We knew we had found the right house when we saw all the cars parked along the
street.  We had to park a few houses away and walk back.    There was a line of
glowing candles in orange paper bags with jack o' lanterns printed on them
leading up the driveway of the very large house. The yard was full of cardboard
tombstones.     A scarecrow on the porch was sitting in a chair, stuffed full of
leaves, from the look of it. One of those Halloween tapes, with screams and
creaks and whatnot, played from an enormous carved pumpkin. My friend Brandi was
dressed as a witch.   Long black gown, that came down to her ankles.   Black
heels, that made her look a lot taller than her 5 foot 5 inch height.    A black
pointed witch hat, that didn't hide her gorgeous long red hair, which went down
to the small of her back.  Her face was painted a Wicked Witch of the West green.
   And still managed to look pretty. Her eyes were a much prettier green.  She's
got a petite but shapely figure, with fairly large breasts for her size.  What
wasn't immediately obvious was that she wasn't wearing anything but a black bra
and black panties beneath that gown. I was her witch's Familiar...a black cat. 
Puss in boots. I wore a tight black leotard...black boots.    A long black tail
attached to my ass.    Little cat ears in my hair.  My face was painted blackface
(Black cat black, not an Al Jolson impression!). Cat whiskers completed the
picture.     I didn't have anything on beneath the leotard except a black pair of
hose.   I'm about Brandi's height, slim and petite, a pretty good figure, even if
my breasts are a tad on the small size.    But I more than make up for it with my
pretty face and sparkling personality...and most of all, my modesty!  I've got
brown eyes and brown hair, a few inches down my shoulders. We stood on the porch.
 "Remember our dare!" said Brandi. "A contest." I said.  "Whoever can be the
naughtiest." We rang the doorbell.   I expected it might be like something out of
THE ADDAMS FAMILY.   No, just a doorbell. "Welcome, ladies." said the scarecrow
behind us. I jumped, and Brandi gave a little shriek.  "What a hot little witch
you are.   And you, my dear, are a ravishing little pussy." We turned.   Now I
could see the tall drink glass next to the chair.   The scarecrow grinned. The
door opened.    Strains of THE MONSTER MASH blared within. A couple greeted us. 
A hockey masked Jason, and a blonde woman dressed as a female pirate. "Trick or
treat!" we chimed.  We were whisked inside. I wondered if Scarecrow had overheard
us (and understood). In the kitchen were snacks and a big bowl of Halloween
punch, with a skull dipper.   We were each quickly given a plastic cup of punch.
And it had a little punch to it, too. In the living room was dancing.    In the
family room other people in costumes sat on sofas and chairs.  A large screen TV
was showing AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON. Out on the deck people were smoking. 
 There was something very funny about these people in costumes and masks, puffing
away. We continued our tour of the grounds.    Signs pointed to the garage, MAD
SCIENTIST'S LAB.      Another pointed to the basement, DUNGEON AND TORTURE
CHAMBER. The lab had a picnic table with a Frankenstein monster under a sheet on
a slab.      Christmas lights were cleverly combined with some boxes and dials
and things to give the impression of apparatus.      A blow up doll of a woman
was tied to a loose door, resting at an angle against the wall. A metal colander
fitted on her head, and battery cables led to a similar cap on Frankenstein. 
Apparently some sort of brain transfer was in progress here. As the norm with
blow up dolls of women, her face had a surprised look on her face, accented by
the perfect round "O" of her open mouth. There was a bucket on the floor.   
People were playing bobbing for apples.      The participant had his hands tied
behind him with a cloth.     Hmmm, that had possibilities. The stairway down to
the basement dungeon was filled with cobwebs.     A Strobe light flashed.     
