what is.

Holy crap. And in between us now was this werewolf chick, me pumping her with my thick cock, feeling her like a bushy pie in the sky. I just thought… this can't be the only time we do this. I kept fucking her in full delight and we all came several times more.

"What was that thing Mailer said about Marilyn?" I asked her as we lay their watching Michael Myers chase that one chick around.

"When an absurd presence is perfect, some little god must have made it."

Fucking rain on Halloween.