Trick or Treat
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I met Alison at my door one Halloween night and fell immediately in lust.
I’m a confirmed bachelor. I tried marriage once and it was a disaster, so I live alone in a beach-front condo full of young married couples, most have k**s that run around the pool screaming and hollering, which makes me use the pool at night when they’re all in bed.
I’m kind of obligated to observe Halloween with everyone else, so this year I bought plenty of candy, hung a skeleton on my door, and waited for the “festivities” to begin. About every two minutes, my doorbell rang and there would be standing a mom or a dad with one or two little cuties dressed as Dracula, Sleeping Beauty, or something. I didn’t even try to guess. But I’d always react appropriately to their costumes and that made their parents happy.
Then around dark things began to slow down. Just a few more and I’d be done for another year. That’s when my doorbell rang and when I opened it there stood the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen! No, not the Trick-or-Treater…the mom!
She was probably around twenty-three or four and had long, luscious, wavy brown hair down to her breasts and what looked to be brown eyes. I was so captivated that when her little three-year-old said “trick-or-treat” I didn’t say or do a thing. My eyes were glued to her mommy.
"Oh! Sorry, sweetie. Here's some candy," I finally said.
Then I turned back to mommy. “Haven’t I seen you at the pool? I always go at night when all the k**s are asleep.”
"Yes, I've been there a few times. My sister comes over to give me a break for my over-active daughter.”
I held out my hand and said, “I’m Bill Wilson. It’s nice to meet you.”
She shook my hand and said, “Alison Carter. We’re in 202.”
“Isn’t there a Mr. Carter?”
"No, I'm afraid not. He thought his secretary was a better match for him, so we’re divorced.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be asking questions like that.”
"No, it's okay. I'm over him."
I had to think fast or she’d be gone and I might not see her again. “Well, you now know where I live so if you’d like to talk sometime over a glass of wine, I’m a good listener. I’ve had a marriage that also didn’t work out.”
“Mommy! Let’s go! I want more candy!” her cute little girl demanded.
“Sorry, Bill. I need to keep going. It was nice meeting you.”
“You too, Alison.”
I stood there and watched her walk down to the next door. She glanced back and smiled. I wanted her in the worst way. I wanted to run my fingers down through her long hair right to the very end, then do it again.
That night I could think of nothing but Alison. She was so gorgeous and friendly! Why would a guy leave her for someone else?
Then around nine, there was a knock on my door. Surely it wasn't a trick-or-treater this late!
I opened the door and there stood Alison looking as lovely as before.
"Well hi, Alison!"
“Sorry to bother you so late.”
“It’s not late at all. Come in. Come in.”
"No, I can't stay. I just got Michelle to sleep. I was wondering if you'd like to come down to my place. But I don't have any wine."
“I would be delighted. Do you prefer red or white wine?”
"Oh, I don't know. With a three-year-old c***d, I don't drink much. I'll just have whatever you usually have."
“Okay. Give me a minute and I’ll be right down.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I couldn’t believe my luck! I’d just met Alison briefly at my door and a few hours later she invited me down for wine! I was going to enjoy just being with her and looking at her and fantasizing how great she must be in bed.
I grabbed a bottle of white zinfandel out of the fridge, a corkscrew, and two wine glasses and rushed down to 202.
When I arrived, she said, “I should apologize for being so forward as to ask you to come to my place. We just met a couple of hours ago.”
“Oh, don’t feel that way. I’m flattered and don’t have any friends here anyway.”
We sat for three hours and just talked about our failed marriages, where we were born, etc. The whole time I was aching to grab a handful of her hair. It just looked so gorgeous!
Finally, I said, "Alison, I have to say something before I burst."
“What?”
“Um. You are so gorgeous I can’t stand it. Your long hair looks so soft and silky. It’s just beautiful.”
“Aww that’s sweet, Bill,” she said as she leaned over and patted me on the leg. “Leo liked my hair too until he got a blonde secretary.”
“Damn. He must be a fool. If you were mine, I’d never look at another woman.”
“Aww. There you go being sweet again.” Then she scooted closer and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
I reached up and touched her hair for the first time. It felt so soft that I couldn’t let go. I ran my fingers down through it and said, "Let me know if I'm getting too familiar, Alison."