Paper sheets had been made to look like stone walls.      A skeleton was chained
to the wall.   A female mannequin was tied upside down, hanging by her feet. An
assortment of other mannequins, male and female, were arranged in various
predicaments, one in a noose off the ground, one on a table with a blade pendulum
above it, which wasn't swinging  at the moment.  I gave it a shove to start it
going again.    Nobody else was down here at present.  In terms of Halloween
atmosphere, this party was dripping with it.  I glanced at my watch.  9:30. We
returned upstairs, and hung out on the dance floor for awhile. I got a lot of
appreciative looks from guys, and more than a few come-ons, usually with a pun
about pussy or my tail.   Eventually Brandi and I split up, with a secret grin at
each other. ------------------------------ *** 10 O'CLOCK, BATHROOM BREAK ***
(OR, PUTTING THE LID DOWN FOR LOVE) I'd been dancing awhile, and working up a
sweat, before I found what I wanted.  A woman in a devil's costume had been
dancing alongside.  She'd been making eyes at me, and I was pretty sure she
wasn't just being friendly.   I said "follow me" and went off to to the kitchen
to get another cup of punch.  We chatted a bit, and she started talking about how
hot I looked.  She wasn't too bad herself, just a tad plump, but with a lovely
face.  We were in the dark hall now, by ourselves.  A stairway led upstairs. I
grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs.  "The devil made me do it" I
teased.  We looked around, found the furthest bedroom from the stairs.    Went
into the bathroom, and shut the door and locked it.   Left the light out, but one
of those nightlights that detects when it's dark provided a dim illumination.   
In fairly short order we were stripping down.     She put the lid down on the
toilet seat and sat me down on it.  Then kneeling, she pushed my legs wide apart
and started licking me down there.  I reached down and felt her big breasts, now
free of the costume, as I stared down at the top of her head.   Her tongue was
like velvet, and it didn't take me long to come.   I sat up, pushed her down onto
the oval rug, and returned the favor.  We lay side by side, in a 69 position,
although now I was the only one eating.  She played with my pussy with her
fingers, then stroked my ass, my back, my breasts, my tummy.   After she came, we
lay side by side on the rug. snuggling close.  At one point, the doorknob
rattled.  We froze, and it was not repeated.   We sat up and held each other for
a few minutes, taking turns sucking each other's breasts. Which was nice, but the
mood had been broken by that doorknob rattle; we felt exposed and vulnerable to
discovery.   We dressed and cleaned up.    I cautiously opened the door. The room
was dark. I could hear sounds of passion coming from the bed.  A couple, male and
female, were having sex on the bed!  I motioned for her to be silent and we snuck
out.   I crawled on all fours as quietly as I could to keep from being
discovered.    She followed suit. The girl on the bed was quite a moaner.   It
didn't sound like Brandi, but I risked a glance to make sure.   No, blonde hair,
definitely not her.  We made the doorway in safety.  They had locked it.  But I
turned the knob and caught the button as it released to avoid the loud click.  
We slipped out.  For a second, I had an evil thought of leaving the door
unlocked, so that somebody else might stumble in on them.  But in the end I
pushed the button and closed the door.  Halfway down the stairs, my new friend
realized she'd left her pitchfork in the bathroom.  Too late now! I wondered if
they'd find it... and I also wondered if they were the ones who'd tried to open
the bathroom door earlier.  If so, they'd know somebody had snuck out during
their lovemaking. Feeling deliciously naughty, I parted company with Devil Woman,
giving her a goodbye kiss on the stairs. ------------------------------ ***
10:30PM, LOVE IN A DARK CREVICE *** (OR, THAT'S NOT MY BELLY BUTTON...AND DON'T
STOP!) I went down into the basement.    A game was just starting. close to a
dozen people were gathered in a circle.   I sat down next to a Robin Hood.    I
exchanged a glance with him, and gave him my best come-hither look.     The
lights were turned off.   We sat huddled in a circle.  The vague shadows of the
skeleton and mannequins were eerie.  They began playing that child's Halloween
game, where they start passing around stuff.  "The witch is dead, this is her
head." Probably an extra mannequin's head.  "The witch came to harm, this is her
arm."   And so forth, with increasingly goopy items, grapes for eyes, spaghetti
for...whatever interior icky thing. As I passed the item to Robin Hood, I let my
fingers linger in his grip.  And squeezed.    He soon got the message.   I
reached down and cupped the tight crotch of his tights.  Things were going hard
for him.  His hand groped me in the dark, cupped my pussy through the leotard,
then felt at my breasts (he missed the first time, almost poked me in the eye).  
