I looked at the long wide envelope that came in the morning mail. The address was written in a flowery hand with many swirls and curls obviously using a calligraphy pen. I flipped the brownish-yellow envelope over and broke the wax seal. The enclosed parchment document was the annual invitation written to my former girl friend to a party; no, make that the party of the year.
Halloween has been a big deal in the fall in our little burg and every one goes just a bit nuts. Adults have parties; teens are chaperoned; and the little ones go with Mom or Dad or their older siblings from house to house. It didn't take me long to decide that I could use this to my advantage and get into the party. The little slut had left me, but this paper would get me in the gate past that big ex-cop that the Wolfe's hired as a bouncer.
But this most sought for invitation was to the huge and rather secluded Wolfe Mansion. It sits in the middle of a forested ten-acre tract and must have been there since the ice receded at the end of the last glacial period, of so it seemed. It was built over the entrance to a cavern and had been heated and cooled winter and summer by air from the cave. The mansion had been in the same family since it had been built, but there was no mystery about the people, other than the common ordinary mystery of a successful old established family.
I arrived a bit early, tossed down a stiff drink and looked around to see what was what and who was who. Instantly I noticed a tall thin woman standing across the dance floor.
She was a striking creature and I was immediately drawn to her animal magnetism. She had high cheekbones and a long straight nose that started from what seemed to be the middle of her forehead! Her orange-yellow eyes burned into me from across the room. Of course I wanted her! Anyone who would go to the trouble of getting contacts for their costume interested me. I felt like I was looking at a feral animal.
"Oh baby, come to me and let's dance!" I nodded to her and she looked at me with an expression of amusement on her countenance; a smile raised the corners of her mouth and I noticed her rather prominent incisors. Her chin was strong, but she didn't have an unattractive under bite. She came straight toward me carried by the long graceful legs of a runner.
Her costume was a fur thong bikini that was only adequately covering her ample breasts and woman hood. Daintily covering the valley between her buttocks she wore a bushy tail; gray with a white tip. The finishing details were her extremities. On her hands she wore fur fingerless gloves and had long manicured nails painted black. On her feet she had fur slippers to match the gloves.
She had a fantastic makeup job, strictly professional. It was better than Cats! Her ears were extended, pointed and tufted. She had the tip of her nose painted black and long whiskers formed a thin mustache six inches out from her upper lip. The eyebrows were plucked and painted to slope up and out from their natural beginnings above her nose to a point near her temples. The shadow on her upper lids was gray and the outer ends were also swept up and out under the eyebrows.
She had her hair stiffened with mousse and arranged very carefully to look mussed and standing out from her head; the tips were touched with gray. Her black lipstick set off her brilliant white teeth.
I was dressed as a bum.
Oh god she was gorgeous! I wanted to fuck her right there and then while we were on the dance floor.
"Hel-looo Charlie. I see you are appropriately shabby as usual. Wanna dance, you Little Tramp?"
I swear to God, the hair on my scalp and the back of my neck stood up!
"Sure," I growled out the word deep in my throat.
"Tango?"
"Yeah, hell yeah!"
"Ahoooo, hey maestro! How about a Tango for us? I'm Sarah, by the way."
I'm not a tall man; she had me by a head. I was beginning to wonder what had I gotten myself in for as we whirled madly around and across the dance floor. I was happy. She seemed to like me! Then the music stopped, she bit me on the lip. I touched my fingers to my lip and looked for blood. There was none, but when I looked up, she was gone!
By then several couples had returned to the floor and I finally saw her on the far side of the room. I made my way around the outside of the dance floor until I was standing where she had been and then spied her on the other side! "Ok!" I remember thinking, "You want to play? We'll play."
I slipped out a side door and ran around the building to where she might be. I stood watching for her through a crack in the door, hoping to see her near me and face her point blank. Try as I might, she was nowhere to be seen. I was thinking that perhaps I had offended her in some way and she had left the party when someone with hands the strength of a blacksmith grabbed me by both arms from behind and said, "Boo" into my ear. I nearly lost control of my bladder.
Of course it was she. "Jizze woman! You scared me out of a year's growth!"
She gave me a big wet kiss right on my mouth at the same time as she groped me. I opened my mouth and she let her tongue slip in over my teeth and down my throat.
"My, my, my, what a long tongue you have!"
"All the better to lick you with, my dear."
"And what big teeth you have!"
"All the better to eat you with, my dear."
"I want you so bad."
"Come with me, darling."
We walked two-dozen steps from the door and came to a stone shed. She opened the latch and I smelled the darkness of the cave. She handed me matches and candles. I struck a match and lit a candle by the light of a beautiful, full harvest moon. Then I noticed that there were two benches with cushions that had been stored here for the winter. The cushions were wrapped in plastic but serviceable. We fashioned a suitable bed for ourselves and lay down together. She turned around three times first.
She was a "take charge" girl. I reached for her breasts and she stopped me.
"Wait, not yet."
For just a moment I bristled, but then relaxed. What did I have to lose? As the shaft of moonlight penetrated though the door into the warm interior of the cave and fell across our bodies we were transformed. We ripped our costumes from each other and began to explore our bodies.
It had been months since I had found "the slut" of an ex-girlfriend copulating with the starting five of the basketball team in my bed. The shock had left me with a temporary "paralysis" of my third leg since that Independence Day. Now that seemed to be in the past. My only real pain left was the empty place in my heart over the fact that the little trollop had gotten custody of our Eskimo Dog (actually a Malamute wolf cross).
I was rampant. While I'm not hung like a donkey, my apparatus is more than just adequate when in working order. Since we are on the subject, I do have a bit of an abnormality in that when I am fully erect, I have a swelling about the size of a tennisball near the end. That makes it difficult to ejaculate sometimes and I will stay hard for longer. I never have had any complaints from my partners except sometimes we will have had to cuddle longer because withdrawal was uncomfortable for them.
She seemed to become more beautiful every second that I looked at her. Her breath was sweet and our kisses were long and filled with passion. Our hands roved at will over our bodies, unrestricted by the clothing that lay in crumpled heaps around us.