She looked into my eyes and said, “You’re fine.” Then she leaned in and gave me a French kiss.
“Wow! That was a nice first kiss!” I said as I moved my hand to the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine again.
We kissed heavily for several minutes as my cock got uncomfortably large in my shorts. I wanted Alison so much but wouldn’t dare say so when we’d just met.
Then she said, "Bill, would you take me to bed? I really need you to make love to me. It’s been so long.”
“I was wanting to, but would have never suggested it when we just met.”
“I’ve never been this forward in my life. It’s just that when we met this afternoon my heart skipped a beat and you were just so nice!”
“And you were so gorgeous that I could hardly stand it.”
Then she stood up and led me by the hand to her bedroom. She helped me remove my T-shirt then I helped her remove her tank top. When it was finally off, her long hair fell across her bare breasts, hiding them completely. Then we kissed as she unzipped my shorts and pushed them to the floor. I followed her lead by pushing her slacks to the floor to reveal her perfectly clean pussy, the first one I’d ever seen.
I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her body to mine. “I want to feel your gorgeous hair against my body.
Alison put her arms around my neck and asked, “And how does it feel?”
“Sensuous,” I answered as we kissed passionately.
Then she moaned when she felt my hard cock press against her crotch. “Can I make love to you, Bill?”
She didn't wait for my answer. She knelt down, rubbed my bulging cock a few times, then pulled my plaid boxer shorts to the floor. She looked up at me briefly, then took my cock slowly into her warm mouth as though she was savoring her favorite dessert. She let it slip almost all the way down before slowly pulling it back out and starting again. It was as though she'd been missing giving head for two years and wasn't going to let one single sensation be missed.
A long moan escaped my lips as I pushed my fingers into her hair and took her head in both hands. I let her set the pace. She seemed to be enjoying her blowjob so much and I didn’t want to interfere with her enjoyment.
On her third slow plunge, she let my cock slip all the way down her throat. She gagged slightly, but held it there for a few seconds, then slowly pulled it out again.
She looked up at me and said, “I guess you can tell that I love doing this.”
“I can indeed. I’ve never been so aroused in my life. You’ll make me cum if you keep that up.”
“Mmm. That’s what I want. I want you to cum in my throat. I love how that feels.”
Her words alone were sending me to the point of no return. I pulled her face against my stomach and held it there for only a few seconds before my cock started to jerk and spurt in her throat. She coughed just once but was perfectly happy to let me hold her face hard against me until I was finished. Alison's blowjob was the best blowjob I had ever received. Then she slowly pulled my cock from her throat and sucked every remaining drop of cum from it. But she wasn't done yet. She pushed it down her throat again two or three times, trying to coax a few more drops from it. Then she stood up and put her arms around my neck.
“I hope you loved that as much as I did,” she whispered and kissed me.
“Words cannot express how much I loved it.”
“Good. Now take me to bed.”
We crawled onto the bed where she spread her gorgeous long hair out on the pillow. I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with her. No man on Earth could ever want a more lovely and sexy girl in his bed than Alison.
I got between her legs and started to kiss her all over her face, her neck and shoulders, down to her perky breasts, down to her flat tummy with its outie navel (which I sucked briefly), then to the inside of her thighs. By that time, she was moaning and thrusting her hips. I could tell that she desperately wanted me to reach her clit. So, I swiftly kissed my way up to it and licked it hard. That brought a groan to her lips as she grabbed my head and pulled my face to her pussy and went straight into an orgasm.
Alison was a very sexual woman because I’d never known a girl to have an orgasm so quickly. She groaned through it as her legs quivered.
Then she whispered, “Fuck me now, Bill. I need to feel you inside me.”
So, I quickly moved up, guided my cock into her pussy, and slowly pushed it in all the way; all nine inches.
"Oh god, you feel so good! Fuck me slowly like this all night. Even if I go to sleep, keep fucking me. I want to wake up and feel you thrusting into me."
“I won’t be able to last that long.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” she said as she wrapped her legs around me and started to slowly thrust on my cock. “Let me do the thrusting. That will help you last longer.”
And she was right! I just held still while she fucked my cock through two more orgasms. Each one made her groan and her legs quiver.
After the last one, she whispered, "Okay. You can fuck me now while I rest."