I took his hand and pulled him out of the circle.  We stood up and walked deeper
into the Stygian blackness. Went through a side door deeper into the catacombs. 
There was a sheet up to block this area, but we ducked behind it.    Now we were
in an area filled with boxes.  We found a recessed spot and knelt down. Soon his
lips were all over my face, nibbling my ears (my REAL ears, not the cat ears!),
and my neck.     We groped in the dark, fumbling, knocking heads at one point,
and had to stifle giggles, didn't want to disturb those in the next room. He was
reaching down the neckline of my leotard, past my breasts, down my tummy, all the
way down to my cunny.    "Wait a second", I said, I didn't want him to stretch
out the material.   I removed my clothes, and he was doing the same.  Soon we
were both naked, he sitting Indian style, me sitting in his lap, legs wrapped
around him. His cock stood up straight and proud, pinned between our tummies. His
hands gripped me firm at my waist and lifted me, and I arched my back and threw
back my head as he mouthed my breasts.  After awhile, he had me lay flat on my
back pushed his head down between my legs and started to eat.  Where the devil
woman had so recently dined.   Twice in an hour, wow! After a bit of this, he was
ready to go, and so was I. I got a condom from my boot (hey, some desperadoes
carry a derringer there, whatever you need to be prepared), and slipped it on
him.    I had to use his cigarette lighter for a second to make sure things were
on right.   I'm sure we made an interesting picture there in the flickering flame
light, Robin Hood with his tights down and a hard on, petite little ol' me nude,
my nipples hard as pencil erasers, my shaved cunt moist, my face blackened and
with whiskers spirit gummed on, my cat ears in disarray. We were far enough back
that I don't think anyone could see the lighter.   They were telling ghost
stories out in the main room.  I leaned back on the cold floor, and found an old
blanket.  Used that for a pillow and a bit of a ground covering.  Wrapped us both
up in it.    Spread my legs wide, he knelt between them.    I was quite damp, and
he was soon pumping away in the dark.  I clenched my lips to keep from crying
out, didn't want to alert the next room.   We rode each other in frenzied
silence, a few grunts and gasps here and there, and the steady wet friction sound
of a cock sawing in and out of a tight sopping pussy. Which sounded very loud in
my ears, but I don't think could carry too far.  He tensed, and came, and I
slammed my mouth to his to stifle any outburst.    I didn't come outright, but
from the two oral encounters I'd had, and his enthusiastic screwing, I was in a
warm glow.   With a few clumsy endearments, he got dressed and stumbled off.  
The ghost stories were continuing in the dark in the next room.  I lay back on
the blanket, nude and feeling lewd and exposed in the cool darkness, playing
lazily with my breasts. After a few minutes' rest I had my breath back and my
heartbeat had stopped its hummingbird racing.    And, in my content glow there in
the darkness, one of those weird, niggling thoughts came in, as they sometimes
do. It was probably the spooky atmosphere.    And that Witch's game.  I started
thinking about a rather horrifying Ray Bradbury story, where that game is being
played at a Halloween party, and when they turn on the lights, they find a grisly
surprise... it's not a game.     Silly, I know, but I started getting a little
paranoid, wondering about Brandi.   I mean, she *was* The Witch.     I mean, I
knew those items passed around were just grapes, spaghetti, etc. but I was
somehow on edge.  Maybe because I got worked up but didn't come during that
little encounter.     Anyway, I started having this overpowering urge to check on
Brandi, make sure she was OK.   Wholly irrational, but, when you're in a dark
basement hearing scary stories at a Halloween party, there it is.    As the
saying goes, I don't believe in ghosts, but I don't cut through the graveyard
alone at 3am. Anyway, soon it was completely ridiculous, I was near panicking.
Maybe the audaciousness of what I was doing at this party was catching up with
me.   Anyway, I quickly dressed.   I had to fumble for my cat ears and my boots. 
My whiskers seemed intact.  I wish I had a light to make sure everything was on
straight.   Oh well.  As I started to roll up the blanket, my hand encountered
the sticky used condom.   With a mischievous smirk, I put it inside the blanket,
wiped my hand dry on the blanket, rolled it up into a ball and threw it back
where I found it.    I stole out.  The current ghost story was THE HOOK.   The
storyteller had a flashlight on her face, looking eerie.    All eyes were fixed
on her.   I darted around the sheet, trying not to make it ripple, then made for
the stairs, I think unseen. ------------------------------ *** 11:00 O'CLOCK,
BRANDI GETS WET *** (OR, BOFFING FOR APPLES IN BONDAGE) I wandered into the
garage/lab.    To my relief, there was Brandi. There were maybe a half dozen
people in here, about half of them women. They were playing bobbing for apples.  
Brandi was up, her witch hat over on the floor.   A cloth tied her hands together
behind her back. She stuck her head in the wide bucket, and came up sputtering
and laughing, her green face makeup running a little bit, much to the hilarity of
the others there.  People were cheering her on. She looked like she was having
fun, and there was a mildly kinky bondage element here, but still, I was a little
surprised, pretty tame stuff.   I thought Brandi would be a little more
adventurous.  Maybe she wasn't up to the challenge.  I wandered out again.
------------------------------ *** 11:30PM, HOW ABOUT A LITTLE FIRE, SCARECROW?
*** (OR, SUCKING THE STRAW) I pushed my way through the crowd, got another cup of
punch. Someone pressed up behind me.  I turned.  It was the scarecrow, the one
who had surprised us on the porch.   "Hi there." he said. "How about a little
fire, scarecrow?" I quipped. He grinned back.   "Isn't your friend supposed to
say that? I was just about to leave the party.   I thought you might want to walk
me to my car."   He looked me in the eye.   Almost a challenge, or a dare.   
"OK." I said.  He turned to go...I sauntered after him, strutting my stuff.    
My little cat tail swished after the movements of my ass.    There was a whistle
from someone in the kitchen (or was it a cat call?). Outside in the cool air, we
walked down the driveway, to the street.    His car was about a half dozen cars
away. The road dipped down to a ravine, and there were dark trees all around. No
house immediately nearby.  "You lied to me." I said. "That's not a car, it's a
pickup truck."  "Climb in" he said, "I want to talk with you."  He seemed very
sure of himself. I climbed in to the driver's side and slid across.  He followed
and shut the door.  The interior lights went out.  He put his key in the
ignition, and turned it enough so that he could turn on the radio.    "How about
a goodnight kiss?" he said. I slid across the seat and wrapped myself around him.
"Is that all you want?" I breathed into a French kiss.  His tongue darted back at
mine for a minute.    He looked straight at me. "No, I'd like you to suck my cock
good." he said.    I was a little taken aback.  Usually guys aren't quite
so...well, cocksure. They test the waters first.    But, I decided to surprise
him. "Lean back", I said, as I slid down onto the seat.  I unbuttoned his pants
(button fly).  His cock was already rock hard.  I drew it out and started licking
it.    Fairly long and thick.  Musky smell, but not unbearably so.  As I moved up
and down, I noticed a dark patch on his balls.  It was discolored from his skin,
and oddly, almost seemed to glow in the dim light from the dashboard lights.   
"Wait a minute", I said, withdrawing my mouth.  I reached beside the steering
wheel and snapped on the overhead light.  I wanted a closer look at this dick; he
had something strange here, and I wasn't putting that in my mouth until I saw
what it was. It was a smear of green phosphorescent makeup! Looked like Brandi
had been having a more interesting evening than I'd given her credit for!     "I
have the oddest feeling you're seeing another girl" I said, "That little witch!"
He grinned.   "She certainly gives great head." He cocked his head at me.  "I
asked her about you.  She said you were ALMOST as good."    A challenge.    I
knew he was playing around, but he grinned like he was in the catbird seat.    I
dived back down to my meal, with renewed enthusiasm.   Gripped the shaft with
fingertips of both hands, playing him like a flute, put his bulb in my mouth and
sucked and tongued greedily.   Of course, what I hadn't taken into account was
that Brandi had worked him not more than an hour ago.  He was stone hard for a
second go, but he could also keep from coming for a lot longer this time around. 