So, I started to fuck the most gorgeous girl in the world. She moaned with each deep thrust I made, but with her eyes closed, I couldn't tell if she was awake or not. So, I pretended that she was asleep and fucked her for a good twenty minutes before shooting off.
“Mmm. You’re cumming! It feels so nice,” she said without opening her eyes. I think she’d been pretending to be asleep.
When I finished, I rolled over and pulled Alison on top of me. Her long hair fell down along my arm as she laid her head on my shoulder.
After a few minutes, she said, "If you don't spend the night with me, I'll be really upset."
“Wild horses couldn’t make me leave you.”
“Mmm. That’s nice,” she whispered before dropping off to sleep.
- - - - -
When I woke up the next morning, Alison’s little girl was tapping her on the shoulder saying, “Wake up mommy! I’m hungry!”
Alison said sleepily, “Okay sweetie. Why don’t you watch Sesame Street and I’ll be in there soon?”
"Okay, mommy.” And she left the room.
Alison got out of bed and locked the door, then returned to bed.
“Damn! I should have locked the door last night," she said as she crawled on top of me again. “I loved sleeping with you. You’re such a good lover.”
“Thank you, but you are the good lover here, not me. Shouldn’t you fix Michelle’s breakfast?”
“I will after I give you a good morning blowjob.” Then she slipped down and took my almost flaccid cock into her mouth and within five minutes had me spurting gallons of cum down her gullet.
“Mmm. If you were my husband, you’d get that every morning before work to guarantee you wouldn’t look at another woman.”
We kissed passionately and I said, “That guarantee would work with me. I could never want a woman more than I want you, Alison."
“That sounds serious!”
“I have a confession to make. Last night when you crawled into bed and spread your beautiful hair out on the pillow, at that moment I fell in love with you.”
She kissed me and came away with tears in her eyes. “And I fell in love with you the moment I felt you push into me. I knew right then that I wanted you forever in my bed and between my legs.”
We kissed and cried for five minutes when there came a pounding on the bedroom door.
“Mommy! I’m hungry!”
"Okay, sweetie. Mommy's coming.”
She gave me one more French kiss, put on a robe, and went to fix her daughter’s breakfast.
I’m a confirmed bachelor. I tried marriage once and it was a disaster, so I live alone in a beach-front condo full of young married couples, most have k**s that run around the pool screaming and hollering, which makes me use the pool at night when they’re all in bed.
I’m kind of obligated to observe Halloween with everyone else, so this year I bought plenty of candy, hung a skeleton on my door, and waited for the “festivities” to begin. About every two minutes, my doorbell rang and there would be standing a mom or a dad with one or two little cuties dressed as Dracula, Sleeping Beauty, or something. I didn’t even try to guess. But I’d always react appropriately to their costumes and that made their parents happy.
Then around dark things began to slow down. Just a few more and I’d be done for another year. That’s when my doorbell rang and when I opened it there stood the most gorgeous creature I’d ever seen! No, not the Trick-or-Treater…the mom!
She was probably around twenty-three or four and had long, luscious, wavy brown hair down to her breasts and what looked to be brown eyes. I was so captivated that when her little three-year-old said “trick-or-treat” I didn’t say or do a thing. My eyes were glued to her mommy.
"Oh! Sorry, sweetie. Here's some candy," I finally said.
Then I turned back to mommy. “Haven’t I seen you at the pool? I always go at night when all the k**s are asleep.”
"Yes, I've been there a few times. My sister comes over to give me a break for my over-active daughter.”
I held out my hand and said, “I’m Bill Wilson. It’s nice to meet you.”
She shook my hand and said, “Alison Carter. We’re in 202.”
“Isn’t there a Mr. Carter?”
"No, I'm afraid not. He thought his secretary was a better match for him, so we’re divorced.”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be asking questions like that.”
"No, it's okay. I'm over him."
I had to think fast or she’d be gone and I might not see her again. “Well, you now know where I live so if you’d like to talk sometime over a glass of wine, I’m a good listener. I’ve had a marriage that also didn’t work out.”
“Mommy! Let’s go! I want more candy!” her cute little girl demanded.
“Sorry, Bill. I need to keep going. It was nice meeting you.”
“You too, Alison.”
I stood there and watched her walk down to the next door. She glanced back and smiled. I wanted her in the worst way. I wanted to run my fingers down through her long hair right to the very end, then do it again.