 I must have spent close to 25 minutes giving my full effort.  My mouth was
getting tired, and he had a smirk that was both in ecstasy and a bit knowing.  He
had me right where he wanted me, and he knew he could go for a duration.  So he
just sat back and enjoyed it. At last, I felt him tensing, and knew he was about
to shoot his load.   He didn't give any verbal warning though.  He must have
figured, any friend of Brandi's....he pulsed, and I felt a hot jet spurt into my
mouth.    Thick and salty.    His cock spasmed a half dozen more times, slower
and less surge each time. He made little inarticulate groans like he was in pain.
  His hands clenched on my back, but he was gentleman enough not to grip my hair
or hold my head down.    I dutifully gulped it all down.   I continued holding
him in my mouth as he softened.    I pressed my forehead against his genitals. 
Maybe I'd leave some black makeup to go with the green.     I withdrew and got my
punch cup from the floor, downed it to get the taste out of my mouth.  He leaned
up against me for awhile, fondling me through my leotard, hands between my legs,
then reaching down my neckline to play with my tits... he gently squeezed breast
and nipple... "You and your friend made this a better party then I ever thought
possible." he said.  "Damn!  You two are GORGEOUS!" I grinned slyly and did my
best Dorothy impression. "I think I'll miss you most of all, Scarecrow!  Come
along, Toto!" I climbed over him and out of the truck.  He waved goodbye, and
watched my black silhouette head back to the house. I was almost back to the
house before he turned on the ignition and headlights.    Two blowjobs in one
evening may have left him in a daze.   I hoped he drove safely...and wondered how
long it would be before he remembered his pants weren't fastened up. Hopefully
before that stop at the convenience store...   Then I told myself that was a
silly thought, a guy dressed as a scarecrow was probably going straight home... I
got back in just as the grandfather clock was striking midnight.  The dance floor
was in a frenzy.  "Unmask, unmask!" someone cried, grabbing me and drawing me
close to him.  I kissed him on the cheek (and wouldn't he be surprised if he knew
where my lips had just been) and writhed away, towards the kitchen to get a
refill. Of Punch, I mean.     I stopped in the bathroom to check my black cat
makeup, and make sure my ears were on straight. ------------------------------
*** 12:00 O'CLOCK, ONE HOT LITTLE WITCH *** (OR, IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR, SHE CRIED
MORE, MORE, MORE) I wandered around looking for Brandi.   The last place I'd seen
her was in the garage.   Naturally, that was the last place I looked. A Bobba
Fett grabbed my arm, stopped me at the door.    "Private party, ma'am." I sidled
up to him and put my mouth near his ear.  "I'll make it worth your while, Bounty
Hunter."  I pressed up against him, then pushed past.   Into an interesting
little tableaux there in the Mad Scientist's lab.    Brandi was no longer bobbing
for apples, but she was still on her knees, bobbing.   She was facing away from
me, down on all fours, still with heels on.  Her pointed hat was still on the
floor. Her black gown was now bunched up around her shoulders, exposing a lot of
pale flesh there in the dimly, weirdly lit garage.  She still had on her black
bra and panties, but not, I suspected, for long.  A Klingon knelt beside her, and
one hand was buried in her panties. His other hand was beneath her, seemingly
working on a breast.   She was facing a cowboy, who was sitting in a lawn chair,
and from his positioning, she must have been admiring his belt buckle. Her head
was in his lap, and his hands were playing in her red hair.     A man in a three
piece suit stood a few feet away, arms folded, watching.  Not sure what he was
supposed to be.  Maybe a lawyer for Halloween.  He turned to look at me.   I put
my finger to my lips and grinned.  Then faded back silently.   Brandi appeared to
be in good hands.     As I turned, I noticed the Klingon peeling off her panties.
 Her shapely exposed ass pointed towards the house.   Her face being otherwise
occupied, she didn't turn to look back at what was going on behind her.
------------------------------ *** 12:30am, I SHED MY CLOTHING IN THE SHED ***
(OR, SOME SORT OF TIM ALLEN FANTASY) Leaving the garage, I asked Bobba Fett if he
wanted to come outside with me and watch me smoke.    His impassive mask
considered me a minute, then he said, "Wait here." and darted into the garage. 