That night I could think of nothing but Alison. She was so gorgeous and friendly! Why would a guy leave her for someone else?
Then around nine, there was a knock on my door. Surely it wasn't a trick-or-treater this late!
I opened the door and there stood Alison looking as lovely as before.
"Well hi, Alison!"
“Sorry to bother you so late.”
“It’s not late at all. Come in. Come in.”
"No, I can't stay. I just got Michelle to sleep. I was wondering if you'd like to come down to my place. But I don't have any wine."
“I would be delighted. Do you prefer red or white wine?”
"Oh, I don't know. With a three-year-old c***d, I don't drink much. I'll just have whatever you usually have."
“Okay. Give me a minute and I’ll be right down.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
I couldn’t believe my luck! I’d just met Alison briefly at my door and a few hours later she invited me down for wine! I was going to enjoy just being with her and looking at her and fantasizing how great she must be in bed.
I grabbed a bottle of white zinfandel out of the fridge, a corkscrew, and two wine glasses and rushed down to 202.
When I arrived, she said, “I should apologize for being so forward as to ask you to come to my place. We just met a couple of hours ago.”
“Oh, don’t feel that way. I’m flattered and don’t have any friends here anyway.”
We sat for three hours and just talked about our failed marriages, where we were born, etc. The whole time I was aching to grab a handful of her hair. It just looked so gorgeous!
Finally, I said, "Alison, I have to say something before I burst."
“What?”
“Um. You are so gorgeous I can’t stand it. Your long hair looks so soft and silky. It’s just beautiful.”
“Aww that’s sweet, Bill,” she said as she leaned over and patted me on the leg. “Leo liked my hair too until he got a blonde secretary.”
“Damn. He must be a fool. If you were mine, I’d never look at another woman.”
“Aww. There you go being sweet again.” Then she scooted closer and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
I reached up and touched her hair for the first time. It felt so soft that I couldn’t let go. I ran my fingers down through it and said, "Let me know if I'm getting too familiar, Alison."
She looked into my eyes and said, “You’re fine.” Then she leaned in and gave me a French kiss.
“Wow! That was a nice first kiss!” I said as I moved my hand to the back of her head and pulled her lips to mine again.
We kissed heavily for several minutes as my cock got uncomfortably large in my shorts. I wanted Alison so much but wouldn’t dare say so when we’d just met.
Then she said, "Bill, would you take me to bed? I really need you to make love to me. It’s been so long.”
“I was wanting to, but would have never suggested it when we just met.”
“I’ve never been this forward in my life. It’s just that when we met this afternoon my heart skipped a beat and you were just so nice!”
“And you were so gorgeous that I could hardly stand it.”
Then she stood up and led me by the hand to her bedroom. She helped me remove my T-shirt then I helped her remove her tank top. When it was finally off, her long hair fell across her bare breasts, hiding them completely. Then we kissed as she unzipped my shorts and pushed them to the floor. I followed her lead by pushing her slacks to the floor to reveal her perfectly clean pussy, the first one I’d ever seen.
I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her body to mine. “I want to feel your gorgeous hair against my body.
Alison put her arms around my neck and asked, “And how does it feel?”
“Sensuous,” I answered as we kissed passionately.
Then she moaned when she felt my hard cock press against her crotch. “Can I make love to you, Bill?”
She didn't wait for my answer. She knelt down, rubbed my bulging cock a few times, then pulled my plaid boxer shorts to the floor. She looked up at me briefly, then took my cock slowly into her warm mouth as though she was savoring her favorite dessert. She let it slip almost all the way down before slowly pulling it back out and starting again. It was as though she'd been missing giving head for two years and wasn't going to let one single sensation be missed.
A long moan escaped my lips as I pushed my fingers into her hair and took her head in both hands. I let her set the pace. She seemed to be enjoying her blowjob so much and I didn’t want to interfere with her enjoyment.
On her third slow plunge, she let my cock slip all the way down her throat. She gagged slightly, but held it there for a few seconds, then slowly pulled it out again.
She looked up at me and said, “I guess you can tell that I love doing this.”
“I can indeed. I’ve never been so aroused in my life. You’ll make me cum if you keep that up.”