The changing of the guard, I suspect.   A minute later, he was back, and
propelled me through the kitchen out onto the deck.  The smokers had all gone in.
  I wandered deeper into the yard, flung my head back, admiring the stars, and
finally found a garden shed.   We slipped in. Inside, it was like an aisle of
Home Depot.   A weed whacker hung from the wall.   A big riding mower was parked
there.  All sorts of other tools were about the place. He started to remove his
helmet.  "No, Bobba.  Leave your mask on."  He paused a minute, obviously
stymied, since what he had in mind probably involved his mouth running over me. 
Instead, he started groping me hard.  I ran my hands over his outfit.   After a
few minutes of this, I slipped out of my boots and leotard.   Bare naked in my
black hose, it was a little chilly out here.  I got my last condom out. Then
climbed up onto the mower and bent over the seat.  He climbed onto the blade
shield and in short order had his pants down and the condom on, and was doing me
doggy style.  Both hands reached around and each  mauled a small breast.   He
squeezed my nipples hard, in time with his thrusts.    He rode me hard.  The
helmet bumped my head a few times.  I pushed back, but my little ass was pinned
to the seat with each thrust.  I came shortly.  He followed almost immediately.
He started to take off his helmet.  I stopped him. "What's your name?"   I asked.
  "John." he replied. "Thanks, John, dear." I said, as I climbed off the tractor.
------------------------------ *** 1:00 O'CLOCK, MOUTH TO MOUTH *** (OR, DOLL
GETS A TASTE) I came back inside.  I was a little sore, both between my legs and
my breasts... they felt tender, bruised.  He'd been a little rough, squeezing my
breasts hard, tweaking and twisting my nipples, as he jackhammered me with his
dick. Still, it had been good.  The party was starting to wind down.  Brandi was
sitting on a sofa in the TV room. The vampire movie NEAR DARK was playing.    She
was back in her witch outfit, looking a little disheveled under her pointed hat. 
  And, though you couldn't tell it from her green face, from her neck to her
cleavage, she looked a little flushed.   Two guys sat on either side of her on
the couch, obviously trying to win her favor.   Other guys in the room were
observing her closely.  Guys talk, you hear things.  But several swiveled to
scope me out.   Under my black face makeup, I felt a little blush.  Brandi leaned
close to whisper in my ear.  "Go look in the blow-up dummy's mouth."    I
sauntered off, got another cup of punch in the kitchen (I'd set mine down
somewhere, I knew not where). The mad scientist's lab was now deserted, but for
Frank on the slab, and the blow up doll on the leaning door.   I went up and
stuck a finger in her mouth.  Something sticky in there.   I held up my finger
and sniffed, then tasted delicately with the tip of my tongue, the way Kojak
would test a little plastic bag of white powder he found on a suspect.   Yep, it
was cum.    Brandi must have French kissed the blow up doll after her little
garage jam and spit the fruits of her efforts into the mouth.  I guess a brain
wasn't the only thing transferred during this mad scientist's experiment.    The
doll still had that perpetual surprised look.   O! I turned to go, and there was
a figure standing there at the entrance back to the house.    I gave a start. 
For a second there, it was a scary deja vu, and I realized I was thinking back to
that scene in SCREAM where the girl in the garage encounters the figure in the
Death outfit.    But no, this was just a guy in a Mime outfit, face painted
white. He stopped, gave that inquisitive Mime look.  Hands flat out tracing
circles in the air.    He did the guy in the box.  He did the walls closing in.  
He did pulling the rope.  He did walking against the wind. He pointed at me, and
mimed me being bent over the slab.  He mimed doing me doggy style.  Then he mimed
me having my legs spread, and him diving down to eat between them.   Then he
mimed me on my knees, mouth open, him rocking his hips towards me.  Doubtless
that bulge in his pantaloons would be straight out and aiming for the bulls-eye.
I wondered if a Mime would make any noise when he came. I snuggled up close and
kissed him.  "Dear", I said.  "I am worn out tonight.  But look me up at the
Christmas party!" I walked out of the garage.   He was kind of cute, but Mimes
still annoy me.   Kind of creepy.  It'd be like having sex with a clown.  Scary!