“Mmm. That’s what I want. I want you to cum in my throat. I love how that feels.”
Her words alone were sending me to the point of no return. I pulled her face against my stomach and held it there for only a few seconds before my cock started to jerk and spurt in her throat. She coughed just once but was perfectly happy to let me hold her face hard against me until I was finished. Alison's blowjob was the best blowjob I had ever received. Then she slowly pulled my cock from her throat and sucked every remaining drop of cum from it. But she wasn't done yet. She pushed it down her throat again two or three times, trying to coax a few more drops from it. Then she stood up and put her arms around my neck.
“I hope you loved that as much as I did,” she whispered and kissed me.
“Words cannot express how much I loved it.”
“Good. Now take me to bed.”
We crawled onto the bed where she spread her gorgeous long hair out on the pillow. I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with her. No man on Earth could ever want a more lovely and sexy girl in his bed than Alison.
I got between her legs and started to kiss her all over her face, her neck and shoulders, down to her perky breasts, down to her flat tummy with its outie navel (which I sucked briefly), then to the inside of her thighs. By that time, she was moaning and thrusting her hips. I could tell that she desperately wanted me to reach her clit. So, I swiftly kissed my way up to it and licked it hard. That brought a groan to her lips as she grabbed my head and pulled my face to her pussy and went straight into an orgasm.
Alison was a very sexual woman because I’d never known a girl to have an orgasm so quickly. She groaned through it as her legs quivered.
Then she whispered, “Fuck me now, Bill. I need to feel you inside me.”
So, I quickly moved up, guided my cock into her pussy, and slowly pushed it in all the way; all nine inches.
"Oh god, you feel so good! Fuck me slowly like this all night. Even if I go to sleep, keep fucking me. I want to wake up and feel you thrusting into me."
“I won’t be able to last that long.”
“I’ll make sure you do,” she said as she wrapped her legs around me and started to slowly thrust on my cock. “Let me do the thrusting. That will help you last longer.”
And she was right! I just held still while she fucked my cock through two more orgasms. Each one made her groan and her legs quiver.
After the last one, she whispered, "Okay. You can fuck me now while I rest."
So, I started to fuck the most gorgeous girl in the world. She moaned with each deep thrust I made, but with her eyes closed, I couldn't tell if she was awake or not. So, I pretended that she was asleep and fucked her for a good twenty minutes before shooting off.
“Mmm. You’re cumming! It feels so nice,” she said without opening her eyes. I think she’d been pretending to be asleep.
When I finished, I rolled over and pulled Alison on top of me. Her long hair fell down along my arm as she laid her head on my shoulder.
After a few minutes, she said, "If you don't spend the night with me, I'll be really upset."
“Wild horses couldn’t make me leave you.”
“Mmm. That’s nice,” she whispered before dropping off to sleep.
- - - - -
When I woke up the next morning, Alison’s little girl was tapping her on the shoulder saying, “Wake up mommy! I’m hungry!”
Alison said sleepily, “Okay sweetie. Why don’t you watch Sesame Street and I’ll be in there soon?”
"Okay, mommy.” And she left the room.
Alison got out of bed and locked the door, then returned to bed.
“Damn! I should have locked the door last night," she said as she crawled on top of me again. “I loved sleeping with you. You’re such a good lover.”
“Thank you, but you are the good lover here, not me. Shouldn’t you fix Michelle’s breakfast?”
“I will after I give you a good morning blowjob.” Then she slipped down and took my almost flaccid cock into her mouth and within five minutes had me spurting gallons of cum down her gullet.
“Mmm. If you were my husband, you’d get that every morning before work to guarantee you wouldn’t look at another woman.”
We kissed passionately and I said, “That guarantee would work with me. I could never want a woman more than I want you, Alison."
“That sounds serious!”
“I have a confession to make. Last night when you crawled into bed and spread your beautiful hair out on the pillow, at that moment I fell in love with you.”
She kissed me and came away with tears in her eyes. “And I fell in love with you the moment I felt you push into me. I knew right then that I wanted you forever in my bed and between my legs.”
We kissed and cried for five minutes when there came a pounding on the bedroom door.
“Mommy! I’m hungry!”
"Okay, sweetie. Mommy's coming.”
She gave me one more French kiss, put on a robe, and went to fix her daughter’s breakfast.
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